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

Yan Kai stared silently at the female insect that walked slowly past the sacrificial altar, restraining his expression and revealing no emotion whatsoever.

When a seed of doubt takes root in the heart, it will quickly take root, sprout, and become tightly entangled.

He could vaguely sense something was amiss; that inexplicable longing for love and an uncontrollable possessiveness were now becoming apparent.

All we can do now is wait.

Waiting for the right opportunity—

Destroy it completely.

The dazzling sun seemed to know that today was a great day for the Longkoda festival, and somehow it climbed to the very center.

Bright light fell perfectly on the altar, enveloping it in a glorious golden glow, welcoming it with light and heat.

The high priest, wearing a strange, pure black mask, stood solemnly before the insect god statue, awaiting the new king.

The soldiers leading the way stopped in front of the altar and dispersed to the left and right.

He stood tall and motionless, like a statue.

Yalta, his red cloak billowing, his back ramrod straight, exuded regal majesty even though he hadn't shown his face.

The high priest opened the thick sacred text before him and read aloud the tribal precepts:

"The throne in the far north is a lonely and cold place covered in ice and snow."

Longkoda's golden crown is a sword entwined with thorns.

We are devout servants, and we will become blazing flames, piercing the silence of darkness.

As the snowstorm approaches, with sword and shield in hand, we will defend the supreme glory of this white land.

Yalta knelt on one knee a step below the High Priest's platform, his face serene, his white hair flying, and his impeccably tailored suit remained perfectly wrinkle-free even in his kneeling position.

In his left hand was a thorny longsword, and in his right hand was a silver shield engraved with totems. Behind him followed an official in a white robe, chanting the Snowfield Song of Longkoda.

The ancient insectoid language, with its complex and obscure tones, suddenly becomes solemn and dignified when paired with a heavy melody.

Yan Kai watched from afar and suddenly understood that Harwick's words were absolutely correct.

Putting everything else aside, even if this female insect were submerged in a sea of ​​insects, her brilliance would not be diminished.

After the admonition, the high priest raised his silver scepter high, perpendicular to the ground.

thump—

There was a muffled sound.

Orange sparks flew everywhere, spreading outwards in concentric circles.

The high priest suddenly released his grip, and the scepter floated in mid-air on its own.

Yan Kai's pupils dilated slightly, greatly shocked by this seemingly miraculous act.

This place is indeed full of surprises.

Below the long ladder, four honor guards, marching in perfect military steps and carrying the crown representing royal power, slowly walked up to the sacrificial altar.

The high priest solemnly held up the crown with both hands and began to bestow supreme royal power upon the new king of Longkoda.

"Lord of the Snowfield, new king of Longkoda, please swear an oath:"

You will become the most loyal knight of Longkoda, dedicating everything to the far north.

Brave and fearless, upholding justice and truth, regardless of identity, they protect every insect citizen.

With their flesh and blood, they became swords and shields, vowing to defend the dignity of Longkoda to the death.

Always remain humble, stay true to yourself, and never desecrate the supreme royal authority bestowed upon you by the gods.

Yalta lowered his head and placed his hands on his shoulders:

"Yalta Alex, from this day forward, as the leader of Longkoda, pledges in the name of the Insect God:"

I will dedicate myself selflessly and regard Longkoda as the highest honor.

I will be fearless in the face of death, taking the safety of my tribe as my own responsibility.

I swear to the Insect God: I will be forever loyal and become the knight of this snowfield.

I will dedicate everything to my tribe and my people until my dying breath.

To the utmost, we will bring supreme glory and splendor to this white land.

The high priest raised the crown high above his head, and a burst of flames ignited at his fingertips. Under the intense heat, the originally silvery-white crown gradually revealed a dazzling golden color.

May you be with the Insect God.

At that moment, the people of Longkoda stood up, crossed their arms over their shoulders, and shouted.

Long live the Insect God!

"Long live Longkoda!"

"Long live the leader!"

"Long live the female insect!"

Waves of sound echoed across the entire sky.

The golden crown finally settled firmly on Yalta's head, his white hair and the crimson gem in the center gleaming in the sunlight.

From this day forward, he is the rightful master of Longkoda.

This lonely throne, in the end, led him to the same fate.

Yan Kai narrowed his eyes, feeling a strange shock in his heart. These powerful creatures, though cruel, had always steadfastly adhered to their beliefs and fought relentlessly towards the justice and light in their hearts.

They love Lonkorda, and even though countless darkness lies buried beneath this pure white earth, every insectoid here is still willing to give their life for it.

Yalta stood up and stepped onto the altar, placing his longsword and spear crossed in the flames.

The high priest grasped the staff of power in one hand, and with a flick of his black sleeve, blazing sparks scattered, climbing and coiling upwards, instantly transforming it into a burning torch, which he then placed back in the center of the altar.

Begin today's pilgrimage:

"By the God of Insects, we are grateful for the gifts and abilities you have bestowed upon us, which have enabled us to survive the blizzard."

We will always be honest, and regard lies and selfishness as deadly poison.

We will always remain passionate, undaunted by difficulties, and forge ahead.

Be the only snow eagle on the snowfield.

We are all believers, and we are willing to dedicate our lives to this faith.

Our loyalty and determination

—Please bear witness.

As soon as the high priest finished speaking, he crossed his arms and placed them on his shoulders, looking up at the enormous statue of the insect god.

The insect people in the square did the same thing, nodding devoutly.

A series of orderly sounds rang out, still the ancient language of insects, low and obscure.

"May the Insect God bear witness that we are all believers, and we are willing to dedicate our lives to serving you!"

Yan Kai didn't repeat it along with others, but listened carefully. The words that were originally unrelated to him seemed to suddenly take shape and gradually become clear.

Now he no longer wanted to ask why he could understand such a difficult and obscure language.

The drums sounded again, accompanied by horns, creating a powerful and majestic atmosphere.

On the sacrificial altar, Yalta stood ramrod straight, kneeling on one knee before the statue of the Insect God, his hand resting on his shoulder, and he nodded.

"White Longkoda, the wind and snow never cease, the long night is immortal."

I will become a burning flame, piercing the darkness of dawn.

"To stay with the snow until death comes."

All the people in the square looked at the altar and knelt down on one knee along with their leader.

Yan Kai was no exception, even among the swarm of insects, but he did not bow his head.

No matter how powerful the Insect God may be, that is not his belief.

The gods of Longkoda only have their people in their hearts, not him.

Being in such a ceremony, Yan Kai couldn't help but feel his blood boil.

The thanksgiving ceremony is still ongoing.

The new king of Longkoda is making his final pronouncement, and all the insect people solemnly pledge their faith that the insect god will hear their sincerity.

“We hereby swear that the people of Longkoda will never fear the wind and snow.”

"We are absolutely not afraid of the wind and snow."

"In the far north, the source of life, the people of Longkoda will dedicate themselves selflessly."

—"We will dedicate ourselves selflessly."

"In the darkest of nights, by the promise of fire, the people of Longkoda will swear to stand guard to the death, becoming the sharp sword of the Insect God and the sturdy shield of protection on this icy plain."

"We will stand guard to the death, becoming a sharp sword and a sturdy shield on the icy plains."

"May the snow-capped lands of the far north endure for millennia, may Longkoda live on forever!"

—"Longkoda, long live!"

Yan Kai was deeply moved as he listened to the resolute insect language in his ear.

He once read a quote on Earth: "A nation with faith possesses supernatural abilities."

No matter how much darkness there is in this world, at least at this moment, their hearts are united, watching over each other, and invincible.