Chapter 80 Chapter 80 His feline intuition told him that…

As a high-level female insect, the requirement for sleep time is not high. High-level female insects only need one or two hours of sleep a day.

When a war breaks out, the female insects involved in the war can adjust their own conditions. On the premise that there are enough energy supplements, female insect soldiers can go without sleep for a week.

Such a war machine would be a destructive and powerful weapon once deployed on any battlefield.

How can Russell sleep peacefully when the Earth is facing the risk of being invaded at any time?

After only an hour in the room, Russell wandered around the First Legion's battleship, trying to dig out some useful information from the soldiers.

After wandering for five or six hours, from the training center to the command center, with more than a dozen naval ships, Russell walked over on his own two legs.

He searched all the places he was qualified to enter, but found no useful information.

It was estimated that the information he wanted to find out was stored in important places that required permission from the military to enter, but these places on the battleship were strictly confidential, and he was a prince without a military rank and was not favored, so he was not qualified to enter.

Just as Russell was squatting in the corner, at a loss, a young warrior ran towards him.

"Good morning, His Royal Highness the Third Prince."

The young soldier clenched his right fist and placed it on his heart. Instead of a military salute, the soldiers gave him a royal etiquette.

Most of the members of the First Legion are descendants of royal branches or nobles. These female insects are well-informed and are the best at judging people and deciding what to do with them.

Most of the soldiers on the battleship knew his identity and status.

It is common to pretend that he is not in sight.

Few soldiers would take the initiative to greet him when they saw him, and some would smile at him from a distance.

"Captain Willy, what can I do for you?" Russell felt as if he had returned to Gaia, as he rarely felt kindness from the Zerg.

The female insect in front of me looks like an animal on Earth that humans call a "dog", with innocent eyes, a bright smile, and a silly look.

"You actually know the name of a soldier like me who is so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary?" Willy opened his mouth so wide that he could swallow the male insect's fist.

He was indeed shocked that Russell knew his name.

"When we were at the Earth port, I saw you talking to the female insect Aiden. You two seemed to know each other very well, but it's a pity that your superiors didn't allow you to say more." Russell said.

He was just being polite, but the simple female insect warrior took his words to heart.

"You're right. Brother Aiden and I haven't seen each other for a long time. I really want to talk more." The little warrior pursed his lips regretfully.

"During your time on Earth, have you had any contact with Brother Aiden? Is he doing well on Earth? How is he doing with His Highness Eli?"

It would be better for the Zerg to know less about the news on Earth, especially since Aiden is the captain of His Highness Eli's guard, a very sensitive and important position.

Russell didn't want to tell the female insect warrior about Aiden, but Willy's bright eyes full of expectation shook Russell's heart.

Anyway, when Aiden met him again, they seemed to have a really good relationship.

Can comfort young warriors with some irrelevant words.

"Everything is fine. Don't worry. At least on Earth, he won't be imprisoned as a criminal."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that Brother Aiden is doing well on Earth." Willy heard the sharp tone of the Third Prince and did not continue to ask, "Thank you."

The young female bowed to Russell, with her upper and lower body at a 90-degree angle, a very solemn gesture of thanks.

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The abnormal behavior of the Zerg First Legion, Russell's repeated reminders, and Angus's occasional sense of the energy of the companion mecha.

These signs repeatedly told Gal that there seemed to be a strange connection between the higher insect races and the orcs.

The ones who could connect the two overlords of the universe were most likely him and Angus, who were at the edge of the universe.

Being targeted by these two powerful races, the Earth is about to suffer a great catastrophe.

This disaster is even more terrifying than the one that mankind experienced thousands of years ago.

After all, their opponents are not alien civilizations on some small planets nearby, but two powerful, experienced and difficult races in the universe.

As the leader of the Earth today, he must not show fear in front of the public, and he usually says some inspiring words to the soldiers and civilians.

In fact, Gal did not have such a firm desire to win.

He also fears death and failure.

"Ah." Before opening the cabin door, Gal sighed out all his bad mood outside the door.

When I pushed the door open and walked in, a beautiful face smiled faintly, "No reply yet?"

Angus sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, and muttered something. His voice was so soft that even if you got close, you couldn't hear what he was saying.

The moment the cabin door moved, his sensitive animal ears heard the movement, and the scent of his lover floated into Angus's olfactory system from behind.

The familiar smell gradually calmed Angus's restless heart. He opened his eyes and reached out to his lover who walked to the bed. "I can clearly feel the call of the dazzling light, but I can't contact him at all."

Gal let the deceased big cat hug his waist, and a big cat head with short golden hair was inserted into his chest.

"At least now we are sure that Brilliant has not been dealt with by those scum." He moved his hand over the furry head, soothing the lion who only showed his soft side in front of him. "Sooner or later, we will be able to bring Brilliant back."

Gal stroked the golden head under his palm. When he touched the back of the neck, his palm felt like it was pricked by needles and was numb.

"Haven't you had a haircut in a while?"

Gal leaned his head forward a little and saw that there was indeed a lot of golden "weeds" growing on the part of the orc's head connecting to the back of the neck.

The orc's neck skin had also been pierced and turned red.

"I've been so busy lately that I don't have time to get a haircut. Don't worry, I'll find a hairdresser to get a haircut after Gaia gets over the problem."

Angus is a beastman. He doesn't like to have his hair cut short.

Mane is extremely important to male lions. For an adult male lion, lush mane can reflect his testosterone and thus attract females in the tribe. The mane also has the function of protecting the neck arteries.

The love of hair is the nature of male lions.

Angus doesn't like to have his dazzling blond hair cut short, but some people like to mess with his hair.

Gal produced a pair of scissors from somewhere, and approached Angus little by little with the scissors.

"Get out of bed. It's hard to take care of the messy hair on the bed." Hairdressing is a hobby that Gal has recently developed. Angus, whose hair grows quickly, has become his best model for practice.

It doesn’t matter if the hair is cut badly, because in less than half a day, Angus’ hair will return to its original length.

A novice barber who has not received professional training always has to start with a few failed works.

During the time when Galgan was obsessed with haircuts, Angus often had strange hair styles. As he had important responsibilities, he couldn't hide in his room, so he could only wear a hat and wander around in front of the soldiers.

During simulation training and missions, Angus was always worried about whether his hat was fastened tightly and whether his strange hairstyle with holes on the left and right was seen by others.

The fear and anxiety during those days left Angus with a psychological shadow on the idea of ​​having his hair cut by a male insect.

When Angus saw Gar approaching with the scissors, he couldn't help but react instinctively.

The big cat sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the scissors that shone with golden light, its canine teeth bared out and retracted, as if the rational soul and animal nature were fighting for control of the body.

"Your teeth are very white. Good. Keep up the good habit of brushing your teeth in the future." Gal teased the fierce cat.

He was confident that even if he took a pair of scissors and forcibly cut the big cat's hair, the big cat's sharp teeth would not really hurt him.

"You can't escape. Cooperate with me and we can finish this faster."

Angus lowered his head, moved his body, and slowly got off the bed.

Resigned to her fate, she sat on the chair pointed by the male insect. "Don't give me a haircut like Killer Matt. I don't want to fight the enemy with hair like that."

He didn't mind a few failures in cutting with scissors, as long as he didn't do the exaggerated style with a lot of hair gel sprayed on his hair, Angus would be satisfied.

The latter kind of hair would prevent him from even wearing a hat.

"Today I'm just going to help you cut your pierced hair shorter and trim it." Gal took the scissors and made a few strokes on the orc's head.

These movements frightened Angus so much that he shrank his neck.

"Honey, don't you believe me?" The full-length mirror beside the table reflected the male insect's pretty face.

An unhappy expression appeared on the face bestowed by God, which made Angus feel extremely sad.

Although he knew that the male insect was just pretending to be wronged, Angus couldn't bear to see his male insect unhappy. "Okay, okay, I believe you. I belong to you today. You can do whatever you want with me, dear."

Having succeeded in his plan, Gal smiled innocently, leaned down and gave his lover a kiss on the cheek.

He calls the other person "baby", "honey", and "the most important person in my life" all day long, using these sweet and cloying words. Angus's love tends to be expressed in actions.

Sweet names would come out of her mouth from time to time, but compared to him, she expressed herself much less verbally.

When the two were alone, Gal always set up traps for Angus in various ways, just to hear his lover's preference for him.

"Well, okay, Mr. Lion, since you have a good attitude towards recognizing your mistakes, I will be gentler to you later..."

The sound of scissors clicking could be heard overhead.

Angus felt a chilly wind blowing across his neck, even though Gal hadn't used the scissors yet. It was as if his hair had been shaved clean, and his head felt cool.

His feline instinct told him, 'Danger is coming.'