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

Paten walked to the room belonging to Sewell and knocked on the door.

"come in."

Seville's voice came from inside the door, and Paten opened the door and walked in.

"I knew it was you."

Atlas was also inside, sitting at the table and fighting with Sewell for the last piece of meat in the food box.

There were purple bruises on both insects' faces, with Atlas's being more severe.

It is a robotic arm after all.

Paten closed the door and threw a healing spray to each of the two bugs.

"Cover up the wounds on your face so that the female soldiers under you won't see them."

"Humph!"

Seville snorted coldly, snatched the meat that Atlas had already picked up on the chopsticks, sat on his bed, turned on the spray and sprayed it on his face.

"Tsk."

Atlas sat on the chair and looked up at Paten and gestured to the vacant chair next to Seville.

Paten didn't move, leaning against the door and asking him, "Would the general of the Fourth Legion be willing to let you come to the Third Legion's defense line?"

"Patern," Atlas, the senior who was once respected by the two bugs, sighed, "I am not here to ask for your forgiveness."

"I am only here to do what a female soldier should do as a protector of the empire."

"Then why didn't you do it three years ago?"

Sewell rolled his eyes as he sprayed the spray, sneering at the remark.

"Sevier, don't tell me you're still as unrealistic as you were three years ago."

Atlas was very similar to when he lectured him in the military academy. Sewell was stunned for a moment, and then turned into inexplicable anger: "Don't talk to me in that tone!"

Before the two bugs started fighting again, Paten moved a chair and sat between them.

"Don't you want to give me an explanation, Senior Atlas?" he said.

"..."

Atlas covered his scalp, which was still aching from being pulled by Sewell, and sighed in his heart that Patern was still the same Patern. He obviously knew everything and understood everything, but he still wanted him to say it out.

"Among the nine legions, the Third Legion is the strongest and the Fifth Legion is the weakest. This is a recognized fact after the disappearance of Admiral Helios of the First Legion."

"You are expanding too fast, Paten."

He stated expressionlessly the fundamental reason why the Third Legion suffered heavy losses three years ago: "A super army with a force value that surpasses that of other legions. Not to mention the royal family, even the nine legions will not sit idly by and watch you continue to develop."

"And your base camp happens to be in the Night Owl Star System, which is closest to the front line. So, of course, you should use sharp blades to cut against sharp blades, and use external forces to eliminate the uncontrollable factors inside."

"That means sending you to the battlefield."

"At that time, Admiral Nabel of the First Legion personally came forward and told the entire star network. All the Zerg had seen it and said that you volunteered to go to the front line to provide support."

"You have no choice, and neither do I, Patern, Sewell."

"As a military woman, I cannot disobey the admiral's orders. And as your friend... I'm sorry."

"..."

Paten broke the heavy and suffocating silence and asked Atlas: "When it was over, did you come to the battlefield to find us?"

Atlas nodded, then shook his head: "I'm sorry, I didn't find it."

At that time, the Third Legion was in a completely isolated and helpless state. Nabel cut off all communications with the Third Legion and stopped all detection and exploration. No one knew the specific situation of the Third Legion at all.

Even all the insects thought that was the moment when the Third Legion would be destroyed.

If it weren't for Admiral Aubrey of the Sixth Legion's insistence on conducting a comprehensive search, it would be hard to say whether the remaining insects could come back alive.

It is indeed difficult for Atlas alone to find living Zerg in a battle line that spreads across dozens of large galaxies.

Seville angrily punched the wall against the bed and broke it: "Ridiculous!"

"Just because we are stronger than them? Just because of this reason?!"

"More than that," Atlas shook his head: "Nabel needs a feat, one that can cover the remaining prestige of Admiral Helios."

"After that, very few bugs remembered Admiral Helios when they thought of the First Legion."

"And the royal family is to ensure that you don't become another military association."

"Male insects are restricted from the military. On the contrary, as male insect kings or male insects at the top of the empire, they cannot help but restrict the development of the military. Only in this way can they feel at ease."

"It just so happened that three years ago, the alien race came again with great force, so..."

"So the Third Legion is the best whetstone and ladder to success." Paten took over his words. He had his hair untied, and his blue-purple hair covered his face. Neither Atlas nor Sewell could see his expression clearly.

"It really is, killing two birds with one stone."

Paten has always been the most intolerable female insect.

Whether it is the male father who killed the female father, or the male insect who coveted him with disgusting eyes.

Only the dead can save the souls of the dead.

Whether it is the First Legion or the royal family, or the insects on the front line, or the male insects in the upper echelons, since they have the courage to benefit from the death of the Third Legion, they must naturally bear the price they should bear.

In the Swan Galaxy, Butler coldly crushed the head of a mechanical beast.

It was this mechanical beast that had taken them around the Swan Galaxy for so long, but it had failed to complete Lord Baphomet's mission. How could he have the face to face Lord Baphomet?

"Come back, Butler."

Bafeng sent a message, but his voice was unexpectedly happy.

"Dyman will lead us to Peranbo."

"And a worm who deserves more respect than Peranbo."

Although Butler didn't understand what Bafeng meant, he still obeyed the order and took the military female back to the main planet.

Upon hearing Bafeng's words, Sanlo Sith frowned secretly, kept the words in mind, and would send them to the young lord and the others when there were no more bugs.

Bafeng sat in a secret room where no light could be seen. It was very cold in the room. It would be more accurate to call it an ice cellar rather than a secret room.

What was stored in the ice cellar was neither wine nor food, but coffins filled with red and black blood and rotten meat.

From one of the opened coffins, a female insect soaked in blood crawled out and stood in front of Bafeng.

"Diman Windsor, my immortal child, your soul is indelible, your life is longer than time, and as long as darkness exists, you exist."

Bafeng chanted strange poems and said to the resurrected Diman: "Now, tell me, who killed you?"

"It's the King Bug."

Bafeng's tone was filled with a hint of irrepressible enthusiasm: "So, can you lead us to find him?"

Diman gave a bloodthirsty smile and licked his fangs with the tip of his tongue.

"Of course, my dear father."