Chapter 126: Ebony Agarwood "Ceri...
The snow-white carpet absorbed the light from the crystal chandelier.
The male insect lowered his eyes and kissed the large patch of gray-white skin on Atalan's arm.
His movements were gentle and reverent, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
Xirui really has a romantic and affectionate face. When his eyebrows are lowered, he seems to be full of affection. Every subtle expression can easily touch people's hearts.
His black hair fell slightly, covering part of his face, but it could not hide his eyes that were like the mythical black sun, deep and blazing.
Just like back then.
Breathtaking and captivating.
That year, when Cerie appeared in front of Atalan, it was one of the few times when Atalan was in the most embarrassing situation.
After Atalan was ambushed, he lost contact with the main force, and the remaining team fought desperately to protect him as he escaped.
He landed alone on the most barren planet, surrounded by desolate land and endless forests without sunlight, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
Wounded, entangled in poisonous vines, and stuck in the mud, Atalan was unable to move.
Blood oozed from the wound, mixed with mud, and stained his simple military uniform.
His breathing was heavy and ragged, each breath sapping what little strength Atalan had left.
——At that time, Atalan really thought he was going to die.
Such a desperate situation.
How could he possibly survive?
Water, food, and resources are secondary. The most important thing is that Atalan's body is already at the end of its strength.
That's when Cerie showed up.
The male insect suddenly appeared in his sight, like a phantom walking out of the wilderness, with a sense of unreality.
The male insect's black hair lifted slightly in the wind, his eyes were as deep as the night sky, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. He seemed to find everything in front of him very interesting, purely out of curiosity.
Atalan could tell at first sight that Cerie was a male.
He was the male insect he hated the most.
What is a male insect?
Atalan has always known that male insects are synonymous with cruelty, viciousness, and selfishness.
His maternal father was a nobleman from a small planet, and when he was a child, Atalan also lived a noble life.
Until his male father beat his female father to death - what was the reason? No reason was needed. Male insects were born noble and superior, and they could oppress female insects for any reason.
So, when he saw Cerie suddenly appear, Atalan's eyes were full of vigilance and disgust, his fingers unconsciously clenched, and his fingertips dug deep into his palms.
However, at that time, his body was no longer able to struggle, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.
Cerie just walked up to him and squatted down.
"Hi, do you need any help?"
The male insect's voice was low and lazy, as if he was asking casually.
Cerie finally saved Atalan—if she had forcibly taken his gun, if she had forcibly pulled him out of the predicament, an act that could almost be called kidnapping could be considered “saving”.
For Atalan, the word "male insect" is his least favorite word.
Male insects are naturally favored by laws and resources, and all brutal, predatory, and disrespectful behaviors are allowed and even praised.
Why?
Atalan had some very extreme thoughts:
If the price of the Zerg's reproduction requires the wailing of countless lives as a ladder, then it would be better to let the Zerg's number decrease sharply, shrink, or even become extinct - it is better than exchanging the dignity of the entire race for reproduction.
The long-lasting resentment took root in his heart. He admitted his hatred and his disgust, but individual will could not go far. Atalan later drifted to a poor planet and witnessed too much suffering.
It is not just the oppression brought about by gender, but more importantly, the high concentration of resources and the closure of upward channels.
Thirty-seven galaxies, a full thirty galaxies are caught in extreme resource imbalance, with plunder, oppression, and countless bloodshed.
Black market transactions will never stop, and poor lives are destined to become commodities from the moment they are born.
Underground boxing rings, casinos, mercenaries, various assassinations, and all kinds of brutal acts.
Tearing apart the highly developed Zerg civilization reveals their bloody bestial nature.
When Atalan saw too many lives wailing, Atalan became more and more clear about what he wanted to do.
Clear and resolute.
He was going to do the most unconventional thing.
He wants to rewrite the rules of this world.
At that time, Atalan was only twenty years old, at the peak of his youth and vigor, and at the most unbridled and arrogant.
He has countless ambitions and he has countless energy and passion.
He has not yet tasted loss, nor is he accustomed to separation.
Atalan has extremely high talent and strong leadership. He is a natural superior and a natural rebel.
——The more you oppress him, the more unwilling he becomes. His bones can be broken, but they will never bend.
One call and a hundred responses.
Thousands of troops rose from the Poor Planet along with the Golden Iris.
The warship is engraved with the iris logo, and golden irises will bloom wherever the golden battle flag passes.
In battle after battle, the land beneath the feet of the Golden Iris has been stained with blood.
Explosions, gunshots, and smoke.
A mountain of corpses.
Countless female insects gave their lives to Atalan because Atalan was their king and because the Golden Iris was the highest respect in their hearts.
Atalan accepted their passion, their hatred, and was even willing to accept their pain.
Countless Zergs joined, and countless Zergs died.
This is war.
War is bloody and the cruelest politics.
As the team continued to expand, Atalan was betrayed by his trusted deputy leader.
The deputy leader has followed Atalan since the beginning. The most painful stab is always from the one you trust the most.
He lost contact and even watched his subordinates die one after another in order to protect him.
Atalan survived.
Yes, he had to survive, he had to survive.
Because he is Atalan, because he is the symbol of the golden iris.
The burden he carries will only become heavier.
But how long can this war last? Can it really be won? Is what he insists on really right? How many Zerg lives has this war claimed, how much desolate land has it destroyed?
——No one has ever succeeded in doing something, so how can he succeed?
What will the future hold? What is the path forward?
Atalan is the chief, the leader, the golden iris that is unique among all.
He cannot hesitate, cannot pause, cannot stop, he must always be firm and ruthless.
But, after all, it is flesh and blood.
Atalan would also feel tired.
In the dark tree hole, the male insect did not touch Atalan - at least he had no intention of playing with him - instead, he found a pile of herbs that looked broken and pitiful.
The male insect said his name was Cerie.
The male insect has a pair of extremely passionate eyes - but they are very clean, like the purest obsidian.
Atalan paused and told the male insect that his name was "Lanta".
When he was a child, his dam would gently call him by this nickname.
Later, the regular army found the place and almost blew up the entire planet in order to kill him.
Cerie joked that she had picked up a big trouble, but at the same time she managed to avoid the regular army with the seriously injured Atalan.
——With ease.
This male insect seemed to be born for the battlefield.
It was then that Attaran realized that Cerie was so good at using a gun.
Even if he is holding him in his arms, he can still hold the gun with one hand, and even hold a sniper rifle.
Generally speaking, without a scope, it is difficult for a sniper to focus on the target at a distance of 800 meters.
But Cerie was not only able to protect Atalan, but was even able to hit the regular army a thousand meters high in such strong winds with just her naked eyes without any assistance or scope.
Cerie even snatched that sniper rifle from some unlucky regular soldier.
While Cerie was taking Atalan to hide and recuperate, Atalan's view of the "male insect" group changed a little - at least, a living exception had appeared in front of him.
Cerie is strong, careful, and may seem nonchalant, but she is actually very reliable.
So, falling in love with Cerie is actually as simple as breathing.
Attaran didn't know exactly when he fell in love with Cerie.
Perhaps one night, they hid in a very simple hotel, squeezing into one room and one bed.
Attaran first asked Cerie:
“If you were to do something completely absurd and unconventional, do you think you would succeed?”
In the darkness, I could hardly see the expression of the male insect next to me, but I could feel the constant warmth coming through my clothes.
What did Cerie say at that time?
——"Since I have decided on something, I must do it. Even if the king of heaven comes, he has to make way for me."
Too arrogant.
Attaran really felt that Cerie had the arrogance of a genius in her bones.
Extremely arrogant and extremely confident.
But Cerie happened to have extremely strong abilities and high psychological qualities, as if any difficulties before him were nothing more than a snap of the fingers and not worth mentioning.
Cerie's expression, tone, and ability made Attaran calm down involuntarily.
That night, he seemed to see the path ahead a little more clearly.
——No, it was his heart that became more determined.
Amidst the bloody storm, the golden iris swayed in the wind and rain, its petals stained with blood.
The cruelty and ruthlessness of war are unquestionable.
The golden petals looked particularly dazzling under the gray sky, igniting a cluster of faint flames in the darkness, flashing extremely bright light.
Its roots cling to the strong ebony tree.
The trunk of the ebony tree is steady and heavy, like the power growing from deep within the earth.
The roots of the golden iris tightly wrapped around the trunk of the ebony tree, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.
The bloody storm is still raging, but the golden iris in the wind and rain is no longer alone.
He no longer has to force himself, and he is allowed to be weak at times.
When he has no strength, Cerie will support him generously.
Even during the most difficult days and the most arduous period, Atalan still slept beside Cerie.
like,
It's something very ethereal and vague.
It can't be seen or touched, but it is this illusory love that makes Atalan wait willingly for twenty-five years.
Until now, Cerie is back.
But Atalan is no longer young.
He no longer has the beauty and energy he once had. What remains in him is the bitterness of the years and the weariness of a high position.
How hot Cerie's kiss was.
The pheromones of ebony agarwood seem to flow out slowly from the depths of distant time, carrying the precipitation of years and the warmth of memory.
Countless nights of sleeping in each other's arms, even in simple conditions, even in dangerous environments, Atalan always felt at ease as long as he smelled this scent - as if... even if the sky fell, it would not be a big deal.
The fragrance is deep and heavy, as if it can penetrate everything and reach the deepest part of people's hearts. It is calm and warm, with a unique wildness and mystery.
Take Atalan back to the past that was once full of trust and dependence.
The depth of ebony and the warmth of agarwood are intertwined, like a flame in the dark night and a mist in the morning light, with an almost fatal attraction.
Atalan's breathing hitched slightly.
Back then, the love that Atalan kept deep in his heart was never spoken out.
The most intimate action between them is just hugging each other.
But what about now?
This is a kiss.
This was a kiss that was enough to break the boundaries between close friends.
The male insect's pheromones were released silently, and the scent of ebony agarwood became stronger and more firm, unquestionable.
The scent of ebony and agarwood silently enveloped Atalan, with a deep and heavy power, as if to melt all the pain and struggle into this fragrance.
"Ranta."
Xirui's fingers tightly grasped Atalan's wrist, and the warmth of his fingertips came through the cold skin. His breath was warm and heavy, like an invisible flame, constantly spraying on Atalan's arm and climbing up, with an almost aggressive tenderness.
The male insect's kiss started from the wrist, falling gently, like a feather brushing, but with a weight that could not be ignored.
The kiss slowly moved up the forearm, brushing across the gray, terrifying skin. Every inch of the touch was gentle and delicate.
Very affectionate.
Xirui's lips finally stopped on Atalan's arm, gently touching the pale and thin skin.
The cuffs of the emperor's robe were slightly opened, revealing the inviolable vulnerability hidden under the gorgeous robe.
The kiss was like a silent vow, as if to melt all the pain and struggle in this touch.
"Cerie, what are you...going to do?"
His long golden eyelashes trembled slightly, and Atalan's breathing was heavy and disordered, and every breath consumed his remaining endurance.
He is restraining his love, he is restraining his madness.
During these twenty-five years, love has been twisted and brewed, but in the end, it chose to be hidden so that its ugly appearance would not be discovered.
There was a struggle in Atalan's eyes, hesitating, yet silently accepting.
No matter what Cerie gives, whether it is Ranta in the past or Atalan now - they will actually accept it.
Be it pain, honey, or poison.
He will accept it all.
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