Chapter 61 Their King (Minor Revision) Who...is he...?
Who... is it...?
So familiar... so... reassuring...
I'm so tired, I just want to sleep for a little while, just a little while...
As if her stamina had finally reached its limit, the silver-haired female insect fell into a coma, only managing to remember a pair of sharp, dark eyes with gold markings.
Melville recognized the design of the two daggers on the pirate ship that had stormed in; although the starship had been replaced, the design remained unchanged.
So it really was him who saved the silver-haired female insect... that child the Chaotic Star Sea had seen.
He was actually an S-class male insect.
Nehemiah stepped forward, placing his hands on the control panel, his face almost touching the screen. This was... what kind of amazing power this was! His teacher, the deceased S-class male insect who was far more powerful than him, could not manifest this ability to control his mind, yet this young insect had done it.
Nehemiah's first reaction was jealousy, a level he could never reach in his entire life, while this male insect, so young, had already left him far behind.
Nehemiah's second reaction was to recruit them. If the Federation had such a powerful S-class male insect, there would be no need to wait until the next generation or the generation after that to annex the Empire. This was a future he could foresee in his lifetime.
Nehemiah quickly calculated in his mind: since this strange male insect cared so much about the female insect, perhaps he could offer some benefits in that regard.
In the distant center of the battlefield, the crisis was not over. The Starry Sky Beast King was not dead. Behind him, the severely wounded and crippled Beast King once again let out a shriek and swooped down.
Everyone knows that the more magical the power, the faster it is consumed. Can this black-haired male insect really use that bizarre ability again?
Before the eyes of all the insects, the black-haired male insect picked up the silver-haired female insect horizontally, and a faintly fluorescent power visibly filled the silver-haired female insect's battered body, covering the constantly bleeding wounds.
He didn't glance at the dangerous and enormous Starry Sky Beast King that was bound, nor did he pay any attention to the crippled Beast King that was swooping down, as if they were not worth paying attention to at all, as if they didn't exist at all.
"Clang!"
As the Starry Sky Beast King struggled, the silver threads seemed to have reached their limit and began to loosen. With a sharp screech, the Starry Sky Beast King's claws, with undiminished momentum, flew at lightning speed, almost piercing through the bodies of the two insects simultaneously in the next second.
"careful!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the rapidly advancing black claws paused again just before touching the two insects. Little by little, countless fine silver threads had somehow wrapped around the black claws, covering them like a net, resembling cracks in flesh dividing it into several pieces.
Then, "Boom—"
Under several shots, it was clearly recorded that the huge body of the Star Beast King, which was originally as hard as a diamond, burst open inch by inch from its claws. Then, it quickly spread from the claws to the arms, and then immediately spread to the whole body. Then it collapsed and exploded with a bang, as if a grand rain of blood and flesh had fallen. Even the Imperial starships 100 kilometers away were baptized by the blood that spurted out, and almost half of the starships were dyed red.
Who could have imagined that the Starry Sky Beast King, a regional overlord, would be cut apart inch by inch by those countless white threads?
The burst of flesh and blood resembled tiny bombs, piercing countless wounds into the already crippled Beast King behind it before it collapsed with a thud.
All the insects were filled with shock.
He was too strong. His power seemed indescribable. No insect could believe that a male insect that was usually weak and needed careful care could have such astonishing strength.
Nehemiah's eyes showed surprise, even a hint of fear, but also a burning passion.
The interests of male insects are always intertwined; the stronger the male insect, the happier he is.
He doesn't care whether he's president or not; he only cares whether his successor is the best male insect.
He wanted to recruit him; he wanted him to become the next president of the Federation and the next emperor of the United Kingdom.
Sudden.
"Buzz..."
Strangely, a voice that seemed to strike right at the heart suddenly rang out.
The next second, it was as if an invisible pressure spread out. The black-haired male insect looked over, and all the insects present could clearly see the dark, golden pupils through the screen. It was not a sight, but more like a feeling. This pressure made them want to tremble and kneel down.
All the words Nehemiah had just prepared were stuck in his mouth and throat, and his pupils slowly shrank to their limit, as if all his breathing had stopped.
No, that's not right, that's not right.
This is not a Grade S male insect!
This feeling, as if striking straight to the brain, this spontaneous sense of awe, this unbearable respect—this is definitely not the power of an S-class male insect.
He is—
He is the most noble and ancient bloodline of the Zerg.
He is the Zerg Overlord.
...
How is that possible? In this day and age, there are actually beings whose bloodline has mutated back to the King Worm?
All the insects were consumed by a single thought, their gaze fixed intently on the scene. Their blood seemed to surge rapidly, their hearts beating in unison, as if to awaken the dormant memories and call forth the returning, reborn king.
Deathly silence, absolute silence.
The war correspondent ship kept recording, and what a shocking scene it was, a magical sight they had never seen in their careers, like a miracle.
Even the reporters who were constantly broadcasting live from the battlefield fell silent instantly, and the barrage of comments on the screen came to an eerie halt.
Viewers in the live broadcast room could not see the accurate footage throughout. Nehmeya had strictly instructed them not to broadcast most of the parts that were prone to misunderstanding, so the explanations were given verbally with the camera moved away.
So all the insectoids in the live stream knew was that during the raid on the rebels, a Starry Sky Beast King suddenly appeared in the rebel ranks, as if it were a divine intervention, which boosted their confidence.
The camera relentlessly played the exciting scene of the rebels being utterly defeated, so when this sudden event occurred, they didn't have time to cut off the live stream.
【What's this? 】
[Is this a scam? Did they secretly use some kind of technology?]
[Upstairs, show some respect! Didn't you feel it? Even from this distance, it felt like a force calmed my raging mental state. This person is definitely a male.]
[Impossible! How could a male insect's fragile body stand upright in space without a protective suit? And how could a male insect possess such strength?]
I couldn't feel anything other than awe for him...
I feel my blood rushing, my whole body is burning up, I desperately want to go out and fight, but I also don't want to leave.
He is a male, but not only a male. Have you all forgotten the legend of the Queen Beetle?
[The Queen Insects... Legend has it that their existence signifies the rebirth of the insect race. But didn't the last Queen Insect Emperor pass away hundreds of years ago, and no new Queen Insects have been born since? Hundreds of years have passed; is that true? Could there really be a new Queen Insect Emperor?]
[I'm stunned. The rebels' accomplices are actually the Queen Insects? Is this some kind of destiny? Has His Majesty the Queen Insects also come to save the fate of us females?]
For centuries, the Zerg have not produced a new Overlord. Now that an Overlord has been born again, does this mean that our Zerg are about to usher in a new era of vitality?
The concept of the Overlord has been around among the Zerg for a long time, but until a few hundred years ago, when the last Overlord died, the Zerg no longer had Overlords, and at the same time, it split from one nation into two nations. The current emperor of the empire is a descendant of that Overlord.
After many years, the Zerg have finally given birth to a new Overlord.
The Queen Insect represents the prosperity and flourishing of their clan. After the death of the last Queen Insect, their clan has been on a downward spiral. The males are becoming increasingly fragile and fewer in number, and are extremely prone to dying young. The females, on the other hand, suffer from mental torment and can never find true peace in their lives.
Now, their emperor has finally been born, and they are finally about to be reborn.
...
King Worm? How could it be a King Worm? That's impossible; the King Worm has been dead for hundreds of years.
Nehemiah felt no joy, only panic. When his teacher told him about the Queen Insect, his expression was more serious than ever before.
...We must never allow the Ohmu to grow unchecked, and we must never give them the opportunity to...make their presence known to the public...
"Marshal Melville, please lend me your strength and annihilate this group of rebels."
Nehemiah had been transferred to the vice-captain's ship and reconnected to the Imperial flagship.
Melville looked at him and said in a deep voice, "President Nehemiah, I think you can't possibly be unaware of what kind of person he is, can you?"
Nehemiah did not respond to his words, but said with a deep gaze, "He is just a despicable accomplice of the rebels who tried to scare us away by using some kind of disguise technique. We should kill him along with us. Please do not forget that you are our reinforcements."
"Give the order: a full-scale attack."
"Give...the order..."
Melville's mind went blank for a moment, then dazed for a moment as Nehemiah's voice rang out. He instinctively activated the all-army communication system, ordered aiming, and then…attack…
Lovin hadn't expected to encounter his father's army here, and even more unexpectedly, his father was now helping the Federal Orthodox Army while his brother was helping the Federal Rebels. He was caught in the middle, unsure of what to do, but he couldn't just stand by and watch his father and brother fight.
Lovin was getting a little angry. "How come your starship is so dilapidated? It can't even connect to directional communication?"
Doris muttered.
"There's nothing we can do about it. As you can see, this starship belongs to the Federation, so it's normal that it can't connect to the Imperial warship's communication channel..."
When he discovered that they had inexplicably rushed into the joint encirclement of the Federation and Imperial armies, he was terrified, feeling that this was his final resting place. If it weren't for that person's presence giving him some courage, he might not be able to speak so fluently now.
Lovin wanted to take out his personal terminal, but it had already been damaged by radiation while he was floating in space. Even if it hadn't been damaged by radiation, his mother probably wouldn't have answered his calls.
Loven was somewhat disappointed.
As the Federation troops surrounding them raised their cannons, the Imperial troops that came to their aid also aimed at them.
Lowin made up his mind and, ignoring Talos and the others' objections, simply donned his protective soft armor and spread his wings to leave the starship.
...
"Fire!"
Nehemiah gave the order.
“Open…” Melville instinctively opened his mouth, but suddenly, the ring on his hand flashed, and a cool and gentle aura flowed into his body through his fingers, and his mind cleared up again.
Melville immediately stopped himself from speaking, his face turning very ugly. Nehemiah had just mentally controlled him. If it weren't for the ring given to him by the lord, he probably would have truly obeyed Nehemiah's every command.
Melville said, "Nehmeya, I will report today's events to His Majesty truthfully."
He no longer used any respectful terms when addressing Nehmeya. In his view, the male insect's actions were constantly pushing the boundaries of what it meant to be an insect, and he would no longer help Nehmeya.
Nehemiah did not respond; he could hear nothing anymore, his mind was only focused on killing the Queen Insect.
Melville's adjutant suddenly exclaimed, "Your Excellency Marshal, look! It's His Highness!"
Melville glanced at the star map, his pupils contracting slightly.
Lovin, what's Lovin doing there! He's still blocking that black-haired king insect.
"Launch interceptor missiles! Quickly!"
[What is President Nehmeya doing? This is a new Ohmu, born only once every few centuries. Does he intend to harm the Ohmu?]
[Perhaps President Nehmeya judged this to be a ruse, a cover for the retreat of those damned rebels. President Nehmeya is indeed the most brilliant male insect.]
[My intuition can't be wrong. This is definitely His Majesty the King Insect. With so-called technology, at most, it can only affect the insects on site. At a distance of thousands of light-years, what kind of technology could have such a wide range of influence? It's one thing to fool yourself, but don't treat other insects like fools.]
[I'm so worried! Will something happen to His Majesty? He's so young, so innocent.]
[Nehmeya definitely sabotaged it! My brother is in the Federation army; he didn't want to fire the cannon, but he did it on his own!]
[Damn it, what is he trying to do? Does he want to kill our people?]
[...]
[...I feel like that blonde female insect looks familiar, what about you?]
[Huh? Isn't he the young prince of the Dawn Empire? How come he's on the Federation battlefield!]
Lovin drew his sword and stood in front of his brother. Although his father didn't like him much now, he wouldn't fire on him. With him there, the Imperial army wouldn't take any other action; they just needed to hold off the Federation army.
But there were too many of these shells, and they were moving too fast.
Although Palmer had ordered all starships to launch interceptor missiles, the enemy was coming on strong, over a wide area, and in large numbers, so there was simply no time to intercept them.
Lovin gripped the blade tightly.
His brother had just used up so much energy and needed emergency treatment, there was definitely no time to deal with this now, so he had to protect his brother and get him away safely.
They've arrived.
The knife in Lovin's hand seemed to leave afterimages as he skillfully altered the trajectory of cannonballs through collisions, preventing them from exploding. The skills his mother had taught him to protect his brother were finally put to use.
The small protective shield cannot be opened here and must be moved to a side of the airspace.
Once we get through this wave, we should be able to try to move my brother to the airspace next to us and activate a small protective shield.
As he thought about it, Lovin kept swinging his knife.
But there were too many, too many. He was fast, but there wasn't enough time...
...
Murphy, holding Attia, straightened up again.
Atia's condition was very dangerous. Not only was he bleeding externally, but he was also bleeding severely internally. At the same time, his mental domain was extremely depleted, as if something was absorbing his energy. If he didn't receive treatment first, he would definitely not make it back.
"That's enough, Little Loven, get behind me."
Before Murphy lay tens of thousands of shells, but he suddenly curled his lips into a slightly eerie and insane smile. His voice was soft, as if he were murmuring or talking to himself, “I’m very unhappy right now.”
His voice trailed off very softly and faintly, and it was also very cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, countless transparent, indescribable tentacles instantly spread out from behind him. They were so thick and strange that they meandered, intertwined, and wriggled. They wrapped around all the shells and then slammed them back.
The speed was faster and more rapid than when they arrived. The shells were almost upon them before they could even react. The federal troops were forced to dodge in all directions, but they soon realized that only a small portion of them landed near them, while the majority were concentrated on the president's secondary ship.
The aftershocks of the explosion continued to reverberate. Even with five layers of protective shields activated, it couldn't withstand the damage for even a minute. The secondary ship was almost instantly riddled with holes.
...
Is this... this is the Ohmu?
No, the Queen Insect the teacher described wasn't that powerful at all. Could it be that this Queen Insect underwent a primal mutation and possesses truly ancient Queen Insect blood? That's impossible...
This was Nehemiah's last thought.
A thick tentacle accurately located the starship he was on, and amidst the terrified gazes of all the surrounding insects, it pierced through the starship's hull and struck the male insect who was cowering in the protective compartment, his eyes just beginning to show fear.
"Whoosh!"
The tentacles carried Nehemiah's body out of the starship and held it in the air. The male insect's fragile skin was breached by the cosmic rays in just a few seconds, quickly festering and growing scars.
Nehemiah struggled, but could not break free no matter what he did. The S-class male insect's body had a fast self-healing ability, and despite suffering from radiation and being pierced, he could not die for a long time.
The remaining tentacles swept away all the insects that tried to approach the old male insect, as if they wanted to hang him there for all to see.
As the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, Melville was immediately surrounded by an elite squad, who were on guard against any attack from the King Insect.
However, when Melville looked into those familiar eyes with their distinctive golden markings, he couldn't feel fear or dread. Instead, he felt an overwhelming sadness, heartache, and sorrow growing within him. Why was he sad for a male insect he didn't know before?
Why is it that whenever I see him, I feel like a certain unfulfilled void in my heart is filled?
What... happened to him?
"Your Excellency Marshal..."
A cautious, worried voice came from beside him.
Melville snapped back to reality and realized that tears had welled up in his eyes without him noticing, as endless as the sorrow in his heart.
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Author's Note: Thank you AAA for the gift! Today is another day of loving you so much! [heart eyes][starry eyes][sprinkling flowers]
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