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

In previous years, because male insects disliked too many female insects crowding together, the sacrificial ceremony only allowed about 100-200 insect members from each family to attend, and most insects could only watch from afar outside the venue.

This year's new policy on female insects attracted more than 20 insects to the site, and the entire square was swarming with insects.

Tokar was completely stuck, unable to get close to the warship from the front, as the enemy had so much ammunition that it seemed like they had it for free.

While seeking a breakthrough, he also had to consider preventing ordinary insectoids from being accidentally harmed, which inevitably constrained his actions.

The result of not daring to confront them head-on was that they circled the warship for a long time and fired cannons for a long time, but they couldn't even scratch off a bit of the paint.

Dela also attempted several surprise attacks, but the defenses behind the warships were just as impregnable.

The mechs of the three southwestern garrison troops were completely immobilized.

The enemy aircraft were so numerous they resembled a swarm of locusts, and the protective shields were extremely energy-intensive. If they were to retaliate, they might not be able to hold out until the swarm completely dispersed, leaving them with no choice but to stand and take the hits.

The newly added Imperial Guard mechs were unable to enter due to space limitations, and could only land around the plaza to remotely assist in shooting down attacking aircraft.

The rebels within the swarm are still numerous, all expressing their determination for male supremacy through self-destruction.

"Damn it! Where did Barlow get this thing? It's impossible to break through!"

Tokar was so angry he just wanted to curse the insects.

"The same thing happens later on, there's absolutely no way to break through!"

Della was somewhat disheartened. The energy cannon had been used up, but it had only created a dent in the warship's territory, let alone destroyed the launcher.

Tokar retreated to a safe position to observe the situation with the light projectile: "If this thing is fired, the entire central square will disappear!"

Dela's mech was a light one with limited ammunition, and now, empty-handed, he had no choice but to temporarily withdraw from the battle.

Fortunately, the mechanical team was already prepared at some point, so we flew over to them to replenish their energy.

He turned on the walkie-talkie and suggested, "Call Yalta over!"

Tokar refused without hesitation: "His golden armor is over thirty meters tall. If we really fight, its power is probably no different from this energy blast. The insect swarm in the square is still dense. We must prioritize their safety before we take action."

Della angrily slammed her fist on the control panel: "Dude! This doesn't work, that doesn't work! What do you suggest we do?!"

Tokar looked up thoughtfully, only to be met with the blinding light. After a moment of contemplation, he said to Della, "Let's find a way to get this thing up into the sky!"

Della instantly realized that Yalta's mechs had mechanical wings and were specially designed for aerial combat.

"It has to be you! Yalta loves dancing in the sky the most!"

Tokar made up his mind and immediately opened the emergency communication system to find Yalta's name.

The person on the other end said succinctly, "Speak."

"Yalta! Della and I will figure out a way to get this damn thing into the sky. You intercept it!"

Yalta turned around, looked at the warship hovering above the central square, and slowly a cruel smile crept onto his face.

Barlow —

This time, leaving won't be so easy...

"can."

After finishing speaking, Tokal hung up the communication and sidestepped the increasingly dense laser cannons.

Looking down, he saw the female insect still standing there, grinning sinisterly. He immediately reopened the emergency intercom and yelled, "What are you still posing for! Get moving! Can't you see I'm about to be riddled with bullets?!"

His voice was hoarse with rage.

Yalta composed himself, slightly raising his chin, exuding arrogance.

With a slight lift of his eyelids, he glanced over and disappeared from the spot.

Tokar was so angry that his fists clenched and cracked, wishing he could aim his cannon at that damned female insect!

Della, standing nearby, gloated: "What did you say to the chief? Look at the way he looked at you, it's hilarious!"

Tokar tossed the chain in his hand to the female insect and said irritably, "Stop talking nonsense and tie this big guy up with all your might!"

"Just two laser chains?"

Della thought he was probably crazy.

Tokal couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Did you lose your brain along with your legs?"

"Hey! Dude, I never use my brain even when I have legs!"

"Here, tie it up securely later!"

Della reluctantly accepted the offer: "Quickly explain what you're planning to do!"

Tokar pulled out a shock blaster and handed it to him: "We have exactly two left, these will come in handy! You can attach this 'dengxia' to the top of the warship."

Inside the mecha, Della clapped her hands together, suddenly realizing, "Good heavens! Watch me tie a pretty bow on it!"

Tokar had no more ammunition left, so he could only draw out two longswords: "I'll draw their fire, you'd better be quick!"

Della activated the actuator: "Don't worry!"

Lightweight mechs were designed for surprise attacks; they are small, fast, and highly agile.

The movement was so fast that it was almost just a light gray afterimage. In the blink of an eye, it had already circled the warship once. A small launcher was fastened to the top of the chain, and the impact cannon was firmly fixed to it.

Barlow probably didn't expect them to act so unpredictably, and by the time he realized what was happening, he was already firmly bound.

After Della finished everything, she leisurely turned on the walkie-talkie: "Tokar, I'll cover you. Now it's your turn to shine."

After saying that, he rushed to the front of the warship, opened the protective shield in front of him to block stray bullets, and then did a series of fancy moves on them, gouging their eyes, noses, and mouths, before patting his butt.

Then he turned on the loudspeaker: "Look, look who's sitting here! Oh! It's none other than the once-famous General Barlow!"

"That senile old fool who had several females tortured to death and still advocated male supremacy!"

"I, Della, once admired you as a true warrior, but now I despise you!"

Barlow stood in front of the warship's command platform, his wrinkled face bearing three recently healed knife wounds that almost ripped across his entire left cheek.

The female insect is over 160 years old, no longer young. Without the male insect's spiritual comfort, she can only live for another ten years or so at most.

He has fought for male insects his whole life, and even today he will fight to the last moment for the supreme rights of male insects.

He sneered at the clown-like female insect. After all, she was a student he had taught before, so he was willing to say a few more words.

"Della, how have you been?"

"Not bad. Without the male insects' exploitation, life is much better than before."

"It's utterly ridiculous that female insects can't live without male insects; this is something the insect god tacitly approves of."

"Barlow, you really should take a look at Lonkoda's new law, which grants male and female insects equal rights!"

"Equal rights? Naïve. The countless female insects and the few male insects that can be counted on one's fingers are destined to be unequal."

Della, however, disagreed: "Barlow, your thinking is still so extreme. The old system you believe in is outdated!"

"What's the difference between your current behavior and your past behavior? It's just that the positions of male and female have been reversed. If we let you continue to act willfully, I'm afraid that the far north will no longer exist in a hundred years!"

"You're wrong. The current situation is only temporary. These male insects have been instilled with all sorts of distorted beliefs since birth. They are arrogant and conceited, indulging in luxury and debauchery for decades or even centuries. They can't even feel the pain of the female insects and take everything for granted."

If they hadn't experienced it firsthand, how could they truly empathize with them, and how could they understand how terribly wrong their actions were?

As the Zerg continent has developed to this point, Morbis has long since achieved this: male Zerg are noble, but they also need to contribute to social production, rather than being a vicious parasite, waving a whip and swaggering around at home.

What Longkoda needs is new life, not endless suffering. This applies to male insects and even more so to female insects. No destruction, no construction. You understand this principle better than I do.

Female insects are willing to protect male insects, provided that the males are worthy of being protected.

Barlow was clearly uninterested in their theory: "Yalta wishes all the male Zerg on the Zerg continent would die out, what nonsense is he spouting!"

Upon hearing Yalta's name, Dela's expression suddenly turned serious, and her voice became extremely cold: "He has never been the kind of worm you see. Don't judge him with your self-righteousness."

Despite bearing a deep-seated hatred, the female insect still agreed to implement the male insect protection law, fully deserving the title of 'leader'.

He had done his best for Longkoda and for the male insect.