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

"He had time to retreat then."

Ashley took another sip of water. The liquid in the glass was almost empty, but the conversation was not over yet.

"No one knows what he found in that alien-occupied star."

"He just cut off all contact and suddenly returned to the planet in his mecha 'Daytime'. At the same time, he used his authority to activate the planet-destroying weapon '炃'. 0.15 seconds later, the beam of light from '炃' penetrated the planet and smashed it to pieces."

"At that time, the First Legion sent out all its female warriors to search for Helios among the remaining stellar debris. Not only the First Legion, but all the legions stationed at the front line sent out most of their female warriors. But you and I both know this."

"The development of planet-destroying weapons does not destroy the planet, but all life on the planet."

"We only found the remains of 'Daytime'."

"..."

Paten was silent for a while, then pointed out the key point: "Because of this, Admiral Helios is more likely to be alive."

"What is Admiral Helios's special ability?" he asked again.

Ashley looked up and pointed at the light above his head: "Light, light is the power of Helios's return to his ancestors."

"It's not a supernatural power that affects oneself, but rather it controls a certain natural substance and condenses it into the sharpest blade in my hand. And nothing is faster than light."

Ashley looked back at Patern. He had said too much today and was in high spirits. "Patern, I'm actually curious. If Helios were still alive, who would be stronger between you and him?"

"What stage have you reached with your supernatural powers? How long can your illusion last? What is its range? Where is its limit?"

"Helios once said that only those who reach S-level or above can reach the pinnacle of the Zerg."

“He touched the line, but he had no ability to break through it. He could only place his hopes on the insects that came later.”

"Patern, did you do it?"

Patten found this question a little funny. What gave him the illusion that he would tell him the trump card?

He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow: "Guess?"

Ashley himself found it a little funny and shook his head: "Sorry, I offended you."

He poured himself another half glass of water and continued, "I don't know if you got what you wanted, but this is all I can tell you."

Then his deep eyes looked over again, and his cold mechanical voice also carried a hint of ethereal meaning: "You know, Paten? Three years ago, I thought you would become the next Helios."

"After Nabel was transferred from the position of general of the Second Legion to the First Legion, Helios' existence became a distant past."

"That's the price of being famous, Paten."

"Are you explaining to me what happened three years ago?" Paten understood what he meant. The faint smile on his face faded away, and his voice and eyes were as cold as ice. "For our comrades on the same front line, we have entrusted our backs to you, and all you have done is protect yourselves?!"

"..."

Ashley closed his eyes and said this sentence with more difficulty than before: "It's never wrong to protect yourself, Paten."

"The only thing wrong is that we each have something more precious."

"The Third Legion values ​​honor over life, and I value life over honor."

He opened his eyes, stood up and bowed solemnly to Paten: "Patern, I accept the hatred and accusations from you and the Third Legion, but please don't bring this hatred to the female soldiers of the Fourth Legion. I have always been the only despicable bug."

Patten remained silent and Ashley did not straighten up.

He knew this day would come ever since Paten returned alive from the battlefield three years ago.

"Admiral Ashley," Patten's tone was as calm as the deep sea thousands of miles below: "Have you ever regretted not supporting the Third Army three years ago?"

"……No."

Ashley said these two words frankly: "I think it's the same for Griffiths."

"Yeah, him too."

Paten sighed almost compassionately: "So this is why the Fourth and Fifth Legions have always been the ones to be sacrificed."

"The Fifth Legion is stationed at the front line. Once the Fifth Legion's defense line is broken, your Fourth Legion will be next."

"The most elite supporting the weakest, that sounds good, but when has the First Army ever arrived in time?"

Patten's smile was sarcastic and his words were sharp, piercing Ashley's protective shield like a sword.

"Even this time, you paid a heavy price."

"Why don't we let the most elite legions be stationed at the front line? Why is the weakest of the nine legions, the Fifth Legion, the first line of defense?"

Ashley remained in that posture, seemingly ignoring Patten's words.

Paten didn't care whether he listened or not, he just continued to speak: "When Admiral Helios was there, he led the First Legion to the front line, shining on you like the sun, and keeping you all firmly behind him."

"And when he disappeared, you just retreated into your turtle shells... Oh no, I said that wrong."

"Helios is your tortoise shell, isn't he?"

His sarcastic words made Ashley look up and glare at him: "Patern!"

"Helios isn't-!"

"Of course he is not!" Paten's purple-black eyes suddenly became sharp and interrupted Ashley: "Helios is the sun, so what are you? Ashley."

"Is it the bright grass (the symbol of the Fifth Legion)? Is it the dead leaf butterfly (the symbol of the Fourth Legion)? Or are they turtles without shells?"

"..."

Patten raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat, stood up from his chair and walked to the door, saying one last sentence before leaving.

"Don't worry, we know who to avenge. The Third Legion never raises its blade against the weak. After all, it's just like you said."

"It is never wrong to play it safe."

Then Patten opened the door and walked out, leaving Ashley alone in a long silence.