Zerg: Seduction! A brutal and insane female Zerg dotes on me.

"I swear in the name of the Insect God that the killing will never cease until everything is destroyed."

In the far north, where everything is white and boundless, the people of Longkoda are born from snow and glaciers, but our blood is not cold!

My warriors, swear now that you will reclaim the dignity and glory you have lost!

We are by no means useless; we are the true favorites of the Creator!

We are exceptionally gifted, brave and skilled in battle, and are warriors handpicked by the Insect God!

Today we stand here, resisting with our blood and our lives, refusing to ever again be appendages of male insects!

The insect god endows female insects with great reproductive abilities, and we should respect and cherish them, not deprive them of their insect rights and treat them as breeding machines kept in captivity!

We are born extraordinary, but we have never considered ourselves extraordinary!

Loyal to our mission, we swear to defend the honor of the Zerg to the death!

Once upon a time, the white Lonkodah was nothing but ice and snow, bitterly cold. It was only through the daring efforts of countless female insects who dived to depths of hundreds of meters to extract heat that the warm home we have today was created.

Once upon a time, the majestic Palace of Alitus was just a single-story building. It was built layer by layer by tens of thousands of female insects who crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, using countless white bones, to create the magnificent palace we see today.

These so-called 'noble' male insects hide within high walls and warm pavilions, comfortably enjoying the prosperity we have earned with our lives, while regarding us as lowly and despicable creatures, whipping us at will.

We should have woken up long ago, completely smashed the outdated feudal laws, and rebuilt a brand new order.

The insect god is merciful and cannot punish its people, but justice will never be absent.

At this moment, raise your swords, for the fallen compatriots, for the children who died young, and even more so for yourselves who have endured humiliation and hardship, and judge on the spot those male insects who once bullied, despised, and trampled on you!

Their screams echoed throughout the skies above Longkoda.

Let their blood flow over every tile of Longkoda.

Let them pay the price for the sins they have committed!

These self-proclaimed 'noble' males will forever remain a part of Longkoda's history!

And we will eventually be free—

Long live the female insect!

Long live the Insect God!

The north wind howls, the fire blazes, and orange-red intertwines with pure white—the only two colors in the far north.

A flock of crows stretched out their broad wings and circled endlessly over Longkoda, their cries mournful, like a funeral dirge rehearsed in advance of an impending event.

These arrogant and conceited male insects, who only crave pleasure, are not even deserving of the attention of beasts. Their deaths are met with joyful shouts and songs.

At the entrance to the Palace of Alitus, two solemn and majestic giant statues of the insect god stand on the left and right, their hands crossed over their shoulders, looking down at their people.

After the black-robed judge finished his final oath, he held in his hand a silver scepter that had been passed down for thousands of years. It was engraved with complex and ancient tribal oaths, representing the supreme divine authority of the far north. Against the backdrop of the desert snowfield, it shone with a deep and sacred white light amidst the leaping firelight.

A slender and beautiful female insect stands on the majestic moat of Alitus.

Her white hair was unbound, wildly cascading over her shoulders in the north wind. Her chin was slightly raised, revealing a bewitching and alluring face with extremely rare purple pupils, a color deeper and more dazzling than agate. A few dried drops of bright red blood splattered on her cheeks, adding a touch of brokenness to her bewitching beauty.

The white military uniform with gold trim, and the tightly cinched wide belt, perfectly accentuated her impeccable physique. Her two straight and slender legs were encased in crisp military trousers, with glimpses of muscle definition, making her both sexy and alluring.

The shirt collar is half a finger's width below the Adam's apple, and is symmetrically inlaid with a pure gold badge. The exquisite and lifelike carving depicts a snow eagle about to take flight, holding a sharp longsword in its beak. This is a totem symbolizing the spirit of Longkoda and the determination of every warrior in the far north to pursue freedom.

The female insect's bright red cloak fell heavily to the ground from her left shoulder, leaving a long, winding trail of blood on the gray-white floor tiles beneath her feet, a testament to the cruelty and hardship of her journey.

Yalta strode onto the beacon tower, his long, snow-white hair billowing in the wind, his expression haughty as he surveyed the entire Lomkoda, displaying the majesty of a king.

He raised the rebel flag high in his hand, its pure black background adorned with a pair of lifelike golden wings.

He proclaimed loudly, "Warriors of Longkoda, let us forever remember this moment!"

Long live the Insect God!

Long live the female insect!

Long live freedom!

Beneath the city walls stood countless Lonkorda warriors wielding long swords, and kneeling on the ground were the Zerg 'treasures'—male Zerg.

Oh no.

They are now nothing more than a group of prisoners, losers.

The male insects, who were once so pampered by sucking the blood and flesh of female insects, were now utterly terrified, tears streaming down their faces, uttering all sorts of pleas for mercy. Their hideous appearances showed no trace of the noble air of the insect race.

Once the bright outer skin is peeled away, the inside is all the same—rotten and decaying.

Yet it is precisely this kind of 'thing' that has required female insects to protect with their lives for thousands of years.

Ridiculous.

Unreachable.

The judge's black robes fluttered in the wind, his scepter slammed to the ground, and then he gave a command:

"kill--"

The executioners raised their long swords, the blades piercing through the insects' bellies, and the previously clamoring male insects immediately fell silent.

Thick blood trickled down the tip of the knife, spreading rapidly in all directions.

That was a weapon that male insects used to humiliate female insects. The blade had grooves to draw blood. They probably never dreamed that one day they would be killed by the little object they used to amuse themselves.

As batches of male insects were killed, the entrance to the Asturi Palace was stained crimson and filled with a foul stench.

Yalta looked down at the blood and gore scattered on the ground, slowly curling his lips into a smile, revealing sharp fangs, his expression both crazed and ecstatic.

history--

He will rewrite it himself...

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The dungeons of the Asturian palace.

Yan Kai was huddled in an iron cage less than 1 meter high. Due to maintaining the same position for a long time, his whole body was numb and painful. He moved his limbs with difficulty, shifted his body in the cramped space, and bent his legs up to his chest. As a result, his trouser legs were rolled up high, and his exposed skin was blue and purple from the cold.

He lowered his eyelids, and a thin layer of white frost covered his curled eyelashes.

The temperature seems to be getting lower and lower...

He raised his hand and tightened his tattered clothes and trousers. The shackles clanged together, making a series of crisp sounds that echoed in the darkness for a long time.

Yan Kai sighed softly. He still didn't understand how he had inexplicably transmigrated...

This is truly bizarre. Yan Kai was originally from Earth. The day he transmigrated was a Friday, nothing special. He went to work and came home as usual. However, the moment he stepped into his apartment building, the world in front of him suddenly changed, and when he turned around, there was no way back.

It was springtime on Earth, but the world inside the door was in the dead of winter, with heavy snow falling everywhere. Yan Kai was wearing a T-shirt, shirt, and jeans, all very thin, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Grass.

It's fucking cold.

"Who?"

A very short syllable sounded from behind, and Yan Kai turned around alertly.

What comes into view are two pairs of enormous wings, like transparent lace, wrapped with thin golden threads, shimmering with enchanting colors in the light and shadow.

Yan Kai was a little dazed. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It was still there; he wasn't seeing things...

Yalta tilted his head slightly, his pale purple pupils shifting to the corner of his eye. After seeing Yan Kai's face clearly, he revealed a smile that was hard to decipher, and his beautiful face suddenly became vivid.

Yan Kai was stunned.

Dream?

Spring has arrived, all things are reviving, and he also wants to reproduce?

So it turns out I'm into... aliens?

Yalta withdrew his insect-transformed left hand. The monstrous beast he had disemboweled collapsed to the ground, its intestines spilling out. Sticky, bright red blood dripped from his fingertips onto the pristine snow, like blooming flowers of hell.

Despite doing incredibly cruel things, they possess an indescribable elegance and composure.

Yan Kai stared at the person opposite him for a long time, then belatedly realized that the person's hand wasn't a hand at all, but a claw...

My Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. I tried to reassure myself, "Don't panic, it's just a dream."

"Who are you."

The other person spoke; their pronunciation was strange, but it sounded quite nice...

"I'm…"

Yan Kai was about to speak but immediately shut his mouth, his hands hanging at his sides clenching into fists.

The language spoken on the other end is not Mandarin, so why can he understand it?

Yalta took a step towards him, a faint smile on his face, adopting the demeanor of a noble gentleman: "What would you like to ask, sir?"

Yan Kai forced himself to remain calm, then reached down and pinched his thigh hard...

It hurts so much!

Not a dream.

Is this all true...?

Yan Kai's pupils dilated.

Yalta, not receiving a reply, spoke again, drawing out the last syllable: "Hmm?"

When Yan Kai looked up again, he found that the person opposite him had silently stood less than a meter away from him at some point.

Their eyes met, and their minds went blank for a second.

how to say……

Yan Kai had never seen such a beautiful person before. Let's call this creature a human for now. It had white skin, white hair, and purple eyes, and most importantly, it had wings. It was so beautiful it looked like a spirit...

Yalta watched with great pleasure as the male insect's face showed fear, and continued, "Why would the esteemed male insect appear here instead of in the warm city of Longkoda?"

Male?

Who?

Yan Kai dodged the question by asking, "Excuse me, where is this place?"

Yalta gazed silently at his face, a hint of doubt arising in his heart: "The far north sea."

What sea?

Does Earth have oceans like this?

Yan Kai's face fell, and he asked, unwilling to give up, "Is this still on Earth?"

"Earth?"

"Not Earth?"

Yalta didn't know what Earth was. He glanced at him but didn't answer. He flapped his wings, swirling up countless crystalline snowflakes, which instantly landed straight in front of Yan Kai, with their noses less than a centimeter apart.

Yan Kai suddenly held his breath, seeing his own stiffness through the other person's pupils. He unconsciously wanted to back away, but before he could lift his feet, the transparent wings pierced straight into the snow behind him, the sharp wing blades less than 1 centimeter from his buttocks. He was so frightened that he immediately straightened his back and tightened his pants.

What's wrong!

Yalta leaned closer to confirm his aura; he was indeed a male insect, but his appearance was somewhat unusual. A thought crossed her mind: "How shall I address you, sir?"

"My name is Yan Kai, what's yours?"

He decided to try to get closer to the person first, hoping to get some useful information.

"Yalta."

Yan Kai repeated in a low voice, his strange pronunciation quite tongue-twisting. He emphasized his tone and called out seriously, "Yalta."

Yalta's eyelashes trembled slightly; this was the first time he had heard his own name from the male insect.

Those guys are used to being high and mighty, trampling all the female insects under their feet, insulting them with all sorts of extremely foul and disgusting words, and abusing their bodies with any weapon at hand. In the eyes of the male insects, they are the lowest of slaves, toys that do not deserve to have names.