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

"Patern, can you turn me into a bird?"

"...Put away your dangerous thoughts, Bai Meng. It is taboo to arbitrarily create a higher-level life form with a soul."

The amount of supernatural powers consumed to transform inanimate objects and to shape living beings is vastly different.

This was the rule he figured out after several attempts.

Bai Meng poked the rice in the bowl with a little frustration. Paten had no choice but to turn it into a rose for him.

Bai Meng took it happily and put it in his pocket.

Paten smiled. Just like 001, he was easy to appease.

"What about the alien races?" Bai Meng asked.

"Talking about taboos and rules with the enemy is something only a fool would do."

Paten said, "If there are any signs of aliens, I will hunt with you. It will be just the two of us."

"I also want to test my own limits and see if I can shape a higher organism into a lower plant."

High-level alien races have already acquired intelligence and can no longer be compared with ordinary beasts.

That would just cause enough casualties to overturn everything.

He once gave a dying bee-beast a regenerating stinger.

Nature can also give the damned aliens another sense of reincarnation of life.

Bai Meng put down his bowl and chopsticks, grabbed Paten's hands, his eyes filled with soul-stirring love, and spoke earnestly.

"Patern, I want to study you."

"can."

Paten nodded generously and kissed Bai Meng on the corner of her mouth with a smile: "When you come back, you can study me however you want."

"even……"

He leaned close to Bai Meng's ear and said something in an almost inaudible voice.

……

Bai Meng exploded.

It literally exploded, and there was even smoke coming out of his head.

"hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Paten laughed and held Bai Meng, who had already shut down, in his arms: "Bai Meng, you really are..."

“I like it very much.”

So he was willing to let down his guard in front of him and reveal his most hidden trump card, just so that he could do what he wanted without any scruples.

And Paten has always been behind Bai Meng.

Meanwhile, the Second Army had already fought its first three-day battle.

They avoided the direction of the Third Legion's advance and headed towards the alien territory, which was closer to their own side of the defense line.

Just kidding, this was the Second Army's first battle in three years, and it was also the first independent battle led by Harlan Windsor.

He needed a feat that was powerful enough, not to mention being able to suppress the Third Legion, but at least to bring the Fourth and Fifth Legions under his feet.

There is a gap between Grade A and Grade A.

And the gap between S-Class and S-Class will only get bigger.

After all, even if his youngest brother Ian has a level comparable to Patern, he will never have a fighting power comparable to Patern.

He understood this when he saw Paten using his supernatural powers without any scruples three years ago.

With just a snap of his fingers, he could turn the aliens into his blades, letting them bite and kill each other. If he had not faced that king-level monster, Paten himself would have been the strongest line of defense, a line of defense that could stretch across dozens or hundreds of galaxies by driving the 'Night Owl'.

What did his sire Nabel say then?

Ah yes, Harlan remembered.

He said that Admiral Helios was like this sixty-three years ago.

Yet even Helios needs pauses and respite, and his radiance also has its limits.

But Patten doesn't need it, he seems to have no limits.

An S-class female insect with no limits.

Harun closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts. He had always been proud. Apart from his male father and female father, no other insect could make him willing to be inferior to them.

However, the gap between A-level and S-level seemed to him like an insurmountable chasm.

"From now on, my female, Harun, you are another me."

At that time, Nabel gently stroked Harun's head, his eyes still so gentle that they seemed to be about to drip with tears.

"But it doesn't matter. You are my insect cub. I can witness the fall of Helios, so you can naturally witness the death of Patern Arthur."

"Among all the female insects in the empire, except for the royal family, only Lola occupies the top position."

A hand came to rest on Harlan's shoulder.

"It's coming, my dear brother."

Harun looked up and saw the changed Elvia, bending over beside him and looking at him.

Hiding the truth from his mother-father and keeping Elvia by his side was the only thing he did that went against his mother-father.

"Ah."

Harlan stood up and looked at the half-red and half-black planet in front of him: "Are you sure it's this one?"

"That's right," Alvia took back her hand, smiled and nodded, "It was indeed this one in my dream."

"A rare planet with two high-level alien races."

"Let's go then."

Harlan turned and walked towards the exit of the warship: "We will kill each other, and after that, you will be promoted to major general and I will be promoted to lieutenant general."

"What Paten Arthur can do, we may be able to do."

Alvia shrugged his shoulders. He didn't have any S-level ptsd, but since his dear brother said so, he certainly wouldn't hold him back.

With a promotion in military rank, he will have more bargaining chips in dealing with Paten.

Alvia sighed softly, feeling that nothing was going smoothly. Could he really find the legendary Worm Queen before Paten Arthur?

That ghost thing really gave him a big problem.

Swan Galaxy, Mammon Castle of Baphomet Mammon.

"You were injured like this by your own insect cub. When did you become like this, Beelzebub."

"Don't make sarcastic remarks, Bafeng. Don't forget that if I die, you will be buried with me."

"Are you threatening me with death?"

“Just stating a fact.”

"Ah."

Baphom Mammon was not wearing a mask this time.

He revealed a face that was exactly the same as that of the current Insect King, Beelzebub Windsor.

"You guys are so fake and ugly sometimes. I really hope you can disappear from my life."

"Tsk." This time it was Beelzebub's turn to wear half of the mask. He sneered at Baphomet Mammon's boring self-consolation and his even more hypocritical pretense: "Life, life, our destiny is born like this, Baphomet."

"You should be thankful that you are the only successful replica."

"Only? I am really flattered by this word."

"You don't believe it?" Beelzebub raised his eyebrows.

"Heh," Baphomet Mammon clenched his staff and sneered, "You and I both know that neither of us is the kind of person who would make only one preparation."

Otherwise, he would not have given Diman the order to kill Peranbo directly.

"Now, tell me, my respected creator, why did you summon your creation?"

Bafeng slowly smiled at Beelzebub on the light screen.

A smile that is like the inversion of the Creator and the Creator.

Of course, it's just as if.