Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 921

Chapter 921 The Most Terrifying Storm

“We didn’t just bring back the droppings–we brought back a little green bird, too!”

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Corvin beamed as he recounted their “heroic” struggle against the green birds on the cliffs to Emma, making sure to highlight just how cool he looked commanding his mech. Finally, he gave credit where it was due.

“Emma, Drake is the real genius here. He’s the one who caught this little guy. Now we can have a fresh supply of bird droppings every single day.”

Emma’s lip twitched as she listened. Considering the sky–blackening swarms they had encountered, she felt they were lucky they hadn’t been completely buried alive in the stuff.

“You guys worked hard. Thank you,” she managed to say.

As she spoke, Malrik and the others walked over, carrying a container with the green bird inside. It was a fresh container, the bird had likely exhausted its “ammunition” long ago. The little thing looked utterly spent, slumped against the bottom of the vessel as if its soul had left its body.

“So, this is the famous green bird?” Emma peered at the pathetic, wilted creature. “It’s so… tiny.”

Malrik had described them as much larger, and the wing color didn’t quite match his description either.

“It’s likely a hatchling,” Lucien noted.

Alaric added, “Emma, I’ve collected enough samples. I’m heading straight to the lab to get started on that skincare serum you wanted. I’ll have it ready as soon as possible.”

If Emma wanted something, Alaric wasn’t about to waste a second..

“Okay.” She nodded, giving him a concerned look. “But don’t push yourself. I’m not in a rush, so make sure you get some rest.

He smiled. “Don’t worry, I will.”

Just as the words left his mouth, a piercing

orus

of birds crying erupted from outside.

Outside the castle, Andre and Gaellard were just

turning from their shift at Beast God Mountain.

As they approached the gates, they looked up to see a massive, roiling cloud of green blotting out the sun, diving toward the castle like a living storm.

“What kind of birds are those?” Gaellard frowned, watching the frenzied swarm. “They look like they’ve lost their minds.”

Before he could say another word, the world went dark. Thousands of green birds converged over the castle at terrifying speed.

“Wait, is that…” Gaellard squinted, his sharp nose picking up a bizarre, complex scent. “This smell… Is it like fermented fruit? Stinky, yet somehow floral?”

Andre narrowed his eyes at the sky–clogging mass. “It looks like it’s raining wherever they fly.”

“Raining?”

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Sallard carted to look closer, but the lead birds were already upon them.

Splat Splat Splat

A barrage of droppings hammered down, painting Gaellard from head to toe

“What the hell is this?!” Gaellard spun around to find Andre, only to see that the other man had already bolted several yards away. “Andre, you jerk! Where’s the solidarity?”

Andre stood a safe distance away, hovering in mid–air. He looked back at the dripping Gaellard with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust. “I don’t like bird droppings. This has nothing to do with solidarity,” he said flatly. “Besides, we never had any of that to begin with.”

Gaellard rolled his eyes.

Inside the castle, the previously lifeless hatchling suddenly bolted upright. It craned its neck, shrieking at the top of its lungs.

Marcus, looking half–dead after his shower, trudged into Alaric’s lab. He winced at the noise. “Why does it sound like a d’mn duck? That’s hideous.”

Edric followed him in, his eyes fixed on the agitated bird. “Why is it so excited all of a sudden? A minute ago, it looked like it had been hollowed out.” He glanced at Alaric. “Did you feed it?”

They still had no idea what the species actually ate.

“No,” Alaric said, looking bewildered. “I haven’t even found any data on them yet. It just started throwing a fit out of nowhere.”

“Why did it get so dark out?” Marcus asked, frowning at the window. “Is it going to rain?”

The lightcore hadn’t predicted any weather changes for today.

Edric stole a glance outside and froze. “It’s not raining water,” he muttered. “It’s raining crap.”

“What?”

Marcus and Alaric rushed to the window. They stood in stunned silence as they watched the horizon–to–horizon swarm.

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