Chapter 48 Is he a male? Walsh's appearance only changed the course of the battle...
Walsh's appearance only brought the battle to a standstill for a moment; almost immediately, the next wave of attacks followed.
Atia actually recognized the insect from the beginning. Although he regained some of his vision that night, he couldn't really see the insect's appearance because of his original eyes. However, its unique temperament and strange tone of voice were enough to leave a deep impression on him.
So almost instantly, he realized that this insect was the uncertainty on his path to revenge, not only because he had been completely suppressed that day and had no power to fight back, but also because he had never seen such a strange male insect before.
This worm might make him move faster, or it might block his path.
But this time, he would not allow any uncertain obstacles on this path, for it held not only the fate of his own insect, but also the fate of countless comrades.
This insect cannot be kept.
His attacks became increasingly fierce, almost abandoning all physical defense and turning everything into offense.
This tactic was very effective, and his knife finally left a mark on the black-haired monster, even though at the same time, he had more serious wounds on his body.
Or rather, it was a wound he deliberately inflicted. He remembered that when they first met, this strange insect kept talking about collectibles, collectibles, as if it cared a lot about his body, so he didn't mind taking advantage of that.
It proved to be very effective.
The thin red blade pierced his hand the instant it pierced the hand of the black-haired monster.
He was hurt.
Even if it's an exchange of injuries.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of a knife blade drawing blood from a toothache-inducing cavity.
At some point, the black-haired monster's smile disappeared, and its annoying teasing stopped.
The blade did not stop, but continued its trajectory as it was pulled out, aiming for the neck of the black-haired monster.
...
Since Palmer was never able to join the battle, his attention was always focused on Walsh.
Walsh wasn't on his deathbed as Walsh had imagined. On the contrary, the pent-up pain that had shrouded him for years seemed to have vanished. His eyes and brows were filled with an unprecedented ease, and his steps were no longer as heavy as before. What was going on? Was it a final burst of energy before death?
Walsh was somewhat bewildered, not understanding why insects were suddenly fighting at his door. Hearing the noise, he moved step by step to the door, trying to break up the fight.
He discovered that one of the insects was the black-haired doctor, who was also the insect that saved him. The other insect, although its face looked somewhat unfamiliar, had silver hair, a similar build, and the same attack method as the Legion Commander insect.
Both sides were important insects to him, especially the Legion Commander insect. Had a misunderstanding occurred during his unconsciousness? He anxiously tried to dissuade them, but the two insects didn't listen to him at all.
Only another slender female insect, dressed in a black stealth suit, stood not far away, watching him with shock in her eyes.
His face looked completely unfamiliar, but his eyes were very familiar.
"...Palmer?"
At the same time Walsh spoke, Palmer, who was unable to move, also spoke.
"Walsh? You're not dead?"
Palmer began to realize that the reality was somewhat different from what he had imagined, and he was so shocked that he almost murmured to himself.
"Didn't he...didn't he dissect your insect core?"
Could it be that he misunderstood? Did this insect simply have close contact with Walsh and thus acquire his scent?
Unexpectedly, Walsh slowly nodded, confirming his guess, "That is indeed my insect core."
Palmer's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He rarely lost his composure like this. Usually, in these situations, Rupert would be the one shocked, while he would be the one pulling Rupert back to calm down.
But he couldn't calm down today no matter what. He looked at Walsh, then at the pocket of the black-haired monster, and for a moment he didn't even know what to say.
After all, their common sense from childhood is that an insect will die immediately if it loses its core. The core is the insect's core, equivalent to its heart.
Faced with a friend who had lost his "heart" but still chatted and talked with him normally, he really didn't know how to not be shocked.
Walsh understood his shock; after all, he had been just as shocked when he awoke from his endless slumber and saw his own insect core in the hands of this doctor.
“I don’t know how to explain it, but this gentleman really saved me, and I have never felt so relieved as I do now.”
"So please be sure to persuade the tiger that this gentleman is really not a bad tiger."
The battle between the two sides became increasingly intense. Walsh looked somewhat worried. Both sides were his friends, and he didn't want to see either of them get injured.
However, he remained cautious and did not reveal the Legion Commander's identity. The Legion Commander must have had a reason for concealing his face; he could not disrupt any of the Legion Commander's plans.
Palmer looked at him, shook his head slightly in resignation; he couldn't make any big movements right now.
The Legion Commander worm could definitely hear their conversation, yet it didn't stop attacking. So the Legion Commander worm must have its own reasons, which their persuasion couldn't sway.
He will resolutely uphold any decision made by the Legion Commander.
...
The fight seemed to have ignited a fierce passion; to be precise, both sides were completely out of their minds.
The silver-haired female insect was wearing a black trench coat. Apart from the specks of blood on her silver hair, the bloodstains didn't seem very obvious. On the other hand, the black-haired monster insect was wearing a white coat that already had some blood on it, and now it looked like it had just come from a crime scene.
Ever since the silver-haired female insect saw that the tactic of trading injury for injury was effective, she always tried to use the same trick again. However, the black-haired monster insect would not take the bait most of the time, but would only narrowly avoid it.
But as the wounds multiplied and the smell of blood grew stronger, the black-haired monster's expression darkened.
The silver-haired female insect was breathing heavily. The long, intense battle against such a powerful opponent was taking its toll even on him.
With a twist of his body, he used his wings to maintain his balance, and then quickly leaped into the air. After several attacks, the black-haired monster seemed to have exhausted its strength and actually revealed an opening in front of him.
The silver-haired female insect was not about to let this opportunity pass. She kicked off with her hind legs and used the momentum to launch herself forward. Her silver hair drew a beautiful arc in the wind, and bloodstains were scattered on her face. Under the bright moonlight, she was surprisingly beautiful, though the large amount of blood loss made her lips look somewhat pale.
The black-haired worm took a step back, seemingly trying to dodge, but due to exhaustion, it could only dodge a short distance. This was the closest it had ever come to success, and the silver-haired female worm would never give up.
He gave the blade a slight twitch, and it instantly doubled in length, gleaming with a sinister sharpness in the moonlight. With that, the distance was sufficient…
The moment they passed each other, the silver-haired female insect's pupils shrank, and she couldn't hide the astonishment in her eyes. How could it be that she dodged it again?
The silver-haired female insect's eyes darkened.
No, this is a golden opportunity, we absolutely cannot miss it.
The silver-haired female insect turned around forcefully in that instant, determined to deliver the blow even though the blade would leave a very long gash on her wing.
...
Suddenly, everything seemed to come to a standstill.
The silver-haired female insect's body froze eerily, unable to move for even a moment no matter how much it struggled, just like that night.
He felt a chill run down his spine at the feeling of being tightly bound all over. Although there was nothing in the air and he could not see anything, he felt as if he was wrapped up by a bunch of cold, tentacle-like objects. The tentacles meandered and flowed over his body, making it impossible for him to ignore them.
What kind of strange insect is this, and why did it suddenly appear on the central star? He remembered that such an insect had never appeared before.
Walsh had never seen such power to control insects before, but he wasn't surprised to see it applied to this doctor.
"Sir, he is my friend. I am very sorry for offending you, but please do not harm him."
Walsh tried to get out by holding onto the door frame, but with his still-healing wound, every step he took felt like stepping on a knife's edge, and he couldn't move much even after trying for a long time.
Palmer noticed it too, but he was also unable to move or react effectively. He tried to make a sound, but was shocked to find that his vocal cords seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't speak at all.
Legion Commander Worm...
He watched as the black-haired monster got closer and closer to the legion commander worm, struggling to move and help, but to no avail.
Legion Commander Worm!
However, the bloody scene that was imagined did not happen. The black-haired monster didn't even care about its own blood-soaked left hand, but gently grasped the legion commander's hand, which had the same wound.
"Honey, I never said you could hurt yourself like this, did I?"
The voice was low and deep, completely different from the light tone just now, making the insect feel inexplicably dangerous, and even sending chills down its spine.
"I am angry."
This beautiful little butterfly showed no regard for its own body, piercing, cutting, and tearing, its blood almost staining his black clothes even deeper, yet he seemed to feel no pain, not even frowning slightly.
He wanted to see how far the little butterfly could go, but found that if he didn't stop it, the insect had no intention of stopping.
He didn't notice that his face looked worse than ever before.
He reached out with his left hand, which was still bleeding, towards the pretty little butterfly's face, and rubbed and kneaded his pale lips with his thumb until they turned slightly red. Then, he still seemed unsatisfied.
Suddenly, in those crimson pupils that reflected only his insect, he leaned in quickly and bit down on Atia's lip, creating a small gash. Blood quickly seeped out, staining his lips red.
Murphy nodded in satisfaction.
Um? ? ?
What's going on here? What direction is this heading?
The two insects, who were fighting fiercely just moments ago, are now standing facing each other. Although one of them was forced into it, the other's behavior is hard to deny as bizarre.
They shook hands out of nowhere, and then bit each other out of nowhere.
They poured top-quality healing potions onto their legion commander worm as if they were free, completely ignoring their own injuries. The way they handled it, like it was a precious treasure, left the two female worms nearby speechless.
They were watching the whole thing, so why did it seem like they suddenly missed a part and couldn't understand it?
Atia coldly stared at Morpheus. The superior healing potion worked very quickly. In just a short while, the pierced wound had already grown new pink flesh, and it would soon heal completely without leaving a scar.
But the hand holding his wasn't behaving properly; it caressed and kneaded, with an intimate and alluring quality. This feeling, combined with the tingling and itching from the healing wound, made him extremely uncomfortable.
Do you want to die?
"It would be my honor to die for you."
These words, if spoken by any other insect, would have been nothing more than a glib, joking remark, but coming from this strange, black-haired insect, they had an inexplicable creepy quality.
Atiyah fell silent.
In terms of physical strength, he was clearly no match for this insect.
In a contest of eloquence, he is even more likely to lose completely.
Although the insect spoke eloquently, Atia saw no corresponding emotion in his eyes; whether he laughed or was angry, there was no ripple in his eyes.
At this moment, Palmer belatedly realized something was amiss. What was with this strange black-haired worm? Why did it seem to be constantly flirting with his Legion Commander worm? Was he being too conservative? Was lesbianism actually quite common now?
However, at this moment, his most revered Legion Commander delivered a fatal blow.
"You are a male insect. What is your purpose in leaving the Central Star and coming to the Chaotic Star Sea?"
ha? ? ?
Talos and Doris rushed over upon hearing the commotion, only to be met with these words.
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