Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Long Ying turned around and looked at everyone: "Everyone, are you all alright?"

Mu Jiannan, An Lingyue, Li Shuying, and Bai Qing all nodded with clear expressions: "Yes."

“Of course, no problem.” Bai Qing grinned. “So the legendary insect queen, the strongest illusion master among all races, is only so-so. I feel that her illusions are not as powerful as Lingling’s.”

Dream Butterfly: "..."

Mu Jiannan thought to himself, 'It seems that my junior brother's power of faith has just been able to counter the illusionary magic of the Dream Butterfly...'

The illusionary magic of the Dream Butterfly likely invades people's minds, brainwashes their brains, erases their memories and cognition, makes them lose themselves, turning them into mindless zombies who don't know who they are, and ultimately makes all these victims obey her.

But as apostles of Nightsong, they possess the most steadfast minds in the world! Their minds are already anchored to their one and only faith—as long as Nightsong exists, their "self" will be indestructible, spiritual confusion will have no place to take root, and they will never lose themselves.

"This is impossible!"

The Dream Butterfly's eyes were cold and her voice betrayed barely concealed shock and anger: "How could a group of Saint Realm transcendents possibly resist my illusion magic?! What kind of magical treasures are you carrying?!"

"A magic weapon?" Bai Qing chuckled. "We didn't bring anything. It's purely your illusion—it's too weak."

Dream Butterfly: "...You're asking for it."

"Empress, why waste words with them!" the Zerg general said coldly. "Since they haven't fallen for the illusion, just kill them all! I've already scouted them out; they're just a few Saint Realm and Awakening Realm transcendents. I can wipe them all out by myself! The remaining tens of thousands of troops are just a bunch of low- to mid-level human warriors, nothing more than ants!"

The Dream Butterfly said no more, her face turning completely cold.

She slowly raised her arm, commanding the Zerg army; her voice was like an ice blade slicing through the air.

"Human soldiers, listen up! Lay down your weapons, kneel on the ground, and surrender to be spared. Otherwise..."

"on!"

As soon as the word was uttered, a black tide of insect shadows suddenly surged from the ground, the grass, and even the air all around the grassland!

The rustling, flapping of wings, and rubbing of carapaces merged into a chilling roar as countless Zerg warriors surged towards the central Terran army like a burst dam!

The human warrior exclaimed in alarm, "It's a swarm of insects!"

"They're everywhere!"

"There are so many..."

Long Ying's eyes sharpened.

"Everyone calm down! Prepare for battle!" she shouted, a red crystal sword materializing in her hand. Gazing at the swarming insects, her voice, amplified by her soul power, instantly resounded throughout the battlefield: "It looks like there are at least hundreds of millions of insect soldiers. Everyone, form ranks! This battle will be judged by the number of enemies killed, and rewards will be given according to merit upon our return to the capital!"

The human legion roared in unison, "Yes, sir!"

The dreamlike butterfly hovered in mid-air, looking down with cold eyes, its contempt growing stronger.

Although the human army's fire-sea formation tactic had indeed impressed her before, she never expected that the human race could train such good tactical coordination.

But now it seems that this human empress is still too naive.

Humanity is ultimately a young and short-lived race. Most of its ordinary superhuman warriors can only live for a hundred years or so at most. Therefore, the human army has very little experience in facing the battlefield of all races... or rather, almost none!

A race with no experience in the battlefield of all races would definitely panic when faced with a sudden attack from all sides!

The sense of oppression from enemy forces on all sides, the fear of death and injury—these are things that cannot be trained.

Humans are inherently a group of cowardly and selfish creatures. Unlike the Zerg, they cannot act without thinking, relying entirely on instinct and commands.

Faced with such an overwhelming enemy, morale would inevitably collapse!

As for rewards for meritorious service?

That's something only the living have a chance to get!

Such motivation is useless when facing an overwhelming disadvantage.

Huanmeng thought disdainfully.

She predicted that within fifteen minutes, at least a third of the army would surrender or desert...

"Brothers—follow me and kill!!!"

A human warrior raised his arms and roared wildly, his voice booming like thunder.

Dream Butterfly: "..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The deafening shouts erupted like a tsunami, almost overturning the air currents over the grassland!

Dream Butterfly: "......???"

This momentum...

Why is it a little different from what she had imagined?

All the human warriors seemed to be infused with a ferocious fighting spirit. Instead of retreating, they rushed headlong into the swarm of insects! Blades, sword energy, spells, and gunfire exploded in the insect tide, creating clouds of blood mist. Roars and the sounds of clashing weapons instantly engulfed the battlefield.

There was no fear in their eyes, only an almost burning excitement—as if what lay before them was not a deadly army of insects, but a "sea of ​​merit" waiting to be harvested!

All the human warriors seemed to be on drugs, gripping their weapons and rushing excitedly towards the swarm of insects!

The two armies surged together instantly. In an instant, blades, sword energy, spells, and gunfire exploded in the swarm of insects, creating clouds of blood mist. Roars and the sounds of clashing weapons engulfed the battlefield.

The human legion seemed to have all turned into reckless mad dogs, completely unafraid of death, with only killing in their eyes!

“Puff!”

"Hahaha! Kill one! Earn one military merit! ...Ouch, holy crap..."

Just as a soldier chuckled, a scythe-like insect limb suddenly pierced through his chest from behind.

"Puchi-"

He staggered and fell to the ground, but this did not cause panic among his comrades. Instead, it provoked a fiercer counterattack, making the others fight even more bravely.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"You go over there! This military merit is mine!!"

"Damn it, with so many insect soldiers, what are you trying to steal?!"

"These Zerg units have high military merits and are easy to kill. I've investigated them; don't think I don't know..."

"..."

A dreamlike butterfly hovered in the air, its wings frozen in place.

impossible......

How could an army that has never experienced the battlefield or the baptism of life and death be like this?

Even the Night Clan's army, known for its madness, wouldn't do that, would they?

Aren’t they afraid of death?

Are people willing to risk their lives for military merit?

Moreover, the combat effectiveness of the human soldiers far exceeded her expectations...

Logically speaking, the combat strength of human soldiers shouldn't be like this...

The Dream Butterfly narrowed its eyes slightly.

Do not......

Something is wrong!

These human warriors seemed to be surrounded by a strange power.

They seem to be blessed by some unknown force!

"Insect Technique - Tail Sting!"

The scorpion could no longer restrain itself. It shot out like lightning, heading straight for Long Ying and Mu Jiannan! With a flick of its tail, the scorpion's poisonous needle transformed into a ghostly green afterimage, swiftly piercing Long Ying's face!

Long Ying and the others scattered instantly. The poisoned needles pierced the ground, but then mysteriously emerged from the ground on the other side, making them insidious and difficult to guard against.

"Hmph, a few Saint Realm cultivators, and they're quick to dodge!" Scorpion General sneered, his pincers slashing like guillotines, his scorpion tail following like a shadow, his attacks relentless.

As a Zerg warrior at the first stage of the Soul Emperor realm, dealing with a few human superhumans at the Saint Realm is a piece of cake!

"Ninth-tier demonic ability - Dark Blood Crystal Blade!"

The red crystal sword in Long Ying's hand was suddenly wrapped in a layer of black demonic energy.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, choosing to confront General Scorpion head-on.

"Om-"

The two figures passed each other at lightning speed!

Dragon Tassel's sword flashed like dark red lightning, precisely slicing across the Scorpion General's abdomen.

At the same time, the young emperor slightly twisted her neck to dodge the incoming pincer attack.

"Well......!!!?"

General Scorpion looked down in astonishment at his abdomen.

Where the sword's edge swept, the Scorpion General's carapace did not break, but quickly condensed into a hideous dark red crystal, which spread and seeped into the surrounding flesh like a living thing.

Moreover, the crystals spread extremely quickly, not only spreading to other parts of his body, but also penetrating directly into his flesh and even his internal organs!

"You...you are not a Saintly Being..."

General Scorpion stared in horror at Dragon Tassel, who had sheathed his sword and turned away, his voice distorted with terror:

"You're a Soul Emperor realm transcendent being?!"