Seeing the determined looks in the eyes of the three female insects.
Although Han Ling was somewhat puzzled, he still instructed the system to open the hatch and slow down the flight speed.
As the strong winds rushed into the cabin, Han Ling gripped the anchor tightly and gave instructions:
"be safe!"
Mingzhi, who was usually a man of few words, looked at Han Ling and left with a cryptic remark:
"Your Excellency, I'm about to grow wings!"
Then, the three female insects leaped down.
Han Ling pressed himself against the porthole, looking down at the scene below, and said worriedly:
"Can they really fly? They just seem to be flapping around randomly."
But the next second, three brown halos suddenly bloomed in mid-air.
"Wow!" Han Ling's eyes were filled with amazement; butterfly wings had appeared!
This was the first time he had ever watched female insects fight up close.
The dazzling butterfly wings blotted out the sky.
The three of them, Mingzhe, were shirtless, with wings on their backs five or six times larger than their bodies, as if they had fallen into a vibrant oil painting.
Beauty often foreshadows danger; every flutter of a butterfly's wings is like a knife being plunged into its skin.
The shimmering scales fell, rapidly slicing through the front-row interstellar beasts.
The beast roared in resentment.
Invisible sound waves pierced through the clouds.
Han Ling covered his ears in pain, but still kept his eyes glued to the battle.
The three of them dispatched their enemies with elegance and swiftness, as if they were showing off their skills.
Batch after batch of alien space beasts fell from the sky.
Just one hour later, the warship had created some distance between itself and the alien beast.
With the crisis averted, Han Ling quickly said:
"System, slow down, open the hatch, and let them come back."
As soon as the hatch opened, the three female insects folded their wings and quickly entered the cabin.
Han Ling applauded them:
"Welcome back! You're amazing! You finished the battle so quickly! Hahaha, before it was like a life-or-death situation."
The three female insects raised their heads, their handsome yet unfamiliar faces revealing indifferent expressions:
"May I ask who you are?"
The sudden question left Han Ling somewhat bewildered.
His smile slowly faded, and he stopped clapping.
Some scattered, fragmented information appeared in my mind.
Butterfly Encyclopedia
Butterflies undergo complete metamorphosis, going through multiple stages.
The transformation from a cocoon to a butterfly is a hoax.
Caterpillars are merely food.
[When the caterpillar spins its cocoon, it dies, its entire body dissolving into a nutrient-rich soup that nourishes the emerging butterfly.]
Butterflies suck blood, so when a person dies, a large number of butterflies are attracted to them.
A butterfly is a new individual; it doesn't have the memory of the caterpillar, retaining only fragments of its genes.
This information hit Han Ling like a heavy hammer, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
Caterpillars can't fly, which is why they flutter so vigorously.
Caterpillars are food, so they don't have names.
They looked at him with very clear eyes, without any ulterior motives, because in the caterpillar stage, there is no need to reproduce.
I recalled Akechi's parting words: "Sir, I am about to grow wings."
Han Ling wished she could slap herself a few times.
Just now, the three female insects drank that drop of blood and completed their final evolution.
Through death, a more powerful, more perfect, and true Butterfly Clan is summoned.
Even before death, there was not a moment's hesitation.
They had no names before, and they had all lived tenaciously for more than twenty years, yet they gave up so easily at this moment.
A tremendous sense of guilt overwhelmed Han Ling.
He tapped his head, looked at the unfamiliar female insect, and couldn't help but ask:
"Which of you is wise? Who is reasonable? Who is intelligent? You have all changed so much that I can no longer tell you apart."
The three female insects looked puzzled.
"My name is Elvis."
Richard.
“Andrew.”
The Butterfly Clan receives its name upon birth.
It has no name; it's just a caterpillar.
In an instant, Han Ling felt a surge of pain, regret, and bitterness in her heart.
They're really different now; they have absolutely nothing in common.
The three female insects in front of me had blue-green hair and blue-green eyes.
Han Ling covered her face with her hands, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.
My eyes were sore and painful, and tears streamed down my face, disappearing into the sleeves of my protective suit.
Han Ling found it unbelievable.
The unfamiliar female insect, simply because she had seen his face and spent a few days with him, was willing to give up her life to protect him.
They still perished when he announced that he would send them to the interstellar prison.
Are these female insects brainless? Or are they just incredibly stupid?
Have they had enough of living?
They had previously said that the base could still exist for another 50 years.
Han Ling scratched her hair in anguish.
He felt as if he were incurring a huge debt with no possibility of repayment.
Now, all he remembers is that the three female insects once existed.
Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from not far away.
With a splitting headache and excessive worry, Han Ling's eyes rolled back and she fainted.
The beasts launched another attack.
The three female butterflies, who had just rested for a while, immediately stood up and walked towards the hatch upon hearing the call.
The system controls the opening of the hatch.
The fighting has begun again.
One day later.
The three female insects sat wearily inside the cabin.
Although they are a newly born butterfly race, fighting is an instinct etched into their genes.
However, the endless stream of enemies left them somewhat exhausted.
"squeak!"
The screams rang out again.
The three female insects bent their necks and wiggled their arms, preparing to set off again.
However, as soon as they left the cabin, they saw a colossal, cosmic-class starship flying in from the distant starry sky.
The yellow and white starship resembled a mobile fortress, with a line of text written on it.
The Second War Legion – White Scars
The next moment.
Female insects with lightning-shaped wings swarmed out of the fortress.
The white hair stood out so brightly in the interstellar space.
A female insect with a bite stopper, dressed in a black combat suit, flew up to them and looked them up and down:
"The Butterfly Clan?"
A sense of threat coursed through their bodies, and the three female insects nodded cautiously.
The white-haired female insect smiled:
"You can leave now. This prey belongs to the Second Legion; you can't handle it."
While they were chatting, the small team of a hundred people with white scars had already slaughtered the alien beast.
They are following the trail, seemingly trying to reach the lair of the strange beast.
The three female butterflies breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
The white-haired female insect didn't leave; instead, she kicked the warship and asked:
"Your warships are quite impressive. What kind of cargo is inside?"
The three butterfly clan members answered honestly:
"There is a sub-female inside, she is very weak and has been unconscious."
The white-haired female insect was somewhat skeptical, so she peered carefully through the porthole into the warship.
Inside the empty warship, there was indeed only a foolish sub-female, lying unconscious on the ground.
He shrugged:
"Alright, judging by your stupid appearance, you must be newly formed members of the Butterfly Clan with little savings. Leave now, I won't rob you this time."
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When Han Ling opened his eyes again, a system notification sounded in his ear:
[Host, we've arrived at the prison planet. We've landed. Should we hand them over to the Interstellar Court?]
Han Ling sat up weakly and looked up.
They are still inside the warship.
Three unfamiliar female butterfly insects sat on the opposite deck, their bodies covered in large patches of scabs, all bearing wounds.
It seems... the female butterfly insects continued fighting while he was unconscious.
Han Ling pursed his lips, a question arising in his mind: should the three female butterfly insects now bear the responsibility for Mingzhe and the others' crimes?
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