The male worm who is the object of marriage has just reached adulthood

Arthur Lan looked at the isolated island through the projection of the terminal.

The blood-red dots representing pollutants are densely packed, connecting the sea and the land. In fact, one-third of the Nightmare Bird Forest's resident is also covered with red dots.

It is covered with trees, animals, farmland and the base, as are the other three adjacent settlements.

The explosion of pollutants that has not been seen in a century, the news on the star network is overwhelming.

Negative, positive, concerns mock conspiracy theories.

But the army is different after all. His Majesty the King convened an emergency video conference, and the commanders looked dignified, but also a little panicked and confused.

General Hegovis frowned: "Contaminant outbreak? Is this his declaration of war?"

A slightly gloomy commander shook his head and projected a satellite image in the center of the video. The isolated islands in the sea and the buildings on the surface had all collapsed, and the flowing pollutants were like erupting black lava.

He zoomed in on an area and made a short video edit.

In just ten seconds, a huge shadow crawled out of the exposed deep pit, and there was a faint outline of an eyeball, which was composed of dense red dots, and there was an endless stream.

But before it was completely drilled out of the cave, it was cut and began to dissipate rapidly.

ten seconds later.

The terrible shadow disappeared.

What this represents is not difficult to guess, but the reason behind it makes them unable to figure it out.

The underground palace has mastered a technology more terrifying than pollutants?

What did His Majesty do?

What happened to the underground palace?

The meeting fell into silence, and the seemingly calm meeting was undercurrents. After a brief hesitation, the commander who had evacuated the station ordered the soldiers to return at full speed. Numerous reconnaissance planes and lookout eyes were dispatched to send back various news non-stop.

In just a few hours, those report files filled the desk.

One after another [emergency emergency] [urgent emergency]

Lookouts and reconnaissance aircraft scanned for whale-sized contamination unprecedented in Imperial history.

It is important to know that a football-sized pollutant can corrupt more than 100 square meters of land, causing an impact that is difficult to remove for decades.

And such huge pollutants beyond the norm are like crucian carp crossing the river.

This is simply a disaster for the entire Zerg race.

Such a volume of pollutants accelerates the division, and no matter how many soldiers are filled in, it will not help, and the death is not as fast as it divides.

Despair is almost visible to the naked eye.

The lookouts went back and forth, non-stop scanning the disaster situation in various places.

A lookout eye lowered its flight altitude, but it was affected by pollutants, the signal was intermittent, and the flight was also bumpy. It kept sending out red warnings and hit the surface of the black eyeball.

The lookout eye above is running the map as diligently as a bee.

The lookout eye that was performing the task flew up wobbly, and suddenly found something unusual.

The slightly gloomy commander said: "These pollutants don't seem to actively attack the Zerg."

There were mixed conversations in the meeting room, and after a while, directly affected by the tide of catastrophe, the commanders closest to the incident also began to exchange their own information.

"They lost command."

"The pollutants in Morando's station show no signs of splitting up, and they won't even actively attack living creatures."

"All the pollutants in my laboratory are still, as if dead."

"I just blew up that piece, and the pollutants will run, but the speed and evasion methods are very slow, which is different from the previous cunning garbage."

"It's so weird, what the hell is going on? Who is at the forefront and can explain in detail what happened."

"My mother is right at the front, those pollutants are motionless now, is it the calm before the storm?"

"He's an asshole! Well, excuse me, Your Majesty, I just want to know why?"

"Why? What the fuck are you saying?"

His Majesty the Emperor supported the crown: "Commanders, don't engage in verbal disputes anymore, haven't you noticed?"

He pointed at the satellite image, and didn't seem to understand it. He said strangely: "The shadow has completely disappeared. I mean, there is no trace on the satellite image."

Hegovis frowned: "Today, the people in the underground palace evacuated from the isolated island."

His Majesty the Emperor said: "Uh, it's good that the monks are fine."

The slightly gloomy commander said: "But His Majesty Sissel stayed on the isolated island, and now the lookout can't get close to the center, and the satellites can't find him."

A commander has updated a new picture. He has the latest lookout eye technology. At this time, he will show the newly sent picture.

The isolated island is densely covered with red dots representing pollutants. He shook his head: "No Zerg can survive there, and the green representing life has all disappeared."

Atherland listened quietly.

Suddenly opened the car door and jumped out of the car.

The silver wings broke through the military uniform, and the soldiers only saw a silver thread.

"commander?!"

The soldiers didn't know why, so the officers in the various districts simply abandoned their cars and flew after the commander.

However, although the wings are fast, they can't fly for too long. Excessive physical exertion will lead to sudden death.

The military females had almost exhausted their physical strength, and finally stopped on a hillside with the highest terrain.

In the evening, the rays of the sun break through the clouds and pour out their brilliance, and the mountains near and far are covered with a thin layer of red.

Aselan landed on the highest mountain rock, with silver wings shining like pearls.

At the foot of the hillside, a small blue river is hidden in the densely blooming Mui Nai field.

The evening wind of summer blows.

Asselan took off his hat, and stared in the direction of the underground palace in a daze.

But far away from thousands of mountains, all I can see is the beautiful and magnificent plain under the setting sun.

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The leaf salad is ringing.

The green leaves in summer sprout, absorb the rain, dew and sunshine, and grow vigorously.

When it grows big enough, the dark green surface slowly turns yellow, curls, and falls in the gusts of autumn wind.

The animal's hoof trampled on it.

The fallen leaves piled up more and more, slowly turning black and brittle, and a heavy white snow covered everything again.

After winter, the snow melts, and the leaves that become nutrients support new leaves to sprout and grow.

The golden mani flowers emerged from the blackened and hardened ground again, and clusters of golden flowers bloomed.

Crocodiles like to put bees in the manna flowers in polluted areas, which is their most unique secret recipe.

The residents of the Nightmare Bird Forest received an emergency evacuation order, and when they dragged their families halfway, the order was canceled again.

They drove home day and night in the army suspension vehicle, only to find that the originally expanded garrison was swallowed up by black pollutants.

The residents whose houses have collapsed are carrying their luggage and are at a loss in front of the black restricted area.

Soon, policies were issued one after another, and temporary tents and temporary canteens were quickly set up.

Capable containment, incompetent donation.

The army maintained social order, pulled the cordon, and began to clean up new contaminated areas.

There were more posts on Starnet than one, all discussing the catastrophe. The complicated information was mixed with inconspicuous official reports, but it was quickly topped by netizens on the first page of the homepage.

PA is gone.

The source of pollution that has existed for thousands of years only leaves a bunch of eggs without much intelligence, and it will be a matter of time before the army cleans it up.

A grand carnival started on Starnet.

At the same time, a post called [Battle of Glory] was topped.

The person who posted the post claimed to be a member of the royal family and disclosed the story behind the three-day and three-night emergency evacuation.

A large amount of information flooded into the eyes of carnival netizens.

[Eight votes in favor and 72 against at the White Tower meeting]

[The terrorist attack on the night of June [-]]

[The last remaining Zerg in the underground palace on July [-]th]

[July [-]th Sissel]

Every entry was on the hot search, and the original carnival was suddenly pressed to the pause button, and then aroused a more violent backlash.

It's Mianxia again, and the underground palace again.

Dead, all dead.

Protected at an unknown time in an unknown place?Is this another rumor.

The netizen is crazy @王室官方, looking forward to the royal family who loves their feathers and maintains their reputation to distinguish the true from the false.

Half an hour later, the royal family officially retweeted the post.

Xingwang suddenly exploded.

Sissel's name was on the top of the search terms and on the homepage of the star network.

The video of that first meeting was dug out, and countless versions were edited in just 3 minutes.

In the video, the male in a black robe is young and stern, not tall, walking up the steps of the white building.

He stopped, turned around, and seemed to be looking for something.

Carlos cut the video and added it to the song "Sefis March"

Tears streamed down my face when I finished listening.

The imprint of the times is in the short 3 minutes in the video, but at that time I thought it was just an ordinary day.

Asselan turned off the star network and lay on the bed.

Outside the window was the dark blue night sky. He buried his head in the quilt, and slowly, a little wetness appeared on both sides.

a year thereafter.

Two years.

Five years.

In the past five years, many other major events have occurred. The empire is divided, and the regions are independent, not under the jurisdiction of the empire, and the royal family has no military force to conquer.

The summer of the fifth year passed, and late autumn ushered in.

The mani flowers are already ripe, and the petals turn from golden yellow to orange.

When the nectar is at its sweetest, the brown bear can't stand the smell, and sneaks down the mountain to ravage the flower fields.

The scope of the Nightmare Bird Forest has expanded to the coast, and the opposite side of the coastline is the former site of the Eye of the Storm.

A tall obelisk stands in the deep blue water.

Red giant-leaved maples are planted along the coast, and under the maple trees are pots of Manai flowers. Viewing platforms and rest stops are designed every 1000 meters on both sides of the road to provide thoughtful services.

Now it has become a historical attraction, and there is an endless stream of tourists coming and going every day.

Atherland was resting today, not wearing a military uniform, and walking along the coastline with a cat that was fat enough to be a small bucket.

Yao was still wearing a white robe and an armband of a sanitation supervisor on his arm. He glanced coldly at Aselan: "If he gets fatter, he will be sick."

Arthur Lan held the cat on his shoulders. The cat screamed and kicked his legs hard. He scratched the cat's chin and stroked the fluffy tail

"Are you fat? Where are you fat? Honey's legs are so short, she's already very thin."

Yao: "..."

Too lazy to discuss this topic with him, Yao scanned the surroundings, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, took out a silver pistol from his pocket, and shot bullets at the Zerg who climbed flowers and folded grass.

The terrified Zerg sat down on the ground, his fingers trembling so that he couldn't speak, and said fiercely: "Who are you? Are you going to murder? Where's the patrol team! The patrol team!"

Yao rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and said condescendingly: "Don't shout, have you seen this armband? It is legal to use a gun, and it is specially approved."

The Zerg was so excited: "Who approved it! This is breaking the law and discipline, and murdering citizens! I want to sue him!"

Yao raised his eyebrows, glanced at the silent Aslan, and said coldly: "Then you go, remember the name, Aslan Timothy."

Aslan coughed, and teased the cat while walking, staying away from Priest Yao who had a bad temper recently, leaving him to bully passers-by.

Walking into the viewing platform, Arthur put the overweight cat on the stone bench and stared at the sea.

I won't be coming back.

It's already late autumn, and the mani flowers are about to wither.

In a few days, I will go to the wedding of a little monk in the underground palace. After the wedding, it is time for the winter wind to come, and it is also the quietest season for Nightmare Bird. Now it is not only autumn, but the army will also have a holiday in the cold winter.

Go home and enjoy the fire, and smell the aroma of burning manai stalks.

That is also a very comfortable thing.

Asselan lowered her eyelashes and stroked the cat, "If you hadn't been sterilized, I would have wanted to find you a partner."

Cat Catworm: "..."

Asselan pinched the cat's ass: "Yao said, your other master ate something strange, and he must confirm that there is no danger before returning. What did he eat? Crocodile honey? Ha, maybe he was just lying to me, I’m not afraid, tomorrow I’ll get married immediately, lay eggs on the spot, lay seventeen or eight baskets to play with, understand?”

Arthur Lan raised the corners of his mouth, and then drooped down in disappointment. The sea water shimmered against the sunlight.

Suddenly a shadow was cast behind him.

Arthur turned back and refused to reach the full level: "No flowers, no guides, no accommodation."

His gaze suddenly stopped, froze for a moment, and looked up.

The male watched him silently.

The mountains and rivers lost their color, only those tea-green eyes blinked, slowly rippling.

The wind passed between the two with the scent of manna flowers.In a trance, it seems to have returned to the most ordinary moments of the past.

The author has something to say: the text is over

Saw the comment section. _(:з」∠)_

... Isn't it very sweet (monkey scratches his head) Then I will write another chapter.

Originally scheduled episodes were two in the primitive period, when the males were still building nests.