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

The moon of the Imperial Star had never been so dazzling, and its light spread farther and farther, almost obscuring a quarter of the empire.

For some reason, all the insects that saw this moon in the planet's sky couldn't help but shed tears.

"Fuck! Is what Star Online said true?!"

"Where are the First and Second Legions stationed in the Imperial Star System? Why is there no news at all?"

"Where is the Crown Prince's succession ceremony?!"

"Who cares about the Crown Prince! Is that important now? The King Bug! The real King Bug is back!"

"What are you waiting for! Bring me my Elite Starship! Where are the latest model rocket launchers?! Install them all for me!"

"Wait a minute, bro! Add me in!"

"Star Harbor is waiting for you!"

What is that place where the moon shines?

It's the Imperial Star! It's the beacon of the empire!

No matter whether they are female, male, or sub-female, trillions of Zerg followed the moonlight, and countless starships set sail, like moths to a flame, one after another, and never looking back.

Soon, they encountered the first obstacle.

"Beep! It's the Seventh Legion! The Rose Galaxy and the Depra Galaxy have been surrounded by them!"

"What the hell is going on? Is this a civil war?"

As they were all wondering whether they really should fire the first shot of the civil war.

A voice that was familiar to the bugs in the Rose Galaxy and the Depra Galaxy resounded on the data device that all bugs could hear.

"Don't go any further, cough, cough cough."

The voice said so, and anyone could tell that the main insect was suffering great pain.

"Is it... the prince stationed in the Seventh Legion?"

Major General of the Seventh Legion, Second Prince Dolores.

To all the bugs who know this prince, he is undoubtedly a very gentle bug.

This is also the reason why even though the bugs in the Rose Galaxy and the Depra Galaxy were quarreling fiercely on the star network, no bug was pushing the wind to favor His Highness.

Because... this insect is so gentle, so gentle that its presence is almost non-existent.

It's not just his soft personality, but also his abilities. Compared to other princes who are at least A-level, he is only B-level and is obviously just at the passing line. He can't even strive for anything. The reason he can become a major general of the Seventh Legion is because his mother's father's family is one of the four hidden families in the Rose Galaxy.

Dolores covered her mouth and nose in pain: "Don't go any further, don't get closer... cough, cough, poof!"

"Your Highness, are you vomiting blood?" Chong, who could only hear the sound, asked in confusion.

"Guard your home well. They are everywhere."

"Be careful... don't get caught by the second... moon... Ugh!"

After the almost heart-wrenching sound of vomiting, the insects heard an extremely unfamiliar voice.

“Hehehe, I didn’t expect there would be such a demon that doesn’t look like a demon. It’s so weak, too weak. It doesn’t even want me to bite it. But it’s better than nothing.”

Click!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Then came a series of creepy breaking and chewing sounds, and the second prince's painful roar.

"So, Lambs...it's time to hunt."

Following this horrifying announcement, black fog, even darker black fog, rolled in from the depths of the stars and from the end of the Milky Way, obscuring the still shining moon and dyeing the sky black.

The demons hidden in the black fog then appeared, and the Rose Galaxy and the Depra Galaxy also fell into darkness like the Imperial Galaxy.

"Homeowner..."

"Go," Perion's eyes were calm as he gave the order steadily, "Go and show them who the prey is."

"Yes!"

Depra Galaxy.

"Master, lord, do we really not need to support the Insect Queen? And what about Xiaobai..." Some insects from the Morning Star Family couldn't help but worry.

Amplia and Estar clasped hands tightly: "Protect the Depra Galaxy. All we are doing now is to give them the greatest support and reliance!"

On the other side of the Silver Moon, the Windsor worm, which is completely different from the Second Prince Dolores, the Fourth Prince stationed in the Eighth Legion is not so kind.

"Internal war? Tsk! What's that?"

The female insect with silver hair and silver eyes sneered at the naivety of its own kind.

"What's really scary is that even their faith and souls have been distorted. Since they want to follow the moonlight so much, why should I stop them from dying?"

"It's a pity... When they follow the moonlight to the end, what awaits them will not be the silver moon they dream of."

"It's the Windsor moon."

"Bad taste." Another insect with silver hair and silver eyes beside him commented.

"Tsk, Xiaoliu, you are becoming less and less cute."

The fourth prince, Constan, supported his chin with one hand and shook a transparent glass cup with the other hand. The blood-red wine in the cup shook rhythmically.

"The eldest brother (Harun) is still indecisive, the second brother (Dolores) is soft-hearted, the third brother (Wuni) has already stood up against the Overlord for the so-called freedom, the fifth brother (Diman) is probably running for his life now, the poor seventh brother (Norman) has already entered the emperor's stomach, and as for the lucky eighth brother (Ian)... Tsk, sixth brother, how many of us brothers do you think can survive?"

"I don't know," said another female insect, who didn't seem to care about her own life or death. "But it definitely doesn't include you and me."

"Hahahahahaha! That's right! The living do not include you and me!"

Constant laughed and raised his glass to his sixth brother: "Cheers! A glorious death!"

Samelai glanced at him with boredom, but still clinked glasses with him.

"I just want to die in peace, Constant."

"So what are you waiting for, dear Xiaoliu?"

Constantine mocks the cowardice of every insect: "Drink the wine in your hand, and you will embrace death."

Samelai's tone remained unchanged.

"Wait for you."

Constant was stunned for a moment, and suddenly crushed the wine glass in his hand. The red wine mixed with poison corroded his hands and arms. The black blood and wine mixed into a thicker color, but he just laughed.

"Really? That would be an honor, brother."

As he laughed, Constant cast his gaze on the moonlight in the distance and uttered a name that could already be considered old.

"The Shepherd—Baphom-Mammon."

"The sheep you shepherd will inevitably degenerate into monsters."

"And he is just a poor copy of the real shepherd, our father."

“Gathering his flock.”