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#The God of Killing was ambushed and his whereabouts are unknown. #

#The God of Killing is missing, is it an accident or a bug? #

#The war is over, the heroes are back. #

#Admiral Uriel of the Third Legion was injured.#

#The second prince Naxossis returned to the Imperial Star, in a coma. #

As soon as the hot search term "The God of Killer was ambushed in the space station" appeared, it caused an uproar on the Internet, suppressing the enthusiasm for the return of the second prince.

[How is that possible? Today’s journalists are willing to make up anything just for a little money.]

[As insects, we all live to make a living, and making money is not a shame. But who is the God of Death? He is an insect that can single-handedly break into the nest of mutant plants and escape unscathed. The story should be written in a more decent way, not too outrageous.]

[No matter how powerful the God of Death is, he is not made of reinforced concrete. A few shots can blow up the warship. There is no place to hide in the space vortex.]

[It's not fake. The bugs who went to the Imperial Star Station to welcome the army back have seen it. The female soldiers of other legions have all returned. Only the Third Legion and the Seventh Legion are still searching for the whereabouts of the God of Death and have not returned.]

[Is this true or not? I don’t believe it.]

[You have to believe it even if you don't want to. It's not just the God of Death who is missing. The entire warship's female soldiers are also missing. I heard that there are two A-level male masters on the warship. ]

[The Federation pretended to be dead before, and two A-level heroes went missing. The Federation can't just ignore it, because that one is A-level. 】

It’s hard to say.

It’s no wonder that netizens are unwilling to believe it. Since the Suicide God became famous at the age of 16, he has been regarded as a thorn in the eyes of many bugs. There are countless bugs who are so jealous of him that their teeth are itching, and they can’t eat or sleep well.

They tried to trip him up openly and covertly, but every time, the God of Death managed to get through it safely.

Even though there have been accidents, none of them have been as serious as this one.

The entire Seventh Legion and the Third Legion have been dispatched to search for insects, so there is no way they could be lying.

Which force was behind this?

How did you succeed?

It would be easy to survive in other places, but getting lost in the vortex of the space station, coupled with the malfunction of the warship, the chance of survival is like red rain from the sky, which is extremely rare.

Mo Lin was even more puzzled. Didn't he reveal the assassination plan first? How could he still...

"Perrin, what are you doing here?"

Perrin, who was suddenly called out by Sissoko, trembled in his hands. Before he could close the page on the virtual screen, he was seen by the other party.

[Good insects don’t live long, but bad things can last for thousands of years. ]

[Who is the person above implying? Be careful or your life may be in danger. ]

[Pah, pah, pah, what nonsense are you talking about? Admiral Bai Xu will definitely return safely. ]

[Let's hope so. With the God of Death here, the Imperial Star will be much safer. ]

[Yes, in the days when the God of Death was here, there had never been so many insects missing in succession on the Imperial Star, and the murderer couldn't be found. Some of these insects are really useless.]

[The person above can just report the name of the man from the Second Legion. ]

[I hate you guys who are so secretive when you talk. In a word, Sissoko is a waste.]

[Big brother is awesome, I appreciate your comments, please remember to close your private messages. ]

【The sky is changing.】

Sissoko was so angry about the netizens' slander and harsh comments that his hair stood up, his fat face turned liver color, his chest heaved, he was panting like a cow, and it was obvious that he was having a tantrum.

Morin was sweating profusely out of guilt. He turned his head to look at the screen. Hey, when did the news change?

Morin didn't think much about it. As long as his uncle didn't see him secretly searching for information about the God of Death, it would be fine.

"This group of netizens is so abominable! I was just about to argue with them. How could my uncle not catch the murderer? It's obvious that he doesn't want to alert the enemy."

"Plan ahead and make plans before you act. Move, move, I can crush them to death with just a flick of my finger. Uncle, don't be angry."

No matter how many holes there are, flattery will never fail. Is Sissoko the kind of person who likes to be flattered?

Sissoko's breathing gradually became steady. Thinking of the important task entrusted to him by the Insect King, he suddenly laughed, "They are just low-class people. It's not worth getting angry about them."

Since childhood, Morin was instilled with the idea that aristocrats should behave like aristocrats, and that associating with the untouchables would mean lowering one's status and committing depravity.

Bugs with backgrounds like theirs don't need to go to the battlefield themselves to sit in a position that most bugs can never reach in their lifetime.

Success, praise, fame and fortune are all within their reach.

As for those dirty and smelly things, they only need to move their fingers and show a little benefit, and then there will be insects rushing to do them.

But ever since he was knocked down by the God of Death, bah, bah, bah, after sparring with the God of Death, he suddenly realized a horrible fact.

In the face of true strength, high and low status are not worth mentioning at all.

The last time he arranged for Su Tang to participate in the "Lianxin" charity, he just wanted to vent his anger.

The result is well known, so we won’t mention it.

You could say he was timid or cowardly, but he felt that anything related to the God of Death and sweethearts was a bit evil.

It’s best not to provoke them.

In other words, Morin knew that he had many faults. He loved to brag, liked to be praised, and cared about face. He could do small things, but if you asked him to take the life of an insect with real weapons, he couldn't do it.

What's even more strange is that although he also finds the God of Killing annoying and likes to speak ill of him in private and secretly trip him up, he really doesn't want him to die in his schemes and intrigues.

He couldn't persuade his uncle, so he could only do what he thought was right.

But this time, something happened to the God of Killing.

Maureen couldn't figure it out.

Sissoko glared at Morin who was distracted with dissatisfaction, "You kid, why are you daydreaming when I'm talking to you about something serious?"

"You did a good job this time. His Majesty the Insect King will hold a celebration banquet for the returning army in ten days. You must not let me down when it comes to maintaining public order."

After feeling guilty, Maureen noticed a key word - celebration banquet.

The insect that deserved the most credit narrowly escaped death, but the Insect King wanted to host a grand banquet for the military.

Is this going to be a complete fallout?

Morin looked at his uncle walking with his head held high. He exited the current page and clicked on the hot news about the God of Killing again.

After seeing the news that the God of Killer had been seriously injured and unconscious on the desolate planet, Morin suddenly felt a little cold in the brightly lit hall, with a sense of crisis in his heart.

He thought of the comments from netizens just now, and his eyes fell on the mottled shadows of the trees outside the window.

Maybe, things are really going to change.

#

Uriel was seriously injured and fell into a coma, Rachel disappeared with Admiral Bai Xu, and the Russell family and the Ye family closed their doors to visitors.

The Seventh Legion was reporting to the military headquarters for the request to borrow troops, but the result was beyond their expectations.

In the past, most of the replies they received would have been about how the galaxy is so huge that looking for bugs is like looking for a needle in a haystack and that there was nothing they could do.

Or they might reject the Seventh Legion's request for help by saying that the security on the Imperial Star and the nearby planets has been poor recently, insects have been missing frequently, and they cannot leave.

The result was that, except for those legions that usually liked to stick together, more than ten of the thirty-two legions, nearly half of the legions, were willing to contribute.

Of course, some are just joining in the fun, some are following the crowd, and of course, the majority of them genuinely want to help.

#

"It's useless to talk about him."

Wen Jinshu burst into tears. The usually clean-looking Chong now had messy hair, wrinkled clothes, bloodshot eyes, and looked tired and unkempt, as if he had just rolled in the desert.

He interrupted the other person anxiously, "Teacher, do you have any way to find the big ice block as soon as possible?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and then a heavy voice said, "I'm sorry."

There was a hint of sadness in the "teacher's" eyes. He asked casually, "Why did Bai Xu fall into a coma?"

Wen Jinshu rubbed his face, his empty eyes showing indescribable dejection. He told his mentor about the stitched monster, his tone incoherent and stumbling, as if he had not yet recovered from the sad news of the other party's disappearance.

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have been on the same warship with Big Ice Cube." Wen Jinshu's tone was filled with deep self-blame.