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Emperor Star Palace.

The alarm was sounded early, but they still hadn't waited for the rescue team to arrive, which shows that the situation in the entire palace was not optimistic.

The Insect King and his distinguished guests were escorted by a small team consisting of the Royal Guards and a group of female soldiers to the most well-protected bedroom in the palace.

His Royal Highness the Second Prince, Grayson, the leaders of several legions, and the leader of the guard stayed behind to clean up the aftermath.

In just half an hour, the crimson carpet was soaked with sticky liquid, and it made a wet, sticky sound when stepped on.

The doors were collapsed and the walls were cracked, the wreckage of tables and benches was scattered all over the floor, and the expensive crystal chandelier on the ceiling was crumbling, with only the pitiful inner layer left.

The light bulbs on the walls and outside the courtyard were broken and incomplete, and visibility was significantly reduced.

Only the bright light of the moon penetrates the window without glass, casting a vast filter.

The strength of the royal guards is top-notch. The mental and physical fitness of the rioting royal guards are several times higher than usual.

It has immense strength and destructive power, but what's worse, its recovery ability is extremely strong.

And the reduced visibility doesn't seem to have much effect on the fallen insects.

The leader frowned as he looked at his subordinate, whose true face had long been unrecognizable and who had completely degenerated, with complex and obscure emotions in his eyes.

And under the wrist that he had cut off not long ago, a pink deformed tumor had grown without him knowing when.

It's as weird as if a chicken claw grew under the elephant's thick leg, weird and disgusting.

What's even stranger is that they seem to feel no pain and will not stop attacking as long as they don't die.

Sissoko, who stayed behind to clean up the mess, dodged the oncoming attack in a panic, and was cut several times by glass fragments.

The blood once again sparked brutality, resulting in even more agile attacks.

"Fuck it, what the hell is going on?" Sissoko, who was taken advantage of by the team leader, felt weak in the legs and feet. He touched his head which was almost cut off, and cursed with lingering fear.

In the chaos, no insect could answer his question.

"Second Prince, release pheromones."

No one in the swarm knew who had made the suggestion.

Then an insect echoed, "Yes, Second Prince, male pheromones can control agitated insects."

Under normal circumstances, the pheromones of male insects can calm out-of-control female insects to a certain extent. The higher the level of mental power, the stronger the control ability.

Naxosis is also an S-level male insect with extremely high mental power level.

If he wants to, he can do it.

How could Naxossis not think of such a simple method?

Powerful mental strength is Naxosis's trump card and the reason why he chose to stay.

The strange thing was that when he tried it just now, he couldn't release pheromones normally.

If it is released a little, the gland will produce an unbearable stinging pain, and there is a tendency for it to get out of control.

Naxossis, who was given hope, clenched the whip in his hand, his fingers turned white from exertion, and a hint of murderous intent and coldness flashed in his gentle eyes.

He was clearly taking the medication on time, so why did his pheromones suddenly go out of control?

The strangest thing was that he had almost no memory of what happened after he lost control.

A tiny wisp of transparent spiritual thread hidden in his brain tugged at the brain neurons it controlled out of boredom.

Oh, oh, oh, I’m so far away from my master. I’m unhappy.

It was this bad thing that caused him to leave his kind, beautiful and lovely master.

snort!

The unhappy mental branch was very annoyed and pulled the other party's brain neurons hard again.

Just as Naxossis was about to speak, he suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his head.

It was as if someone had taken a stick and thrust it hard into his head, and then stirred it violently at the end.

Grayson noticed the abnormality and cut off the arm that almost injured Naxossis with a knife, and took him away from danger. "Second Prince, are you okay? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

While dodging, Grayson loudly accused the bug who had just made the suggestion, "The Second Prince has not recovered from his injuries yet. Do you want to kill him by asking him to release pheromones now?"

Naxossis hid the coldness in his eyes, smiled weakly, and held on to his body, "For the sake of everyone, it doesn't matter if I get hurt a little."

Although his expression could not be seen, his firm and gentle voice instantly made Chong feel guilty and pity.

Indeed, if the Second Prince was in good health, he would have released pheromones to suppress them long ago.

There are no other insects to remind you.

The female insect felt increasingly guilty when she realized she had said the wrong thing and apologized immediately.

Hearing Naxosis' words, Grayson Tyrant Blade stood in front of him, frowned to stop him, and attacked faster and faster, "It's not that bad yet, let's hold on together."

Other insects also jumped out and blocked the Second Prince.

At the same time, outside the hall.

Uriel's eyes dimmed when he received the message. He tapped the invisible communicator on his ear lightly, implicitly giving the subordinates on the other end the order to evacuate.

A handsome and unruly face flashed through his mind. Uriel looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. His gaze was far away and empty, as if he was missing something.

Uriel looked at the place not far away where the sculpture of the last generation of king insects should have been, but now it had become a ridiculous fountain, and sneered.

"Oh, this farce should end."

"What a pity."

What a pity, only Wu Chong knows.

The next second, Uriel raised his foot and disappeared at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Behind me, the fountain turned into powder and was carried away by the evening breeze, as if it had never appeared.

A few seconds later, the beautiful voice echoed in the noisy banquet hall, bringing salvation.

"Your Highness, the Second Prince, please forgive the late arrival of the Third Legion Commander Uriel."

Before she finished her words, the powerful mental power of the female insect enveloped the banquet hall like a huge wave.

#

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and along with the brilliant fireworks, the riot in the palace was quelled.

The Seventh Prince, who had eaten and drunk his fill, had a dark, dark look in his eyes. A hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes, and his hoarse and unpleasant voice carried the chill of the night. "A good show? That's it?"

The smile disappeared from Chu Jing's face, and a gloomy look filled his pale and sickly face.

The slender fingers opened the star network, and the sinister green eyes were like a poisonous snake covered with venom, reflecting Su Tang's beautiful and affectionate face.

"Tsk, it's you again, cutie."

There was actually a bug that could make the old monster feel such complicated emotions. The Seventh Prince's eyes flashed and he squinted and looked over.

"Su Tang," the corners of his cracked lips moved and he murmured silently. He inexplicably felt as if he had heard this name somewhere before.

Where is it?

The long eyelashes pressed down, and the dark pupils became darker.

#

After Su Tang made her bold statement, the atmosphere in the room fell silent for a moment.

Su Tang awkwardly used her toes to tighten the other person's shirt at the waist, turned her face to one side, and looked into a dim corner to avoid looking into Bai Xu's eyes.

Bai Xu touched the other person's hot earlobe, pursed his red lips, and suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise.

He raised his hand and patted the long legs wrapped around his waist. His pleasant voice echoed in the silent room, "Tangtang, loosen your legs a little."