Chapter 28 You're so arrogant? That looks so familiar, the long silver hair…
So familiar. Long silver hair, a cold and sharp aura, even without wearing a military uniform, made the insect dare not look directly at her.
"The Legion Commander, the worm!"
Upon seeing him, the guards instinctively stood up straight, chest puffed out, and greeted him loudly, just as they always did.
However, after he finished shouting, he rubbed his eyes blankly. But no matter how many times he opened his eyes again, the Attia insect standing in front of him was the real Attia insect, not an illusion or a dream.
Finally, he belatedly realized that it really was the Atia worm! The Atia worm's gaze was as intense as ever, making the worm stand up straight, its aura more refined, and its strength seemed to have increased even further.
"You, you're back! How are you?"
Attiyah nodded to him. "I'm fine. How about Palmer and the others?"
The soldier, realizing something, became very excited and immediately stood up straight, reporting loudly, "Palmer the Worm and Rupert the Worm are both in the training ground. The newcomer has been fighting a positional battle these past few days, and he's injured most of his brothers."
Attia said, “Take me there.”
"yes!"
...
"Bang!" Rupert was thrown a long way, his breathing as heavy as a broken bellows, as if there was a huge hole in the middle, and he was leaking air. He coughed heavily a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest was dented from the kick, and he must have broken a few ribs.
Is this the difference between A-grade and S-grade? I'm so unwilling to accept it.
Palmer ran to his side, pulled a healing potion from his pouch, and put it in his mouth.
Piccolo rubbed his feet on the ground, seemingly trying to wipe away the bloodstains to avoid soiling his boots. He then patted his sleeves, stroked his chin, and chuckled, "I misspoke earlier. The Dawn Legion does have its strengths, and their durability is quite impressive."
Standing on the ring, under the angry gazes of all the bugs, Piccolo continued, "It's the third day, and I'm tired of this game. Are there any more bugs who want to come up? If so, hurry up, I'll allow you to team up."
Most of the high-ranking female insects in the legion are recovering from serious injuries, and the rest have all played one round. Now, the highest-ranking one that can be used is only the B-rank Palmer.
Rupert stood up. "Again!"
Palmer grabbed him. "Rupert!"
To everyone's surprise, Piccolo chuckled, held up a finger and waved it from side to side, mockingly saying, "You? Forget it, I don't like fighting my defeated opponents, it's pointless. The one next to you, though, is a better option."
Palmer stopped Rupert, who was angrily trying to rush forward, and stepped forward, saying, "Fine, I'll do it. I also want to see what this defeated foe of the Attia Worm is so arrogant about."
His rank wasn't advantageous; he became an adjutant through his intellect and his innate poison glands, but that didn't mean he couldn't fight for the Dawn Legion.
Pickol laughed as if he had heard something funny. "Haha, Attia? Too bad he's a useless bug now. Even if he stood here today, I would only beat him to a pulp."
Piccolo looked arrogant and gave a thumbs-down gesture, clearly mocking Attiyah.
Pickol nodded, as if suddenly remembering something, and said, "Oh, no, he's no longer going to stand here. He's just a female slave who's been passed around, and now he's probably kneeling somewhere begging for mercy. It's such a pity."
Rupert's face darkened, and ignoring his injuries, he spread his wings and made an attacking motion, "How dare you insult the Attia worm!"
Pickel scoffed, "Am I not telling the truth?"
After saying that, he didn't even glance at Rupert, but turned to Palmer and said, "Hey, you over there, how long are you going to stall for time? Hurry up and get on the field."
"To be honest, dealing with trash bugs like you is exhausting. When you're incorporated into the Twilight Legion, you'll just be low-level soldiers. Go and clean up the battlefield properly."
His words ignited the fury of almost everyone present. Several severely wounded soldiers wanted to get up and fight again. They were proud of the Dawn Legion and naturally could not tolerate any other insects insulting the Dawn Legion and the Attia Great Insect in this way.
Palmer spread his wings, ready to fly into the ring, while Pickle was thinking, since this Palmer is so defiant and even using Attiyah to pressure him, then just like Attiyah did to him, tear off his wings and give this rematch a perfect ending...
Sudden……
"You think you're so arrogant?"
A voice that all the insects present were very familiar with came from not far away. The tone was indifferent, as if it were just a simple statement, without any ripples.
However, upon hearing this, Piccolo felt as if a memory etched in his mind had awakened, causing his wings to tremble and tighten.
He would never forget that voice, those words, for the rest of his life. Was it Atia? No, how could that be?
Piccolo was momentarily terrified, after all, the feeling of having half of his wings torn off was too horrifying, but he quickly calmed down.
No, what is he afraid of now? Since the battle with the Starry Sky Beast King, Atia was seriously injured and his level dropped. He's probably fallen to C-rank now, not even close to the threshold of joining a legion. He's just a piece of trash.
After giving himself a mental pep talk, Pico quickly recovered and looked up at the silver-haired female insect who had somehow walked up to him from below the ring. His facial muscles twitched almost imperceptibly, but he didn't even notice it.
"The Legion Commander, the worm!"
All the Zerg present were excited. Apart from Palmer and Rupert, who always sneaked out of the Legion, the other Zerg had not seen Atia for a very long time.
Piccolo raised his chin, his eyes filled with disdain. "Oh, who do we have here, Attia? How long did you beg the male insect to let you come and see your friends? Should I not bother you?"
"Or are you saying that you, a lowly piece of trash, are going to stand up for them?" Pickol said sarcastically.
Atia raised her eyes, her purple eyes expressionless, revealing no emotion.
But then he spread his wings in an instant, and almost the next second he was in front of Piccolo. In his hand was a thin blade, the tip of which gleamed with a sharp white light, and it was clear at a glance that it was extremely sharp.
Pico's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes instantly turning into blindfolds. Relying on muscle memory, he quickly dodged, barely managing to avoid most of the attacks. However, a large gash was slashed open on his chest, and blood immediately began to seep out, quickly staining a large area of his black training uniform.
Atia flicked his blade, and beads of blood slid down one by one. "You're still the same, talking too much nonsense."
His attack continued unabated, and in the next second, only a blur remained in the distance. A gust of wind swept behind Pickel, who immediately turned around, spread his wings to dodge and deflect the force, but was still kicked hard and sent flying into the wall in the distance with a loud bang.
He slid down the wall, his chest caved in, clearly his ribs were broken and his lungs were damaged. He clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Rupert and all the surrounding insects could see that the Legion Commander was standing up for them.
Pickol, panting heavily, looked up in disbelief.
"You've recovered? How is that possible?"
This feeling of being completely suppressed was all too familiar. Even though he had reached S-rank, he still couldn't effectively react to Atia's attacks and could only passively take hits.
No, Attia has not only been restored, but has reached a new level.
Pico didn't believe it. Not to mention the entire Federation, even the entire interstellar space couldn't possibly have such a thing as a last gasp. It must be that Atia used some kind of drug to temporarily stimulate potential. As long as he can survive this period, he will definitely win.
“I don’t believe it, let’s try again!” Piccolo’s eyes were fierce as he pulled out a vial of healing potion, and the dent in his chest quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The first time, Attiyah stepped on Piccolo's chest and slammed him to the ground, defeating Piccolo.
The second time, Pickol flew out of the ring and crashed to the ground, losing the match.
The third time, Piccolo's limbs were broken, and he was kicked off the ring in a bizarre, twisted position. Piccolo was defeated.
The fourth time...
Gradually, Piccolo's expression changed from firm belief to hesitation, to doubt, to numbness, to...fear.
He was knocked away countless times, yet his attacks never even touched the hem of Attia's clothes.
He was covered in blood, his ribs were almost all broken, his thigh was fractured, and his shinbone was shattered. Every cough seemed to bring out his internal organs. He had long since run out of healing potions, but he hadn't fainted yet, relying solely on his S-rank physique to hold on.
Piccolo lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, barely able to breathe. His eyes were vacant as he stared at the sky, utterly bewildered as to why this had happened...
He's already an S-rank now, but he's unwilling... so unwilling...
Atia slowly came to a stop, blood trickling down the tail blade of his wing, quickly forming a small puddle. Atia's face remained expressionless as he slightly raised his hand. "Take him away."
Excited soldiers immediately rushed up, and some even kicked Piccolo twice in the chaos, but he was already unconscious.
Rupert stood there, stunned, watching Attiyah's eyes regain their luster, watching Attiyah's decisive victory, as if it were all a dream.
"Legion Commander, are you alright? Am I...am I dreaming?"
Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and pinched him hard on the face. Rupert cried out in pain, and Palmer said calmly, "Looks like you weren't dreaming."
"Palmer!" Rupert yelled, making a move to hit him.
Palmer easily dodged his attack, but Rupert aggravated his wound, gasping in pain and earning Palmer's merciless mockery.
After the playful fight, Rupert asked excitedly, "Legion Commander, what are we going to do next?"
A sharp glint flashed in Atia's eyes as he said, "Prepare for the legion exchange battle."
Zerg legions are actually very free. Due to the model of everyone being a soldier, there are countless legions of all sizes. Basically, it is all about strength. If you want to win better resources, you have to actively participate in positional wars and try to annex other legions.
The Dawn Legion was just a small legion of a few thousand insects at the time. It was under Atia's leadership that it gradually grew to the point where it had a planet near the central star as its base.
The military headquarters usually doesn't comment on internal personnel adjustments within legions, but the Dawn Legion is an exception. They lost their legion commander, and the highest rank of the remaining soldiers is A, while a legion commander must be at least S. Therefore, the military headquarters parachuted in a new legion commander.
The Twilight Legion's plan was to have Piccolo lead the Dawn Legion into the Twilight Legion during the leadership transition battle a few days later, thus avoiding a lot of unnecessary fighting.
Therefore, the new legion commander is highly sought after, and the Twilight Legion only had the opportunity to come after defeating dozens of legion representative insects.
Atia's return as an S-rank and his defeat of Piccolo solidify his status as a legion commander.
The reason Attiyah didn't send Pikol back to the Twilight Legion was to make the Twilight Legion mistakenly believe that the Dawn Legion's resistance on the day of the exchange battle would not be too strong, thus causing them to underestimate the enemy.
However, they had no idea that they would be facing the entire Dawn Legion, brimming with fighting spirit...
...
Murphy arrived at his destination in a luxurious hovercar belonging to the Male Insect Protection Association. It was a sanatorium in the core area, boasting top-notch service and heavily advertised. Even he overheard it a few times.
He casually got out of the car. In the courtyard of the sanatorium, there were many male insects sitting or standing. At this moment, they all looked over, one inside and one outside, as if they were two sides naturally and clearly separated.
Murphy wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, he waved casually, as if he were a leader on an inspection tour.
"Wow, so enthusiastic! Were you all waiting for me?"
The male insect sitting near the door scoffed, "Yeah, everyone's waiting to witness your historic moment of jumping five levels in one go."
Murphy clicked his tongue twice. "It seems this yard is indeed luxurious. The guard dog can even talk now. Well then, thank you for your welcome. Good dog."
"You!" The male insect near the door couldn't stand it any longer and immediately stood up angrily.
At this moment, a tall male insect came out of the inner room, dressed in a neat three-piece suit. He moved elegantly and had a gentle smile. He raised his hand to stop the male insect at the door and said, "Tevin, there's no need to be angry."
Murphy chuckled. "Looks like the master bug has come out? Just a friendly suggestion: watchdogs should be leashed too, or they might get accidentally killed by the bugs."
The tall male insect gave a helpless smile. "We used to have a good relationship, so there's no need to be so confrontational."
After thinking for a moment, Murphy blurted out amidst the tall male insect's smile, "Who are you again?"
The tall male insect said, "I am Bennett."
Seeing that Murphy still looked somewhat puzzled, Bennett maintained a friendly and patient demeanor on the surface, but a hint of dissatisfaction was creeping into his heart.
Bennett added, "It seems you've forgotten something. Didn't you say you really liked the female insect I gave you?"
He emphasized the words "I gave it to you" in his sentence, and Murphy immediately realized that he was the A-grade male insect that everyone was always talking about.
She's quite the actor.
With a completely insincere apology, Murphy said, "So you're that cuckolded male? I really didn't recognize you at first. My apologies. I thought people like you were all very obvious."
Bennett's cheek muscles twitched slightly several times, indicating that he was already angry.
Bennett forced a smile and said bluntly, "I've never liked conflict. As long as you know when to stop, I assure you you can continue being an A-grade male."
Murphy covered his mouth in surprise. "Is this a threat?"
Bennett smiled and said, "Of course not, this is a friendly discussion."
Murphy shook his head regretfully. "That's a pity. I only negotiate with insects. As for other species, I usually tell them to get lost."
Murphy gave him the middle finger in a friendly gesture.
Bennett was silent for a moment, then finally let out a long sigh, "...Okay, I've got your answer."
Then he snorted coldly, turned around and left, emphasizing the last few words, clearly showing his anger.
At the same time, all the male insects' optical computers received several messages regarding regulations for centralized testing.
"Dear gentlemen, this year's data collection will be postponed. In order to avoid the possibility of cheating, you will need to stay here for seven days before the testing begins."
"In addition, please entrust us with the safekeeping of anything other than your daily necessities. Please believe that this is all for your own good, and please cooperate."
Where no insects could see, Bennett's face darkened. Since they were so ungrateful, then they might as well taste the "gift" he had prepared. The machine's "malfunction" might not necessarily have a bad outcome...
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Author's note: Thank you to Deep Mountain Red Leaf Baby for the nutrient solution! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers]
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