Chapter 3 The Tall Man's Trembling
——The Shell Spider Prince.
The High Commander who rules the entire Zewo Waste Valley.
The nearby beetle family and branch insect tribes all obey its orders.
"I told you not to go that way, but you insisted on going in because you said you had some clues!"
"If I had been a step later, you would have been eaten!"
"It won't eat me." Ai Zhe panted, frowning and staring at the ground.
Although his body was still covered in the slime left by the Insect King, which was sticky and disgusting, he was telling the truth.
"It...it said it wanted me to be its princess."
After saying that, Ai Zhe spat to the side in disgust, of course he was just spitting out air.
This would ease his nausea a little.
It makes me scared just thinking about it.
"This male insect likes males."
"What a weird quirk." Northen took a breath. No wonder the atmosphere was so wrong just now...
This bug has a weird quirk... the stronger the creatures, the more it likes them...
Although... Ai Zhe is so handsome...
But this bastard's deeds are absolutely unacceptable.
At the frontline warrior fighting competition, this guy defeated me and injured me with a magnetic knife.
He looked smug and guiltless, holding his head high and saying coldly:
"It's just a skin wound for a man."
"You are too weak."
So arrogant that it makes people's teeth itch.
At that time, Northen was gasping for breath, covering his bleeding arm, and staring angrily at Aizhe who attacked him without mercy.
When Mingming first entered the camp, he admired Ai Zhe very much because he was a tall, handsome and powerful senior.
Now, after doing all the bad things, he was caught by the bugs and humiliated.
It’s not that I don’t want to take revenge, it’s just that the time has not come yet.
Although the man didn't do anything harmful, he just "bullied" himself in the legion for no reason.
The man looked somewhat fragile at this moment, as if after being rescued, he was still trapped in the darkness.
The trauma is severe and I can't extricate myself.
He would tremble and grab his arms with both hands, as if instinctively wanting to hug himself tightly.
Short black hair, deep eyebrows, straight nose and neat jawline.
There are also dark and melancholy eyes, looking ahead, with a hint of blue in the dark gray.
That three-dimensional and handsome face was inconsistent with his usual behavior and temper that was as hard as a rock.
Northam reached out to pull him, and his broad shoulders and exposed chest muscles, with scratches and mud on them, were particularly conspicuous.
He seemed a little unsteady, so he quickly reached out his hand.
As a teammate, I wanted to symbolically help him, but he immediately pushed me away.
I shouldn't have tried so hard to find him!
An enemy is an enemy and cannot become a comrade-in-arms!
Noson was angry in his heart.
"Dead thing."
When he was pulled, the embarrassed man's eyes swept over like a knife, with a look of defiance and stubbornness.
There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, which he hid very tightly, for fear that Northen would see it.
Ai Zhe is not very old.
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Both belong to the Zeta defense organization.
It is a military alliance spontaneously formed by humans in regions to resist alien invasions in the end times.
The organization consists of camps, front-line legions and factories.
Although they had been attacked by the Zerg before, humans still rebuilt a solid defense line from the ruins.
Northen is the son of the head of the Zeta Joint Defense Organization's Combat Readiness Integration Department.
In a sense, his father was one of the highest commanding ranks.
And this also happened to be the reason why Ai Zhe was hostile to him in the beginning.
Northen had been in charge of the research and development of thermal weapons in the camp.
Later, he witnessed with his own eyes the heroic appearance of the frontline soldiers killing insect beasts.
Half a year ago, he temporarily applied to transfer to the Zeta Seventh Legion. During this time, he trained hard and did not give up his research on thermal energy weapons.
He also qualified to become a frontline soldier, vowing to protect the people in the camp.
But Ai Zhe always believed that he was parachuted into the army through connections.
Ai Zhe is one of the leaders of the Zeta Legion's frontline fighters.
He is still young, and it can be said that he is in the peak stage together with Northam.
But in terms of legion seniority, Ai Zhe was indeed his senior. On the first day that Northen joined the legion and became a full member of the frontline vanguard squad, Ai Zhe gave him a cold shoulder and embarrassment.
"For those of you with connections, I'm telling you, don't expect to be able to get ahead by relying on your connections."
The magnetic blade was pressed arrogantly against his chest, shocking him and forcing him back.
What a warning and a show of force.
A group of tough, tall frontline warriors gathered together to surround Northen.
The most conspicuous and imposing one among them is Ai Zhe.
Dark grey eyes, sharp, shaggy hair, and a three-dimensional silhouette.
Coupled with the soldier's tall stature and his position as deputy captain of the front-line vanguard team, he is particularly imposing.
Northen, who had heard of Aizhe's deeds and admired him very much, wanted to make friends with him.
However, he was humiliated in public by several frontline soldiers led by Ai Zhe.
"Go ahead and tell your father. It's not as easy as you think for a soldier on the front line."
As he spoke, he pressed down with the magnetic knife, forcing him to retreat half a step.
That day, Northam, who had just joined the legion and was full of fighting spirit, had tears in his eyes.
But he didn't tell his father.
From then on, he hated this guy Ai Zhe.
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Now, this guy was sitting in the medical area of the camp with his eyes out of focus.
The Ministry of Science and Technology also came to investigate this mission together.
"Aizhe, are you saying... that the male Shell Spider King wants you to be his mate?"
Ai Zhe's eyes were melancholy, as if he had experienced a shock that had left him mentally broken, and he nodded.
The people from the Ministry of Science and Technology shook their heads in disbelief.
"You've been trapped in the hive for five days. We're not sure if you have any other health problems yet. We need to continue observing you. Please stay here for another afternoon."
"Please lie down on the test bench and we'll examine you again."
Ai Zhe's eyes were empty, as if he had suffered a serious blow, and his once bold and confident look had dimmed.
Hearing noises, he might even get scared.
Currently, the camp is arranging a special team to study the stinging hair that Ai Zhe brought back, as well as some of his body's reactions, in order to obtain some clues about this Shell Spider King.
Northen walked up to Aizhe and stared at him, looking down at him from above.
Throw him a soothing calming drink and a small packet of energy candy.
"If you need it, I'll find you a psychiatrist later."
That scene was truly shocking. The man was naked, being restrained by the Insect King...
The scene was weird, awkward, and filled with an indescribable sticky smell.
He grabbed the drink and took a sip in anger.
"Hey, get up and come with me to the command center. We need to cancel the mission."
Northen asked Aizhe to get up, but Aizhe was shaking and seemed to have a sequelae of stress reaction.
Noson probably knew that he needed to forcibly pull Aizhe up, so he reached out and pulled him.
This time Ai Zhe cooperated, and the command center urged them to go over and report the mission results in person.
As a result, as soon as he stood up, Ai Zhe lost his balance and fell on Northen.
The two bodies collided, heavy and direct.
Northen instinctively reached out to support him, but his palm accidentally touched the hot waistline.
Ai Zhe shuddered.
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