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

"Sir, you blew up the Xiongbao Society."

"The new empire won't need it anymore."

"You also blew up the headquarters of the Imperial Supreme Court."

"New laws will be established."

"What about the Supreme Council?"

"There will be no need for another Windsor Petersburg. All order needs to be re-established."

Nok Gunlada understood: "What you destroyed were those you selected and should be abandoned after the war."

"Very clever." Augustine praised his conclusion without reservation.

"Besides that, why did you drop bombs on the area where Teacher Dennis was?"

"It's just a small test of whether God is merciful."

"That sounds really arrogant."

"Then I have been arrogant for more than seven hundred years."

Now Knok was speechless.

"What did you just say? Didn't the Gunlada family replace Green as the first noble family of the empire five hundred years ago?"

Augustine did not answer Knok's question. He just stared at the silver god-like shadow and sighed again.

"Seven hundred years. That's really too long."

"How is it possible that an A-level male insect can live for 700 years??? You..."

Nok suddenly reacted, yes, A-level male insects will not live for 700 years, their longest lifespan will not exceed 500 years.

Therefore, Augustine has always been S-level. No, Knok suddenly had a bolder guess, maybe above S-level.

"The head of the Gonglada family has always been you since you ascended to the top of the noble seat in the empire, so it can always be correct and always shine, right?"

"Reasonable guess, correct cognition."

Augustine did not deny it.

Nok took a deep breath because of this. The male insect standing in front of him still had a bottomless trump card, so Gunlada still stood firm in the war that broke out almost instantly, and has never shown any signs of decline until now.

So, if the birth of life is the most basic foundation, in order to build such a huge and magnificent building on the foundation, we need ambition to match it as a continuous source of power and support.

This is what Knok knows best. He is not like his soft, lucky and rescued teacher Dennis. He knows how ambition burns. Obsession is its seed and time is its nourishment. Once the slightest sprout is born, it will never stop growing.

"May I have the honor of knowing what kind of great existence gave birth to your ambition?"

Augustine looked up at the sky.

Nok understood. He imitated Augustine and worshipped the moonlight: "Ah, so that is also a moon?"

"What do you think of Green, Nook?"

Augustine asked this question to his younger self.

"Green?" Knok was not unfamiliar with this name. It could be said that all the insects on the Imperial Star were familiar with this name.

Even though it has become a declining product of history, the glory represented by the name Green is still deeply rooted in the hearts of insects.

They were the yoke of the royal family.

"But something that has already failed has no meaning at all."

He answered this way, wondering if Gunlada would become the next Green.

After a brief silence, Augustine gave his own evaluation.

"Green is one of the king's relics. He is the shackles that the king left behind on the Windsor royal family, and the shackles will eventually dissolve."

"Rather, it was beyond my expectation that they could hold out for so long, and the shackles broke five hundred years ago."

"so……"

Nok opened his eyes wide, and only then did he truly understand the meaning of Gonglada.

"Gonglada has achieved that new shackle."

"The king and the king tacitly completed the union thousands of years apart."

Nok still didn't understand something, so he pointed at himself sarcastically and said, "Are I, Teacher Dennis, and the male insects in the laboratory all orders given to you by the benevolent king?"

"That's really ironic!"

Augustine's eyes turned cold for a moment, then calmed down in the next instant, as if it was just an illusion captured by Knok.

But the sharp and cold feeling in the male insect's sensitive spiritual sea, as if being pricked by a needle, told him that it was not an illusion.

That moon, the moon that belonged to Gunlada, was a taboo for Augustine, and he would not allow it to be defiled in the slightest.

Even though he was angry, Nok still kept his mouth shut. He did not have any extra sense of justice. In the male insect school in the Rose Galaxy, he thought he looked down on the truth, goodness and beauty that were taught to them.

"Forgive my offense, sir," he bowed his head at the right time, "but, if that's the case, why don't you go and help the King Insect?"

"You and Teacher Dennis seem to be on the same path."

"The same road? No, you're wrong."

Each of Augustine's answers was beyond Knok's expectations. The young insect cub had ambition and intelligence, but he had not yet grown up to match the ambition.

"Gunrada is also Green, you can certainly think so."

"But unlike Green, I will never be loyal to any generation of the Overlord. Just like what the Lorraine Group, or the Sith Family, has shown, the moon I worship is unique."

"And he had already died, died in front of me."

"So I don't care what the King Bug is like. I never choose the King Bug, but a higher being."

"Insect God."

Gunlada is not Green.

It is a broken Grimm. It examines each and every king insect with indifference and ruthlessly screens them, searching for the seed that could potentially become a god, waiting for that possible transformation.

“Only the transformation of flesh and blood, life and death can bring about the impossible.”

"Unfortunately, Teacher Dennis also failed. Even he is not the successful person you expected, right?" Nok said.

"..."

"Why must it be a bug god?" Nok asked, "I thought your goal was to turn yourself into a god."

"Because...we will all fall into the arms of the Insect God."

"In order to put everything back on track," Augustine looked at the shadow of the King Insect that was slashing at Beelzebub, "I will do whatever it takes to ensure the birth of the Insect God."

Augustine actually wanted to tell Dennis.

He loves him, including his dam.

But...faith is always higher than love.

The pilgrim abandons everything, finally, himself.

Distant whispers once again echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness as he remembered his final farewell to his king.

"We will all fall into the arms of the insect god."

"The Insect God is dead, we all know that."

“New ones will be born.”

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because that's how life is. When the old dies, the new is born. That's how life is."

"Little Augustine, you will meet the new Overlord. Remember to protect him. Only in this way can everything be put back on track."

"Where did the old one go?"

"Didn't I tell you, little Augustine?" The dying silver male insect looked at him with a gentle smile: "We will all fall into the arms of the insect god."

"Maybe I'll end up in the hell of death."

"That is impossible."

"why?"

"Because the Insect God will not be willing to let us go. We are all his descendants."

"Even if I did something wrong?"

"Then I will spank you in the arms of the Bug God."

That being the case, that being the case...

Is it necessary to give birth to a new insect god after the new king insect is born?

Otherwise, where are you going to spank me?

So he sealed his body and cut his cold flesh with his own hands, peeling it off inch by inch, without leaving out even a single trace of blood.

These are remains and soil, this is sin and hope.

As long as enough king insects are born, there will always be one that becomes a god.

[Then let’s create 30,000 geniuses before creating gods]

After billions of years, the arrogant god-maker was born again. On a dark night when even the moon could not be seen, the unprecedented male insect experiment lasting hundreds of years began.

"Perhaps even the Insect God will not forgive me."

"But you have to go somewhere, don't you?"

Old Gunlada is no longer little Augustine.