Chapter 23: Strategy for Purification If you get caught, you're dead...

[Ding! Survivor Gu Zheyue——

Experience +1; Follower +1; Admirer +1; Soulmate +1...]

030 took in the constantly updated information with a dull look on his face, and his entire intelligent brain was almost freezing.

The increase in experience points is understandable, after all, it's because the pirates were eliminated, but why did the values ​​of followers, admirers, and soulmates increase? Was there a bug in the judgment program?

The system was going crazy as it watched the host pluck out the only remaining eyeball from the female insect's corpse.

This mysterious sphere appeared red in color between the fingers, like a burning flame, and it flashed a strange and creepy luster under the refraction of the surrounding fluorescent light.

Gu Zheyue was as if she had finally found a toy she had been longing for. She exclaimed in amazement, "Is this the compound eye of the Zerg? It looks really special."

The guide then completely ignored the little jellyfish's protests and draped the bead within his soft spiritual tentacles, looking like a shy teenager receiving a love letter. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he said with considerable amusement, "This is my first trophy from this other world."

"ah--"

A sound of extreme terror suddenly exploded in the silent carriage, like a sharp awl piercing straight into the eardrums of every insect.

"Monster!"

You Chong let out a short, shrill scream, clearly overwhelmed by the bizarre scene before him. His body began to flee frantically, uncontrollably, and in extreme fear, he lost his way and suddenly crashed into the car window.

With a "crash", the poor creature fell out and instantly became silent in the interstellar turbulence, leaving only endless deathly silence spreading in the air.

The remaining insects were almost pushed to the brink of mental breakdown. They stared at Gu Zheyue with even more horrified and fearful eyes than before, as if they were looking at an unknown and terrifying creature.

In a split second, a female insect in its prime was casually killed without warning. While the pirates' previous methods had been brutal, they were still within the bounds of survival logic in this ruthless universe, where the strong preyed on the weak. However, this bizarre and absurd incident clearly went far beyond the bounds of normalcy.

"Exposed..." Looking at those fearful and rejecting eyes, Gu Zheyue touched his cheek and muttered to himself in distress, "Then I might as well just get rid of it all..."

His expression was as if he was thinking about a small problem that was a bit troublesome but had to be solved. His calmness made Chong feel even more creepy.

[Please don't say such horrible words with such a kind expression! Host, we want to be Dragon Aotian! Not a murderer!] The system shouted anxiously in fear, its voice trembling.

"I took action because I sensed your will. If I weren't there, they would have died just the same."

Gu Zheyue explained seriously, his eyes devoid of any hint of joking or humor, as if everything he did was sincerely following some principle of justice:

"Besides, the Zerg are not human either. Now it seems that they clearly want to get rid of me."

[But, but...] The system wanted to argue something, but was blocked by the host's weird logic. It was anxiously thinking about it in Gu Zheyue's mind, but for a moment it couldn't find the right words.

"Okay, okay, it's okay for me to tamper with their consciousness, right?"

Gu Zheyue waved his hand very understandingly, with a hint of childishness on his face.

He glanced at the still-breathing corpse on the ground with a smile, and said with a hint of pity, "As for the final outcome...it depends on their own choice."

What choice? The system just breathed a sigh of relief, but then its heart jumped into its throat. It was becoming increasingly confused.

Gu Zheyue did not answer any more, but controlled his spiritual body precisely. Those tentacles were like extremely sharp scalpels, piercing into the subconscious of every witness simply and clearly.

He then turned around, and with an expectant look on his face, he carefully searched for the remaining pirates in his mental image: "Strategy, purification..."

…

At the same time, in the luxury carriage of train GZ673.

"Your Excellency...Mr. Miller..."

The female soldier's abdomen was like a bellows full of holes, and the sound it made was weak and broken. But that half of her body, which was already broken beyond recognition, carried her last will as she crawled inch by inch with difficulty towards the direction where the male insect was being held hostage.

"No!" Damien let out a cry like tearing cloth.

The female insect seemed to be overwhelmed by this intense emotion, and the remaining self-healing energy within her body began to circulate frantically. Her newly born wings, though tender, were still engorged with blood and hardened, a desperate attempt to find a last glimmer of hope, but it was clear that nothing could be done.

"Tsk tsk, what a deep love between master and servant. Your noble sir would cry for the female insect? Or - are you regretting your current situation?" The space pirate pinched the male insect's tail hook tightly, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes.

He surveyed the miserable body of the military female, then sneered coldly, "You truly deserve it. If his wing membrane hadn't been damaged, I wouldn't have been able to succeed so easily."

"I...I just..."

Damien's head began to throb violently again, as if countless needles were throbbing frantically inside his skull. The male insect pheromones in his body were being ruthlessly devoured and stripped away, yet his consciousness gradually became clearer amidst this agony, as if he had struggled out of a chaotic fog.

"Alright," the pirate was clearly not interested in hearing his confession. He bit the male insect's neck and violently knocked him unconscious. Then he said maliciously, "Come visit the Locust Plague, sir!"

"Master..." The female soldier's gaze was like a spark in the ashes, fixed fixedly on the direction Damien was being dragged away. His eyes nearly ripped open with despair, but the blood coursing through his body had already drained away, like a dried-up river, no longer able to fuel his life.

Before dying, his vision was suddenly shrouded by a hazy mist. It was a clean, translucent blue, like a dream. In a trance, at the end of her life, the female insect mistakenly believed that she had returned to the embrace of the insect god, and achieved the peace and tranquility that all insects dream of.

"You seem to be dying, can you give me your wings..."

Whose voice is this?

The soldier, teetering on the brink of death, was no longer able to distinguish himself. His spirit was about to be swallowed by the abyss at any moment. The only thing he remembered was the obsession that was engraved in his heart: "Save... Damien Miller..."

His consciousness gradually faded away, and only this thought remained in his mind.

"If you save him, can you send me away... on a voluntary basis..." The gentle voice continued to ask slowly.

"Save..." Damien Miller...

The life of the female soldier was like a burnt-out candle, slowly going out in convulsions. The pair of tender wing membranes finally froze in a deformed and twisted shape, announcing the end of life in a weird and desperate posture.

But at this moment his heart reached an unprecedented peace and relaxation, as if all the pain and troubles had disappeared with the passing of life.

Gu Zheyue froze in place, staring blankly at the gradually dying corpse, his eyes filled with bewilderment. Then, as if suddenly awakened from a dream, he slowly covered his face with his hands.

The little jellyfish's trembling spiritual tentacles were like gentle feathers, gently brushing against the female insect's gradually growing cold body, and a drop of crystal tear slipped quietly from under his palm like a pearl.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the Son of Compassion, carrying endless pain and regret. Sorrow spread from his body like a tide, tinging the air around him with a layer of sadness.

The system was somewhat baffled, but He hesitated for a moment before softly comforting him in his mind: [Host, you've done your best... Don't cry...]

"Woo woo, my big wings..."

Gu Zheyue stared at the corpse on the ground through the gaps in his palms, his face full of regret for Wing Membrane.

【……】

[Hurry up! If you get caught, you're dead!]

"oh……"

…

The shattered corridor was covered with traces of tragedy, with broken limbs and arms scattered everywhere like discarded old parts. Turbid tissue fluid gathered on the ground to form dark brown lakes, and the whole space was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

At this time, only half a month had passed since Train GZ673 issued the attack alarm.

Amidst the devastation, the few relatively intact bodies of the pirates stood out. Even more bizarre was their surprisingly peaceful expressions, each wearing a serene smile, as if they had simply fallen into a sweet dream on an ordinary night. This slumber formed a stark and absurd contrast with the tragic scene around them.

Artemantis Hall crouched down to examine them for a moment, then concluded in a calm, almost indifferent tone, "All of them died from the mental attacks of high-level male insects."

"Excuse me for reminding you, Director Hall. Sir Damien Miller is not a high-level male insect. Since the birth of the hive, I have never heard of a male insect with such strong lethality..."

The special envoy instinctively spoke to defend the male insect, but when he raised his head and his eyes met Artemanthys's cold gaze, his voice became increasingly quiet, and his tone changed from the initial strong tone to a trembling suggestion, just like a weak larva that was timid in the face of a powerful superior.

At the same time, beads of cold sweat began to appear on the female insect's forehead. The sweat slowly slid down her cheeks in a somewhat embarrassing manner, and finally dripped onto the blood-stained ground.

He saw Artemantis turn her head, her emerald green eyes like gorgeous aurora, emitting a psychedelic and dangerous color.

The other person's gaze moved inch by inch as if it were a real thing, like some kind of poisonous cold-blooded animal crawling in a winding manner until it stopped on his eyes.

This gorgeous military female spoke word by word with great emphasis:

"I never lie."