Zerg: I ​​am the real white moonlight in the Zerg

Bai Meng guessed correctly, the Third Legion had a tough battle to fight.

This planet, which was eaten away by the aliens and only a shell was left, was just an appetizer. What made Paten angry was that from the time the Fifth Legion's defense line was broken to the time the Third Legion arrived at the front line, there was not a single decision-making insect to investigate the reasons for the aliens' abnormal behavior.

"It's clear that they want to hand over everything to our Third Legion!"

Sewell angrily slammed the table in front of him: "Are you taking advantage of us?"

Patern tapped his fingers on the table, his voice so cold that the two insects present shuddered: "Herod, is the star-destroying weapon ready?"

"Ready! Admiral!"

Herod nodded. "But we only have enough energy for ten rounds at most. According to our detection, there are at least thirty planets like V-156 nearby."

"If there is not enough, go to the Fifth Legion, the Fourth Legion, and the Second Legion to get more."

Paten sneered: "As long as their brains haven't been eaten by aliens, they know what to do now."

"Yes, Admiral, I understand." Herod saluted and exited the room.

"According to the results of the military doctors' autopsy," Paten said to Sewell who was still here, "some of the low-level aliens have evolved intelligence and no longer rely solely on instinct."

"You mean... they're evolving?"

Sewell lowered his voice cautiously: "Has a new king appeared in the alien race?"

Patten nodded.

Seville was a little unconvinced: "But didn't you risk a riot in your spiritual sea three years ago and hunt down a king-level alien?"

Paten shook his head: "That's not king level."

"What do you mean?" Sewell was puzzled: "The one we detected at that time clearly reached the king level."

"It was only a quasi-king level at most," Paten shook his head. "I can feel that there were still some limitations on that beast at that time."

"It's time to change our standards for alien races. We have been degenerating, while they are constantly evolving."

"The quasi-king level creature I killed three years ago had an intelligence no lower than any insect, and it already had an insect form. We can't even use the word 'it' anymore."

"It, or rather he, seems to be evolving towards a complete Zerg, and there won't be any breeding defects."

"Like the ancient Zerg."

"How can this be?!"

Sewell was naturally skeptical of this speculation: "The aliens are evolving towards the Zerg, but the Zerg themselves are degenerating."

"Will we eventually become an alien race, and will the alien race become the Zerg of today?"

"This is unbelievable, Paten, since when did you start speculating like this?"

Paten didn't say anything. He could understand Sevier's reaction. When he heard the alien speaking the Zerg language, he was as shocked as Sevier was now.

The way the aliens looked at him at that time was unforgettable to him, as if he had seen his dead female father.

Revealing a greedy kindness.

【Come back... come back...】

[…Return…to His…arms…]

【We...are all...His...offspring...】

To this day, Patten is still wondering who this "ta" is.

"Patern, Patten! What are you thinking about?"

Seville was a little confused by Patern's guess. If Patern's guess was correct, how could he kill the enemy on the battlefield?

Kill future Zerg?

"Don't think too much, it's just a guess."

Paten patted Sewell on the shoulder and said, "At least I can assure you that we will never become a pool of things with only tentacles and mouths."

"This is inconsistent with the biological process of degeneration."

Sewell: ...as if those alien races seem to obey the laws of nature.

"Then why are you telling me this?" Sewell didn't quite understand: "Are you just trying to mess with my mentality?"

"No," Paten curled his lips, "I just want to divert your attention so that you won't be too angry when you meet Atlas later."

"..."

Thank you, now I really can't get angry anymore.

Who was Atlas? He had no idea.

Sewell snorted, "What is he doing here?"

"He asked for the Third Army's support."

Paten patted Sewell's shoulder again: "I can ignore him, but you are at the same level as him, and he is even your senior now, you'd better restrain yourself."

"After all, if we are going to fight, we have to at least finish our first battle. We need this victory."

"Even if you beat him to death, I will support you wholeheartedly."