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

The days in Longkoda were as short as ever. The fine snowflakes turned into swirling goose feathers, instantly covering the entire world in white, as if to silently bury all evil.

The palace of Alitus was brightly lit, and the statue of the insect god stood silently, its lowered eyes appearing inexplicably sad in the light and shadow. Faced with the tragic situation before it, it seemed that even it sensed a trace of grief.

Tokar led a group of guards out of the dungeon and hurried toward the central square. As he walked, he removed his white gloves, which were soaked in crimson blood. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger and coldness.

Hearing the noise, Della straightened up from the ruins, his lips purple and face pale; such weather was a test for him.

He swayed uncontrollably, and was grabbed by Tokar, who rushed over, frowning: "What are you still here?"

Because she hadn't spoken for a long time, Della couldn't even make a sound at first. After clearing her throat forcefully, she said hoarsely, "Everything is in chaos. I have to help clean up the mess."

"With so many major generals and lieutenant generals here, what use is a cripple like you?"

Tokar looked at his face, which was whiter than paper, and was furious.

Della raised her hand and lightly punched him in the chest, warning him in a nonchalant tone, "Watch out or I'll kill you!"

"Enough with the nonsense, I'll handle this. You go back now."

Della shook his head, stiffly stretching out his two crippled legs. The joint was damp and sticky, and he gasped in pain.

Tokal could tell from his expression that things were definitely not good; his brows were furrowed in a knot: "Why did you have to do this...?"

Della glanced at him sideways and interrupted him coolly: "Tokar—"

Tokar sighed, knowing he couldn't persuade him otherwise, and leaned over to pat his own shoulder, preparing to act as a human crutch: "Come on, come on, your brother will protect you."

Della smiled, not standing on ceremony. She hooked her arm around the female insect's shoulder, leaning most of her body against her. Her legs felt much more comfortable. Turning her head, she asked, "How are those rebels doing?"

Tokar thought of the few traitorous insects from earlier, and a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes: "They're all dead."

Della exclaimed in surprise, "They're all dead so quickly?"

"They hid poison in their mouths and all hanged themselves."

"Did you get anything out of him?"

"No, that damned Balona made thorough preparations long ago. These insects were just recruited. Not to mention their lair, they don't even know which insects the Baoxiong Party has."

This was absolutely a premeditated and meticulously planned massacre of female insects; Barlow was demonstrating his power to Yalta through concrete actions.

He was undoubtedly successful.

Nearly 300,000 insect people attended the grand winter festival, but now only a little over 200,000 remain. Many of the female insects are even visiting the tribe's capital city for the first time, wearing what they consider to be their most expensive and beautiful clothes, bringing their entire families to celebrate the liberation of female insects and pray for blessings from their gods. Who would have thought that this one and only time would become forever?

What angered the insects even more was that, despite such extreme chaos, the number of male insects injured did not exceed the size of a hand, and all of them sustained minor injuries.

After a century of male tyranny, the burning passion in the female's heart had long since become numb from the daily desolation, but now it has reignited.

But this overwhelming anger was not because of foreign invasion, but because of his own brothers and sisters, which made him seem like a joke for no reason.

The implementation of the male insect protection law was already difficult, and now, with this new law, the opposition is bound to be even stronger. It is feared that the lives of male insects will become even more difficult in the future.

The rebirth that Longkoda longed for will seem even more distant now...

Because of his proximity to the Balo family, Della knew a certain amount about them. Since Balo, no other insectoids had emerged as outstanding as them, so he simply couldn't believe that military equipment like this could be produced without the support of other insectoids.

"Which nobles do you think are supporting them?"

"Who knows? The Bazeya family surrendered before the ceremony, and as far as I know, only Toslia remains neutral."

"Toslia?"

Tokar raised his chin and pointed to Nolan, who was helping to clear the ruins not far away: "The male insect that Yalta went to great lengths to bring back is the next heir of their family."

Dela's heart sank: "How is Yalta?"

"This is not good. The damaged area of ​​the wing is too large. The medical team is trying to find a solution."

Della touched his back, where there were now only two retractable mechanical openings. His wings had been severed along with the bones and were beyond repair.

"Was there any damage to the bones?"

"We'll know the specific results after the medical team conducts the tests."

"Yes, may the Insect God protect us. I hope everything is alright. Yalta is an S-class female insect with strong regenerative abilities. As long as her bones are still intact... there is still hope."

Even if the wing surface cannot be restored in the end, we can simply install an insect-made mechanical coating. As long as the musculoskeletal structure is still intact, it will not affect flight.

"I hope so."

Tokar shared the same concerns.

The king of Longkoda cannot be a female insect without wings, even if he was once an invincible legend with boundless glory.

Della didn't want to recall the scars of the past. She forced a breath and looked at the dark clouds churning like ghosts on the horizon: "A blizzard is coming."

Tokar looked over and saw several snow eagles circling low, their sharp cries echoing due to the strong, lingering smell of blood.

With a serious expression, he said, "Even the weather in Longkoda this year has been unusually strange. We can only clear the site in two hours at most. We must resettle the insect people as soon as possible."

Della squinted in the snowstorm, and the racial precepts passed down from her ancestors unexpectedly came to mind. She blurted out, in a low voice, like a spell: "The killing will never stop until everything is destroyed."

This simple sentence reveals the bloodlust and brutality inherent in the insect people of the far north, which will never be erased by times of peace and prosperity.

Tokar placed a crutch on the female insect's waist: "Hurry up and pack your things and go back. You've only had a few good days, and now it's time for fighting again."

"Damn it! I didn't cause any trouble, why are you hitting me! If you're so capable, go and catch Barlow and tear him to pieces!!"

Tokar sneered, "That was bound to happen sooner or later. Alright, leave this to me, you can go back now."

Della limped forward a few steps. Around her were insectoids who were methodically cleaning up the mess. Some were dealing with the rubble, while others were piecing together the severed limbs to make it easier for their families to claim the remains.

His expression betrayed his deep sorrow: "How can we leave? We haven't even found all the remains of our loved ones yet, we can't leave..."

The howling north wind could not deter the determination of the Longkoda insect people at this moment.

Looking at the mess everywhere, Tokar said helplessly, "We have to leave whether we like it or not."

He casually wiped the blood off his palms on his pants and asked the patrolman next to him for a loudspeaker.

He found a large, protruding rock, stood on it, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fellow insect people, fellow insect people, please pay attention! I understand how you feel right now, and I know you are still immersed in grief. I am also deeply saddened by what happened today, but a blizzard is coming, and today's cleanup mission will be over soon. Please evacuate in an orderly manner."

The insects that had been burying their heads raised their heads, their eyebrows covered in snow, their long hair frozen, not to mention their hands, their skin torn and bloodless, and they all refused when they heard Tokar's words.

"After the blizzard, no remains were found. These were our compatriots. Are we just going to abandon them?"

"Give us a little more time, at most an hour. There are plenty of bugs anyway, can we evacuate in batches?"

"Yes, those who can't handle it should go back first, those who still have the energy should keep going. My relatives and friends... I haven't found any of my relatives and friends yet. Let me keep looking, keep looking, and bring them back..."

"I still have plenty of energy; I can't let them stay here all alone!"

Tokar stared at the pathetic female insects, gritted his teeth, and gripped his trumpet, wishing he could drag Balo out on the spot and have him torn to pieces!

He continued, "Please leave the rest of the work to the soldiers. I guarantee that all the soldiers here will hold out until the very last moment of the blizzard. What you need now is rest. Please start your evacuation from the eastern area and follow the patrolmen with red flags. They will arrange food and lodging for you."

"Wait a little longer, let the wounded go back first. I can still hold on. I will stay with all the soldiers to the very end!"

"Me too!"

"I can still hold on. If any insects are injured, go back and treat them as soon as possible, and leave this place to us!"

"Yes, everyone who should go back should go back!"

"What the hell is there to go back for! Stop dawdling and get to work! Every second counts! Dig as much as you can!"

The three female soldiers from the southwestern garrison who assisted in the battle were also present.

This statement was met with widespread approval.

"Exactly! Stop talking and get moving! The blizzard is still going on for at least another hour, more than enough time!"

"it is good!"

Tokar turned to look at Della, and the female insect shrugged helplessly, indicating that she had no choice. In the end, the two insects could only join in.

* *

The highest point of the Alitus Palace, which had rarely seen insects since Yalta moved there, is now teeming with them, layer upon layer, bustling about.

In the living room, a series of sharp and angry roars emanated from Yalta, who had already become half-insect.

Female insects are born with the ability to transform into insect form when they are seriously injured, using their indestructible armor to protect themselves.

He still retained a sliver of reason before being brought back, but the intense pain was relentless, ravaging every nerve and making it impossible for him to remain calm.

Despite numerous attempts, the medical team was unable to get even a fraction closer or force a breakthrough. Most of them were ordinary A/B grade, and provoking the S-grade female insect at this point would undoubtedly be suicidal, resulting in virtually no progress in treatment.

"Dr. Maris, the leader's condition is very bad. The resistance has caused secondary damage to its wings. If this continues, it may damage its apex!"

On the other side, the insect doctor who was recording and observing also rushed out: "The wound that was just healed by the medicine has torn open again due to the insect transformation upgrade. The blood flow is abnormal and may cause serious blood loss, which will accelerate the insect transformation!"

"Dr. Maris! The leader has begun to transform into a level four insect. We must think of a solution quickly, otherwise we little insects might be eaten by the leader as nourishment!"

Dr. Maris was a middle-aged female insect over a hundred years old. She wore a slovenly white coat and had messy short brown hair. After running around the room and carefully observing it, she asked the soldiers around her, "We will divide the sedative into twenty vials later. Please administer them remotely from these locations simultaneously."

The assistant doctors nearby immediately understood what was going on and began adjusting the dosage of the injection.

"Dr. Maris, we're ready!" He then handed the needles to the soldiers and said, "Everyone, be quick! Just one needle is enough!"

"clear."

The soldiers moved to the positions designated by the medic, raised their firing guns, and, following the command gesture, pulled the triggers.

Unexpectedly, the female insect was extremely vigilant, quickly spinning her body to knock all the syringes off, a move that clearly angered Yalta.

A tremendous roar echoed throughout the entire Chaka Mountains. The wings, now only bare skeletons, straightened instantly, and in the blink of an eye, the Imperial Guard was swept out of the gate by the swirling wind, including all the Healing Insects.

Outside the main palace, chaos reigned once again.

The assistant doctors scrambled to their feet, pacing anxiously around Maris: "If this continues, the leader will die!"

Yan Kai sat quietly on the steps by the door. After weeping, he felt extremely empty. When he heard Yi Chong's words, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He turned his head to listen carefully, and Yalta's roar gradually became low and muffled, as if it carried a hint of grievance.

That damned female insect...

It was just calling his name...

Yan Kai forced a smile and resignedly stood up.

"Give me the medicine."

Dr. Maris pushed up his glasses, as if to confirm, and after a moment, without saying a word, obediently handed over the needle.

He recognized the male insect; he had personally conducted the test before, mainly because it was the leader's male insect. The bond between an S-rank male and female was incomparable to that of ordinary levels.

Yan Kai pushed open the door and entered the main palace under the expectant gaze of the insects.

Yalta keenly sensed the familiar aura, let out two low howls, and miraculously remained motionless in the middle of the hall, merely curiously observing the insect that had entered.

Yan Kai said irritably, "What are you looking at?"

The female insect didn't react much, tilting her head with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't you keep yelling for me to come in, saying you wouldn't give me the shot if I didn't come in?"

Yan Kai looked up at Yalta, who was half human and half insect. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it looked like. Its upper body was human-like, but not entirely. As for its mouth... well, let's not talk about it.

Its lower body had many dragonfly legs, and it had four tattered wings on its back. Completely indescribable, I just pouted and said, "How can you be so ugly..."

Before he could finish speaking, a leg resembling that of an arthropod slammed into the ground in front of him with a thud, its sharp blade gleaming with a faint purple light.

Yan Kai took a few steps back: "Tsk—what kind of mess are you making of, and you're still being so fierce!"

The female insect took a few steps forward: "Roar—!!!!"

Seeing his half-dead state, Yan Kai lost his temper, took out a needle to press out the excess air, and cursed, "You motherfucker!"

Anyway, he can't talk back now.

Although the female insect couldn't speak, it still possessed a rebellious spirit: "Roar roar roar—"

"shut your mouth!"

The female insect paused, blinking innocently, clearly not understanding: "Hmm—"

Yan Kai felt a mix of emotions. He looked away and said softly, "Come over here for your injection."

"roar-?"

"I told you not to yell—"

Before the female insect could react, she pierced his thin leg with a needle.

Yalta, who fainted with his eyes rolled back: /(tot)/!!