Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Zao Zao is my cub
Frey thought these guys were crazy.
In particular, there was one who grabbed both sides of the crown with both hands and pulled it hard, causing him to gasp and almost faint.
...No, that's your mental power! It represents your brain! Unless you deliberately condense it, only you can touch the most important symbol of the Crown Family. Are you really going to pull it down?
Good guy, you can’t be touched by others, so you defend yourself but not others, right? ? ?
"Ouch?"
what are they doing?
Little Chuzao sat upright in Frey's arms, listening to a group of strange and distorted voices behind him.
The little cub is very curious at this age, and he tilted his head carefully to look over here.
Frey twitched the corners of his lips, unable to say that they were trying to tear his brain off.
This is outrageous. Extremely outrageous!
Especially the little guy in his arms followed suit, and was a little confused as to why they couldn't pull it down. He grabbed his own little halo with his two paws, and pulled it down again with a biu. He held it in his arms and then lifted it up high - see, Algae's can be pulled down.
Zao Zao is a little angel, her halo can hit people!
Frey, who was holding little Chuzao, felt his head aching.
Whether looking ahead or behind, Frey felt that this was not what he should experience.
A bit abstract.
Especially since he didn't dare to move at this moment.
This little ball is too small, only the size of two palms, and as soft as a newborn baby. I always feel like if I don't handle it properly, I could easily hurt him.
So Frey had no choice but to remain stiff in this posture.
Now, none of the powerful crown clans left in Saint Cass have ever taken care of a soft and cute little cub. They seem extremely unfamiliar and blind.
They are better at expanding their territory and finding other fun things to do within a limited time.
It was as if they were now forcibly pulling at their 'old friends' who had been with them for hundreds of years.
Then they finally accepted the outrageous setting that only Xiao Chuzao could take off the halo, and they touched their own halos, not knowing what they were thinking.
It's just that these halos that were being pulled desperately seemed to be much dimmer, as if there were countless "fucks" to be told.
Anya was left at the end of the team. He did not follow others to grab the halo. He still maintained his suspicion towards Xiao Chuzao.
Even though little Chuzao is the youngest of their Dwight family.
Anya looked at the little furry ball and couldn't help frowning.
After a moment, he looked away.
He thought to himself - he would not be like the crown clans of the past who had protecting their cubs engraved in their instinct.
It's a new era now!
And now inside the house.
The furious Meren was suppressed by Amos.
Amos looked into Melen's crimson, crazy eyes with cold eyes.
Their crown halos collided violently, and Amos's powerful mental strength forced Meren to the ground.
Amos knelt on one knee, the metal chains on his black military uniform shaking and flashing. He held down Melen's shoulders with one hand and grabbed his head with the other, pressing his head down hard. The floor cracked and his mental strength slowly ceased.
Melun's scarlet eyes, which had completely lost their rationality, were extremely crazy, and he let out an indistinct growl.
On top of his head, the crown that had already been shattered to only the basic halo remained slowly shattered again, like a burning ember turning into ashes in the air, and then slowly disappeared. When Meilun's spiritual power halo was completely hidden, he suddenly coughed, and his eyes gradually regained clarity.
"Alright... Your Majesty Amos."
His voice was a little weak, and his hands were tightly clasped on the ground. The solid material of the ground was covered with countless scratches and stained with blood. Meilun's hands were already a bloody mess.
"Uncle Meilun, are you awake?"
Amos spoke softly, with a calm gentleness, looking at this elder whose vitality was already counting down.
As an interstellar mythical race, the Crown Clan rarely reached the end of their lives before.
But now, they have learned to send off their suffering tribesmen in a calmer and gentler manner. This is also a torture for the living Crown Clan. After such torture again and again, and farewells that should not have happened again and again, they are almost numb.
"Yes, I am awake."
Meilun laughed in a low voice, but his mental power was rioting. The torture of the broken crown made his eyes red, and the whites of his eyes were completely bloodshot.
His posture was calm, but his smile gave people a sense of madness, like the sea surface before a storm, with undercurrents surging inside.
Amos helped Maylen sit up.
Meilun's mental state has become very abnormal.
He muttered to himself, staring at Amos.
"This is fate—"
"Your Majesty Amos, perhaps I should tell you as an elder - there is a voice in the universe that keeps reminding us that this is the fate of the Crown Family. There should be no myths in the interstellar space. Countless forces will target us... Whether it is people or disasters... This is fate..."
Amos wasn't interested.
But he still maintained the most basic respect for his dying tribesmen.
Melen looked at Amos's expression and smiled.
"Look at yourself, Your Majesty. I understand that you are trying to be humble to me. The arrogance and disbelief on your face are about to overflow. How rebellious you are... Well, of course I have to admit that this is the reason why you were able to ascend the throne in the first place."
"To be honest, I'm a little fed up with myself. I don't know when this crown will be completely broken. I originally thought I could endure the torture to the end, but now it seems that I was a little overconfident about my ability to endure... I even had hallucinations."
Meilun leaned against the wall, his snow-white hair reached his shoulders, disheveled and stained with blood and dust. His eyebrows were deep, and even in this miserable state he looked like a nobleman in distress.
"Hallucination?"
Amos finally spoke again. He stood up lazily, tilted his head and looked towards the door.
The strong storm of mental impact just now caused the door to open slightly, and Frey standing at the door could be vaguely seen.
"What do you mean?"
"Haha, Your Majesty, do you know what I felt before my mental power erupted? The presence of a cub!"
When Meilun said this, he laughed softly, his hoarse voice trembling slightly with pain.
After his mental power erupted and the crown was further shattered, he regarded everything that happened before as an illusion.
"I have seen a cub, but you, the last generation of the Crown Clan, don't remember much about your childhood, right? Not to mention seeing a cub—"
Meilun looked at Amos and said, "Of course, this is good. Compared with us in the past... you have no weaknesses, no soft spots, and can be said to be the strongest generation of the Crown Clan, Your Majesty Amos. But I am always thinking about you - before you came of age, before you had endured the pain of your crown being shattered due to the destruction of your habitat, you were still the warmth of little white balls one after another."
When each generation of the Crown Clan came to the end, the heritage and warmth were still retained in their memories, but by Amos' generation, everything was over.
The generation led by Amos is the strongest Crown Clan. Whether in terms of physical fitness or mental strength, the Crown Clan reached the peak in the last generation when their race was about to be destroyed.
But they are also different from the crown families that have passed away in the past. Is this fortunate or unfortunate?
Amos just looked at Meilun, and then he looked back at the door.
"If you mean cubs, I picked one up the other day."
Melun, who was feeling extremely sad:?
He stopped smiling and spoke without mercy.
"I think you are dreaming."
Amos's communicator buzzed.
There is a mechanical sound prompt inside.
"Your Majesty, the nutritious milk has been prepared according to the elements that the little prince's body lacks. It is warm. Please take the little prince to eat in time. This is the monitoring system. It detects that the little prince's data is below the standard. Please feed him carefully, otherwise the highest order of the Crown Clan will be automatically executed to reassign the guardian of the cub."
Melen: ...
Yes, because Chuzao's physical condition is so poor, he has not been well taken care of and his development is slow, so Amos, as his biological father, is still in the probation period.
Even though he is His Majesty Saint Cass, a member of the royal family of the Crown Clan, there is a set of procedures for protecting the cubs, which is based on all rights. This is enough to show how the Crown Clan protected their cubs in the past.
Although Amos couldn't quite understand the logic of this program yet, he still gracefully turned off the communicator.
"Then please continue? Zao Zao wants to drink milk."
Meilun:……???
Meilun looked as if he was choked.
No, wait a minute...wait a minute!!!
Meilun's eyes widened, and he no longer looked sad as before: "You said, you picked up a cub?!"
How is this possible? !
“Ouch~”
Beep?
Outside the door, there was a soft whimper of a baby, and the soft, baby voice came through the tiny crack in the door.
Meilun looked over immediately and saw a small white ball through the crack in the door.
Held in Frey's arms, he sat very upright in Frey's arms, as if waiting for something.
Little Chuzao was blinking her round amber eyes that were as sweet as honey.
The two furry little ears trembled as they listened carefully to the sound inside. They also poked their little heads out to look, and saw Meilun's scarlet eyes, the whites of which were completely filled with blood.
The little cub was startled and shrank back immediately.
No white group is seen now.
All that can be heard is the 'milk dragon roar': "Ouch!"
Is Ba Ba all right?
Meilun raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.
No, wait a minute, is this his illusion?
He seemed to see the small halo, but why did it feel like - the halo was not above the little cub's head?
Amos looked at the disheveled Meilun.
No matter how gentlemanly and image-conscious the crown family are when they enter this stage, they will basically not take care of themselves. They will completely give up on themselves, just holding on with energy, not wanting to understand themselves, waiting for the final tragic destruction.
Amos thought for a moment, looking at Maylen's trance.
"Uncle Meilun, maybe you could tidy yourself up and take a look at Zao Zao."
Amos said in a calm and peaceful manner: "Zao Zao is my cub."
Melan:?
He wanted to express that he didn't care that much and was not that anxious, so he curled the corners of his lips and looked at the crack in the door, where he could vaguely see a small tail wagging.
"Dear?"
Amos: “Dear.”
Meilun: ????
No, how can you pick up your own child? And your Majesty, what are you doing? Versailles? !
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