stable.
After Elvis stood firm, he ruthlessly pried apart the tentacles wrapped around his waist that were still trying to drill in. He glanced at the huge and strange monster with a cold face, giving a silent warning.
He has an extremely handsome and elegant appearance, without the slightest femininity, yet his beauty is so unparalleled that it makes anyone who sees him feel ashamed of themselves.
The faint muscle lines beneath the fitted fabric add a touch of alluring and profane sexiness to the otherwise reserved and restrained look.
At this moment, the corners of his eyes are red, but he still looks cold and arrogant, which makes people want to break the aloofness of this handsome man like a snow lotus on the mountain.
Boyce's tentacles squirmed a few times, but he finally withdrew them reluctantly under Elvis's angry gaze.
Elvis snorted coldly, and his golden mental power slowly extended, taking in everything around him.
A white jade snake tail more than two meters long slowly appeared under the cover of spiritual power, and its gentle swaying created a breathtaking magnificence in the dark universe.
Seeing the slender snake tail, Boyce's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a hint of regret in his greedy eyes.
He retracted the tentacles that were originally placed under Elvis' feet and followed Elvis silently.
Ives is not like Beuys, who can walk in the universe without protection even in anthropomorphic form.
His human form must be protected by spiritual power before it can be exposed to the universe.
But his wing form and snake tail form can use the power to walk freely in the universe.
——Before, he allowed Boyce to protect him because Boyce was obedient, but now Boyce was in a state of desire and anxiety, so Elvis naturally would not stay in the embrace of his tentacles anymore.
The reason he doesn't use the wing form is because he has just reached adulthood and cannot use this form naturally.
Under Elvis's mental power, nothing can escape his gaze.
His golden mental power quietly penetrated the tangled web of mechas and robots on the battlefield, allowing him to clearly see the female insects beneath the mechas. The chaos had no effect on him.
Alvin and other female soldiers wore the same mecha and fought in the surging mechanical waves.
After scanning the area, Elvis quickly noticed the out-of-place mecha.
The hard shell is made of silver-white metal and is more than twice the size of other mechas.
It was suspended far above the chaotic battlefield, protected by layers of robots. It was above the battlefield yet seemed to be detached from it.
The chest of the mecha is transparent, and you can see the tall male insect sitting inside.
When Elvis's mental power swept over, he clearly saw the male insect raise its eyes and look over at him from afar as if it had sensed something.
Black hair and black eyes, with a familiar superior look.
——The male insect inside is Archon Modima.
He obviously saw Elvis as well and gave a strange and crazy smile.
Elvis saw complacency and confidence in this smile.
It was obvious that the robot was at a disadvantage and the female insect's victory was a foregone conclusion, but he seemed to be holding some weapon that would ensure victory, and he was calm and composed.
Elvis's blue eyes were slightly cold, like ripples in the deep ocean.
Boyce behind him was exuding sharp and bloody pheromones.
——Disrespectful to the Insect Mother.
Boyce's sharp pheromones were like a sharp blade, passing through space in an instant. If Modima had not controlled countless robots to block in front of him at the last moment and quickly retreated into the air, he would have been cut in half.
But even so, the universe was covered with broken parts and metals, and a deep scar was left on the belly of the mecha driven by Modima, with complex circuits exposed.
Modi Ma's forehead was soaked with sweat, but that didn't stop him from showing a sinister smile. He used some unknown means to make his voice resound throughout the entire space: "Dear Insect Mother, why are you angry?"
The clearly audible voice was filled with sticky malice.
Modima obviously knew Boyce's identity and knew that Boyce's actions were all approved by Ives.
As his voice fell, the robots retreated to the side. The female soldiers stared at Modima vigilantly, slowly approached Ives, and stood guard beside him.
Elvis frowned in disgust, his expression cold.
Modima didn't care about Elvis's neglect and continued, "Worm Mother... Hahaha, Worm Mother..."
He seemed to have thought of something, and the madness in his expression was not concealed: "I finally see you again..."
Modima sighed and said, "I have prepared a gift for you. I believe you will like it."
Elvis said nothing.
As Modima spoke, a rectangular metal box shot out from the distant space, flashing with pale yellow starlight.
It emits a faint golden light, is about three meters long, one meter wide, and more than three meters high.
The box slowly opened under Modima's manipulation, and white mist rose out.
The moment he saw clearly what was inside, Boyce's violent pheromones burst out suddenly, and the entire space was filled with bloody murderous intent, making the universe seem like it had fallen into a pool of blood formed by the bones and blood of thousands of people, violent and cold.
The figure inside the box was very familiar.
His heroic sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes were deep, and his handsome face revealed an innate nobility.
Below the waist, the white jade snake tail is winding, warm and flawless.
Chapter 35
Silence.
The god of death raised his scythe, and the flames of hell burned coldly and silently.
Boyce's violent pheromones filled the air, filled with murderous intent.
Modima still maintained his abnormal and weird smile, as if a crude mask was welded to his face.
But the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and his trembling body showed the tremendous pressure he was under.
But he seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and could not feel the ferocious pheromones that could almost crush his bones. His eyes were fanatically and stickily staring at Elvis.
He seemed to be waiting for something.
Arrogantly confident of victory, yet also uneasy.
Excited... and terrified.
The man who slowly woke up in the metal box was flamboyant yet reserved, paradoxically and incredibly handsome, shining like a bright pearl.
But——it was exactly the same as Elvis.
The gushing white mist lingered, and the jade-white snake's tail meandered lightly.
The man in the box had light golden eyelashes trembling slightly, like a startled butterfly with its wings spread out, exuding endless elegance and lightness.
The azure eyes slowly opened, and before he knew it, the sweet fragrance spread silently.
Those were a pair of eyes that were overly calm and peaceful.
Mechanical, cold, and clear.
But it was also these blue eyes, identical to Elvis's, that instantly shattered the similarity between them.
The starry sky was dim, and Elvis and the man who opened his eyes were staring at each other as if across endless time.
The noble and arrogant agility and the mechanical and dull clumsiness.
They are like twins, with the same handsome eyes and eyebrows.
But just a pair of eyes of the same color made the man in front of him instantly pale in comparison to Elvis. The originally similar faces became clumsy and ridiculous in an instant.
"No--"
Modima's stiff mask was broken by the unmatched gap, and the corners of his lips maintained a funny and strange curve.
"How could this happen..." He murmured, his voice growing louder and louder, his insane despair almost breaking through this gradually decaying universe and reaching another time and space.
Elvis's indifference was like a heavy punch, shattering all his confidence in winning.
"It's different... not at all..." His voice faded away, as if he had exhausted himself to the point of losing his voice.
Elvis swayed his snake tail slightly, but did not even give Modima a look.
He swayed his snake tail, and although he was clearly in the void, he felt as if he was immersed in clear water. His movements were light, and in almost an instant he crossed the distance between him and the man in the box, which seemed close but was actually extremely far away.
"Ives..."
Boyce's vertical pupils were originally filled with cold murderous intent, but the moment they lightly touched Elvis, they were like spring flowers blooming, leaving only tenderness and lingering.
He called out with a hint of worry, the sound coming from the friction between the muscles in his throat being strangely low.
"I'm fine."
In the face of all these funny scenes, Elvis remained extremely indifferent, as if he was watching a crude and ridiculous performance and could not muster any interest.
Only at this moment did his expression soften and he smiled at Boyce.
This space was filled with a chaotic atmosphere. The turmoil from the fight between the female insects and the combat robots was still there, and now it was even more chaotic due to the violent pheromones.
The sweet smell emitted by the snake-tailed man in the box had unknowingly lingered around them. The female insects that gradually approached Elvis lost their minds and their eyes became blurred even though they were in the mecha.
Modima's mecha was equipped with some unknown device, but he was not affected and was still trapped in his own madness.
But Boyce, despite being clearly exposed, was not at all moved by the sweet smell, and instead one could see his extreme disgust.
The huge monster twisted its fleshy teeth and moved its tentacles in a hideous manner.
The cold and bloody pheromones had no intention of harmony. Regardless of the vague temptation, they ruthlessly crushed the space and expelled all the sweet smells.
Even all his actions were cautious, as if he was afraid of being contaminated by the slightest scent of the insect.
The corner of Elvis's lips curled up. Even without turning around, he knew that it must be a large dog that was frantically cleaning its fur to prevent it from carrying the scent of other people, fearing that its owner would be unhappy and kick it out of the house.
While thinking that he should write off Boyce's offense today for his high level of self-awareness, Ivis looked at the snake-tailed man in front of him who had the same appearance as him.
As he watched, his boredom disappeared and Elvis raised his eyebrows with interest.
It's an empty shell.
"He" has no soul, just an empty shell.
All actions are simply reactions to the stimulation of metal manipulators spread throughout the body.
The invisible spirit of Chanjin
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