A faint fragrance, before they could even sniff it carefully, the strong and domineering smell of Boyce rushed into their nostrils. They frowned and were silent for a while, but the verbal conflict was not over yet.

——It wasn’t a quarrel, but it wasn’t friendly either.

"If it wasn't to facilitate their covert actions, why would they have established an egg brooding facility?" Alvin sneered. "Female Zerg aren't like male Zerg. They only care about pleasure, sowing seeds without caring for them. They say it's because the Zerg fertility rate is low, and they raise them collectively to protect the weaker larvae. But even with this, we haven't seen any decrease in the larval mortality rate."

He could not suppress the vicious anger in his words, and he even wanted to eat the male insect's flesh and drink its blood.

Allen and Colvin were speechless, their lips moved a few times, but they did not refute.

Elvis didn't share their deep hatred for male insects. He remained noncommittal about Alvin's words: "I've entered Allen's spiritual sea. The spiritual lock is indeed completely different from Allen's overall spiritual power, but his spiritual sea shows no signs of forced invasion."

Colvin ignited a glimmer of hope: "Maybe..."

"Why, you're so eager to defend the male insect." Alvin taunted.

"You! Alvin, don't go too far!" Colvin's face turned cold, with a hint of ferocity between his brows.

Alvin was stunned. He wiped his face and apologized, "Sorry, I lost control of my emotions."

Colvin's expression relaxed slightly. He knew that Alvin's female father and closest comrade had died at the hands of male insects, and he had extreme hostility towards male insects.

Ivis ignored the various emotions surging between them, and as if remembering something, he asked, "Do you have any history books here? I'd like to take a look."

Alvin stood up: "Yes, but not many. Most of us are female soldiers who were despised by male insects. Although we escaped after being exiled to the garbage planet, we didn't take many things with us. The books here were collected later." He explained in detail. Even though he was still angry just now, he still restrained all negative emotions at this moment, for fear of neglecting the beautiful female insect in front of him.

"I'll take you there."

Ives nodded in agreement.

What Alvin said was true. In the dimly lit cave, several rows of bookshelves were neatly arranged. It was obvious that the books were carefully kept, but the tattered covers and wrinkled pages silently told of their wornness.

"Only paper versions of history books are allowed. The books that can be viewed on the optical brain are all about combat and military affairs." Alvin explained helplessly.

Chapter 12

As the leader of the rebels, Alvin has many complicated things to do.

He could make time to meet Ivis, a man he had never heard of, whose name and origin he didn't know, more so because of the excited explanations Alan gave when he contacted them via the spacecraft communication on the way to planet S-359, and the special spiritual power of Ivis in his words.

But this does not mean that it was easy for him to set aside this time. He considered it for a long time before making up his mind.

Therefore, although every inch of his body was clamoring and longing to be by Elvis' side, he still had to leave quickly, considering the rebels' pile of complicated affairs, and become the backbone of his subordinates who were still waiting for him outside.

As soon as Alvin left, without him even having to close the door, the impatient tentacles rushed over and closed the door anxiously.

Elvis laughed.

"Don't like him?" The insect mother shook the injured finger. The tentacle hanging on it looked dazed and unconscious, drifting softly with the current, but in fact it was clamped tightly - with a force that would not hurt him but would not let go and be thrown away.

The jade-white palm with distinct joints is slender and powerful, as if the finest mutton-fat white jade has been carefully polished for decades by the hands of the most skilled craftsmen to produce such an exquisite work.

The hand shape is smooth, and every bend and turn is freehand and elegant, but not at all feminine, revealing the elegance and refinement of a masculine.

But that snow-white skin, with just one glance, was so delicate and soft, a delicate softness that came from careful care. Like the first handful of fresh snow in early winter, pure and flawless, it was captivating.

It was such a beautiful yet not weak hand that could make people feel thrilled at first sight. However, there was a twisted and ugly tentacle hanging from the snow-white fingertips, and the jade-white and delicate fingertips were hidden in the tentacle.

The contrast between the slender and tender flesh and the rough and dry flesh caught Boyce's eye at a glance. His pupils constricted, without any sense of shame. Instead, he looked contented and greedy, and was obviously very satisfied.

"I don't like any of them." His words became more fluent, although he still spoke one word at a time, but it was much better than his previous stumbling and intermittent speech.

"Ivis..." He whispered the word that was most familiar and engraved in his heart.

Elvis glanced at him. The anthropomorphic monster was obviously in a good mood, like a well-fed beast that had been rewarded by its mate, and was lazily licking its sharp claws.

All of Elvis' thoughts were scattered in his eyes that were so focused that he could not allow anything else to escape. He hooked his fingertips lightly, broke free from the cavity of the tentacle that was holding his fingertips, hesitated for a moment, narrowed his clear and deep blue eyes, and glanced at the bare ground.

Boyce knew his partner's character very well and immediately understood Ivis's idea. He obediently let the layers of tentacles extending from his back coil around his body and cover the small cave. Then he gently placed Ivis in the pile of tentacles and adjusted his posture so that he rested his head on the strong, tight and powerful thighs of the tall Zerg.

Elvis stretched out his hands, and a wriggling tentacle as thick as an adult man's waist slipped into his arms, its fine suction cups clinging to the plump, firm, and flexible chest through the soft fabric.

Holding the deliberately softened thick tentacles, Elvis breathed a sigh of satisfaction, squinting his eyes lazily, and the red blush at the corners of his eyes became more and more captivating. If he were on the streets of the human planet, he would definitely be the most charming and eye-catching man.

It’s a pity that all the scenery can only be taken in and savored by the tall Zerg holding treasures in the cave.

Only when the abominable monster was clearly sufficiently appeased did Ives glance at him. The tall Zerg lowered his head and carefully gathered the clothes on his partner's chest.

Elvis was dressed neatly, and the spiritual power that was leaked out was floating softly in the air, and the sweet scent that permeated the air was extremely alluring.

Boyce savored the lingering sweetness in the air, followed Ives's instructions, and manipulated the tentacles to move through the bookshelves for him.

After a quick glance, I found that the books on the several rows of bookshelves were not particularly many, but they were not a number that could be easily read either.

But among this pile of books, there are only a handful of history books.

Fortunately, he didn't hold out much hope in the first place. Even though he knew that nothing could be seen, Elvis didn't feel disappointed and asked Boyce to take down the book "A Brief History of the Zerg".

The book was in good condition, with no missing pages, and it looked quite sturdy. When he took it down with his tentacles and opened it, it didn't seem to be about to fall apart, which reassured Ives.

Tentacles as thick as fingers crawled around the text, picked up the book and held it at Elvis's eye level, with the function of turning pages.

Elvis scanned the text absentmindedly.

There are more and more interesting things.

Not only do they speak the same universal language here as in their universe, but they also use the same universal characters as in their time and space to record things.

…

The brief history of the Zerg begins thousands of years ago, and roughly tells how the male Zergs lead the female Zergs to build a beautiful home together, and how they fight bravely and win every time when fighting against alien beasts.

——There’s not much useful stuff, but there’s a lot of random nonsense.

What he said was so sincere and sounded like the truth. If Elvis had not read Eric's memories and knew the virtues of the male insects, he would have thought that the male insects were such pure and flawless holy insects.

The Zerg Mother was disgusted by the distorted Zerg History and sighed. She sincerely hoped that the Zerg here would not have anything to do with her Zerg.

——Although Elvis believes in the law of the jungle, he doesn't have any good feelings towards male insects who have no real ability but rely on female insects to dominate.

However, this brief history of the Zerg is not completely useless.

Feeling the thick tentacles in his arms twisting slightly, as if trying to get into his clothes, Elvis grabbed the tip and bit it as a punishment.

The tentacles that didn't hurt either stopped moving, and the tall Zerg let out a low, flattering hiss from its throat.

Elvis was too lazy to pay attention to the tall Zerg who refused to change his ways and continued to think about the information he had obtained.

The lifespan of the Zerg in this world is similar to that of humans in their world, ranging from 200 to 300 years. There are only four or five generations of Zerg in a thousand years.

The brief history of the Zerg begins thousands of years ago, but what about things even before that?

There are many things hidden.

Chapter 13

Ives directed Beuys to pick and choose, and then he glanced through the remaining history books, and then turned to the art books and other books.

Sure enough, as he expected, no matter what the label of the book was, the main content was different, but once it involved a thousand years ago, it was vaguely skipped.

Even several novels are set within this millennium.

Elvis didn't think that such a large Zerg race would only discover something as obvious as himself.

The males hold the power, and the females' silence doesn't mean they're fools. Why does Alvin doubt the existence of the mind lock?

Flipping through the book "Female Insect Code" in his hand with a dull look, Elvis sighed, but there was a bit of strangeness in his eyes.

"Ivis?" The tall Zerg touched the Zerg Queen's dazzling golden hair, his movements gentle and cherishing.

"I'm so annoyed!" Elvis rolled around on his husband's legs to express his dissatisfaction: "As expected, this