The first piano sound purification
After Alyssa visited Drake in the water dungeon and called him "brother," the guards there thoughtfully moved Drake to a regular cell. He was now imprisoned with the army bugs of the Third Legion, though Drake was in a separate cell.
Drake knelt on the cold ground, a burning incomprehensible fire burning within him. He kept thinking back to what Alyssa had said to him that day in the dungeon. She'd called him insane, saying he'd been corrupted by the primordial honey, that his mind was filled with red blood, and asked him if he still remembered the Black Armor family's spiritual anchor...
What did she know? Had she, since she was born, come into contact with any other insects from the Black Armor family besides him? How could she, a rookie insect mother who had just returned from human society, question him?
Humph, she cries so easily, tears flowing so easily. How can she be like a Worm Mother? She is nothing like her cunning mother who toyed with the high-ranking families and the outlying legions.
Why is she crying? What is there to cry about?
Did he say anything outrageous? No?
Was she saddened by her experiences in the human world? She must have had a hard time there, and was she blaming him for not rescuing her sooner?
Drake kept going over these thoughts in his mind. Whenever he felt his rage rising and was about to lose control of his desire to destroy, Alyssa's golden eyes soaked with tears and the word "brother" would pour down on him like a bucket of ice.
What brother! Drake clenched his fists tightly: What she learned are those unnecessary kinship ties in human society. Doesn’t she know that she is the supreme of the Zerg and cannot have any relatives, so as not to dilute the supreme royal power?
She doesn't understand anything! Just discard those unnecessary soft feelings!
He could teach her!
That's right... like a flash of light, it pierced the fog in Drake's mind: He could teach her! Didn't she call him brother? Let him teach her how to be a Worm Queen! Those sanctimonious hypocrites at Saint Joseph's Palace would surely tell her some bullshit about responsibility and the current situation! She was a pure Worm Queen, untainted by the stench of Saint Joseph's Palace. Just take her away, and all her tears, all her helplessness, would be gone!
Just take her!
The desire to seize the Zerg Queen spread like wildfire, unstoppable. Drake's mind was mulling over his next course of action. Countless hypotheses pointed to a bloody coup, a brutal confrontation. Drake's pheromones grew increasingly uncontrollable. Pheromones of violence and chaos spread throughout the small cell, inevitably affecting the Third Legion's army-zerg in the remaining cells.
Pheromone-based coordinated warfare is also a key means of efficient cooperation between army bugs. As the guards of Drake, the commander of the Third Legion, these army bugs have had many experiences with Drake communicating solely through pheromones, making them naturally more susceptible to the influence of Drake's pheromones.
In response, their pheromones became increasingly agitated, which in turn affected Drake.
Among the primitive insects, there is a group called locusts. When they gather together, their pheromones will affect each other, causing the surface color of the locusts to change, their development to accelerate, and their aggressiveness to increase significantly.
Among the Legionnaires, a phenomenon known as "pheromone throwback" occasionally occurs. While this phenomenon can significantly boost military strength, it comes at the cost of burning the lives of the Legionnaires. The Legionnaires maintain strict control over pheromone control and emotional stability to prevent pheromone throwbacks.
After Vio's blood test, it was found that all the army insects of the Third Legion who came to pay homage had used the first honey.
Now imprisoned, they naturally had no access to primary honey. Without its false comfort, the armyworms' sanity felt like a thin thread hanging a heavy weight, ready to snap at any moment. The agitated pheromones interacted with each other, and by the time the Tiger Guards guarding the prison noticed, red vertical stripes had appeared on the previously dark carapaces of Drake and the Third Legion's armyworms, and the red pupils in their compound eyes were faintly spreading.
They banged against the prison bars frantically, completely unaware of the high-voltage electromagnetic fence burning and cracking their shells.
"Pheromone regression!" Tiger Armor Guard exclaimed.
"Quickly notify Lord Ryan and Lord Vio!"
"Quick, get out first, spray the sedative and pheromone cleanser together!"
Drake grabbed the railing, his palms sizzling, the smell of burning flesh rising along with black smoke, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Where's Alyssa! I want to see Alyssa! Alyssa——!"
Two mechanical and electronic sounds echoed, and the prison's hydraulically reinforced titanium doors slid open. The intense light from outside was a momentary discomfort for the dilated pupils of the soldier-bugs within. They squinted uncomfortably, and through the pain of tears and burning eyes, they gradually made out the petite figure standing in the halo of light.
"Oh my god, what are these army bugs doing in the prison?" Vio covered his nose and stepped past the bug mother to enter the prison to investigate. "Your Highness, please wait outside for a while. I'll use the anesthetic to knock them out before you come in..."
A gentle voice came: "If they are unconscious, the effect will not be good, right?"
"It's true that the effect will be slightly worse, but their pheromones are too stimulating. Your pheromone receptor glands are affected," Vio said, then remembered mid-sentence that these army bugs were just going crazy, not deaf. He suppressed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and said, "Anyway, please wait outside."
“Since their condition is not good, we must hurry up.” Alyssa walked in.
She didn't ask Ryan to carry her, nor did she ride on a hovering robot. She walked with a measured, steady step in her soft-soled embroidered shoes. She didn't have the graceful, swaying grace of a lean horse, only the steadfastness of a Zerg Queen. An interpreter was tucked into her ear; she couldn't be a Zerg Queen, blinded by the gentle, harmless words of her trusted followers. She wanted to know everything about the Zerg, good and bad. She wanted the Zerg to know everything she said, right and wrong.
The insect queen, dressed in completely ancient human attire, stunned all the military insects in the prison. They forgot what they were doing for a moment and let their eyes follow the insect queen spontaneously.
“Alyssa! Alyssa!” Finally seeing Alyssa, Drake’s face was full of madness and distortion, “Follow me! Follow me——!”
Alyssa ignored him. Her wing sacs on the back ached slightly. This must be what Vio had meant. These pheromones were too stimulating for her.
She walked to the center of the prison, a position where all the insects in the cell could see her, knelt down, and placed the piano she had been holding in her arms across her knees.
The already short insect queen knelt on the ground, appearing to be a tiny ball, not even as tall as the knees of these black-armored army insects.
Alyssa closed her eyes, focused, and began to mobilize her mental energy. Threads of transparent, soft, elastic mental energy rose from her hands, shoulders, and back, interweaving and converging above her head. Those lines of mental energy arranged in a dense and orderly pattern, gradually forming in the air the image of a slender insect with a bulging abdomen that was seriously disproportionate to its size.
The accompanying insects, including Vio, Ryan, and Gabriel, were all shocked: Isn't this the original insect mother?!
At this moment, the short Zerg Queen, aided by the shadow behind her, appeared taller than any other Zerg present. Alyssa opened her eyes, and the threads of mental energy instantly converged at her fingertips, a pair of golden compound eyes shimmering brightly.
“Zheng——”
The sound waves, wrapped in Alyssa's mental power, spread throughout the small, airtight cell. Drake felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest. He instinctively lowered his head, looking at his intact chest. Before he could understand what was happening, the next sound came.
Drake opened his mouth, not wanting his raspy voice to disrupt the magical rhythm. But something in his heart seemed to be shaken, and this sense of separation made him addicted and painful, more uncomfortable than being in a water dungeon, but he had no desire to escape.
If the first honey is like sugar threads, sticking to every scorched earth in Drake's spiritual world, then Alyssa's mental power is like a fluff duster, which picks up all the sugar threads wherever it passes.
Alyssa had entered a state of complete oblivion. Her spiritual power flowed freely within the mind worlds of the armyworms, without needing to engage them. Some of their minds were filled with wrecked warships, others with crumbling ruins. The breaches in the warships and the cracks in the houses were smeared with a sticky, blood-red syrup. As her spiritual power wielded the syrup, a voice asked, "What are you doing?"
Wouldn't this expose these cracks and fissures, and cause things to deteriorate faster?
Alyssa simply answered with the sound of the piano:
Are these cracks and fissures inherent? Are they inherently bad?
All insects are born with a complete spiritual world and a firm spiritual anchor. It is only through the trials and tribulations of later life, the days of fighting with no choice but to face the threat of a future without a future, the reality of seeing their comrades torn to pieces by artillery fire and strange beasts, that they are gradually broken and worn down into their current form.
There is no need to use these syrups and honey to whitewash the situation.
The sound of the piano rang out, and the vibration of the steel strings seemed to have some kind of mysterious rhythm. After rebounding from the thick walls of the prison, all the insects entered into a wonderful resonance and synchronous perception.
The song "Wild Geese Landing on the Flat Sand" depicts a clear autumn day with vast sand and flat clouds. The geese are circling, landing or calling.
A song of "Liang Xiao Yin", a moonlit night with cool breeze, a good night with elegant mood.
The song "Gu Lu Wang Ji" makes the water ripple and washes away all worldly worries.
Golden blood flowed from her nose, staining the lower half of Alyssa's face golden. As the blood dripped uncontrollably onto the piano, she pressed the strings, stopping the lingering hum.
Something soft and fluffy fell gently from the sky, gently wrapping every Zerg present.
That is the silk-like spiritual power of the insect mother.
It penetrates every pore, blends into the flesh and blood, and easily fills the broken walls and broken edges in the spiritual world.
The red vertical stripes on the army insects' black armor gradually faded, and their red pupils stopped dilating, returning to their clear and bright appearance. They said nothing, staring at the insect queen in awe.
Drake, the black ground beetle who was the only one left in the Black Armor family after the battle, the insect who had lived on the edge of a knife for decades and was more crazy than any other insect when it came to killing strange beasts, was actually trembling slightly at this moment.
“Alyssa, you’re bleeding, Alyssa…” He ignored the burning of the high voltage electricity and stretched out his hand from the gap in the railing with great effort.
Alyssa put down the piano, stood up, and held that hand: “Do you still remember what the spiritual world of the Heijia family is like?”
She quickly scanned Drake's spiritual world. The fishy-sweet syrup was gone. After the blood and fire burned, all that was left was black scorched earth.
"Is it the Gobi Desert?" She didn't wait for Drake to answer. "Come and see."
She brought Drake into her spiritual world, and Drake felt that two visions appeared in front of his eyes. He and Alyssa in front of him passed through the bizarre tunnel together, and suddenly an endless yellow sand desert appeared in front of them.
On the Gobi Desert, there is only a strangely shaped house, a big tree, a few corridors of the Saint Jobel Palace, and a pot of orchids...
Alyssa didn't speak, but her voice reached his heart: "Blood father Wolf Black Armor passed on the Black Armor family's spiritual world, Gobi, to me. Mother expanded it into infinity."
"On this basis, I will continue to fill in and build my own spiritual world."
"Drake, look at your spiritual world, then look at mine. Do you still think that what you are doing is continuing the legacy of the Black Armor family?"
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