These few tiny movements reveal elegance and strength.
Boyce's dark blue vertical pupils stared straight at Elvis, and the light flashing in his eyes was obsessed and paranoid.
The thick tentacles moved around his partner's thin waist, and the ends extended. The dark and hideous tentacles touched Elvis's jade-white cheeks, rubbing them gently, leaving light wet marks.
Elvis grasped the end of the tentacle and squeezed it with interest, but his eyes met Boyce's obsessed gaze. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a somewhat seductive smile.
He was extremely handsome, and had an air of arrogance and dignity that came from being at the pinnacle of power since childhood, looking down on everything without a care in the world.
With such an alluring smile, even the most selfless god would bow down to him, not to mention Boyce who always held him in the palm of his heart.
Boyce strode forward with quick steps. Although it was only a few steps away, he felt a sense of belonging after crossing thousands of mountains and rivers.
"What's the hurry? I won't run away." Elvis seemed to be complaining, but his tone was smiling, with the intimacy that came naturally from years of companionship.
With one hand he played with the tentacle that nestled neatly in his palm, and with the other he pinched Boyce's earlobe.
Ever since Boyce secretly increased his height, Elvis had to slightly raise his head to look at Boyce.
But he had long been accustomed to it, after all, Beuys's body was a behemoth.
Boyce obediently let Elvis knead him. The cold light in his vertical pupils that had gathered when he saw Elvis in danger dissipated, and a low snoring sound came from his throat. He was as docile as a wolfhound that easily exposed its soft belly according to the strength of its master. Although it was obviously a huge one, it was still acting coquettishly and adorable, craving for the comfort of its master.
Seeing Boyce relax, Elvis slowly let out a breath in his heart.
He felt the full satisfaction brought by the abundant energy throughout his body, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly relaxed a little.
He never forgot that nightmare, even though it was some abnormal, chaotic, and distorted fragments.
He didn't believe that it was just a dream. It was as if he had a certain premonition that that was the direction of the future.
All the overwhelming hatred and vicious murderous intent would not make him show any unacceptable softness. The only thing that made him tremble was Boyce's death.
However, his mental strength has been well-organized by him now, and it is so strong that the space cracks in his hands are as easy as kneading clay. The growing strength has eased his anxiety.
After teasing Boyce for a while, he not only relaxed Boyce from his tension, but also relaxed himself a little. But after all, there were still important things to do. Elvis pushed away Boyce's face that was leaning forward for a kiss, and looked at the vast sea of insects standing outside waiting.
"Alvin, go ahead and get busy. Just find a bug to take us over to see the imprisoned Modima."
Although the female insect is physically strong, she still inevitably shows signs of fatigue under the pressure of busy official duties.
As the rebels faced a brighter future, he faced more and more matters. Seeing how busy he was, Elvis didn't want to take up his time.
——In fact, the Worm Mother is not that understanding. It’s just that seeing Alvin being tortured by various documents made him think of Cedric, who is probably still in Gedsons and is overwhelmed by the mess of the disappearance of the Worm Mother and the King’s husband.
Cedric is a high-ranking Zerg who has always been in charge of Zerg affairs. To be more precise, he is the unlucky guy who has always been tortured by the willful Zerg Queen and his only husband.
Even the higher-level Zerg are hovering between being bald and not being bald every day.
"Lord Elvis, let Alan go with you." Alvin still had a lot of things to deal with. Although he felt a little regretful that he could not accompany Elvis, he still agreed and called Alan, who had been waiting outside the house for a long time.
Considering that Ivis was only familiar with a few Zerg in this world, and Alan was one of them, it would be more comfortable to let Alan lead the way.
Elvis had no objection. He turned around to glance at the tall Zerg who had become withdrawn after being rejected but still followed closely before he took a step forward.
Alan led the way.
Modima did not receive any special treatment because of his identity. He was imprisoned in the same place on the Silver Star as other male insects. So when they saw Allen taking Boyce and Ivis walking towards that place, all the female insects made way.
They were very quiet, without whispering, but staring at Elvis eagerly.
At this moment, Elvis keenly realized that their gazes towards Boyce had also changed.
Because the Zerg are born with a yearning for the Zerg Queen, although the Zerg here do not have exact memories, they always look at Elvis with this respectful yet fanatical gaze whenever they see him.
But when their eyes were cast on Elvis, they all ignored Boyce next to Elvis.
This is not to say that Beuys's presence is not strong. After all, Beuys's anthropomorphic form is cool and handsome, and his body is a behemoth. It's just that the Zerg will subjectively ignore Beuys. This is an act that is turned into reality by the urging of the subconscious.
But this situation changed after Boyce attacked Modima on the battlefield in front of many female insects.
Zergs admire the strong, especially those who are close to the Zerg Queen, who must possess strong strength.
This is how Beuys grew step by step from a king-husband who was just lucky to be chosen by the insect mother while still in the shell in the eyes of other insects, to a king-husband who had to acknowledge his unique status even though other insects were unwilling.
Elvis had long noticed that the female insects here ignored Boyce, but at that time, in his eyes these insects were just some strange travelers who appeared in front of him due to space cracks. The cooperative relationship between him and them was more out of his own curiosity. He could abandon everything and leave at any time, so he didn't care.
However, as the exploration of this world continued to deepen, Elvis realized that the Zerg here were his own Zerg, and he was happy to see the change in their attitude towards Boyce.
The place where the male insects are imprisoned is naturally not very luxurious, and can even be described as shabby.
Although Modima was not held in solitary confinement in another place, he still had a separate cell.
The male insect's body was not as strong as the female insect's, and Boyce maliciously left it in the cosmic rays, almost causing it to go into shock. Even after being rescued, Modima's face was as pale as paper.
He sat quietly on the simple bed, the arrogance in his expression faded, revealing his handsomeness.
Hearing footsteps, he slowly smiled.
Chapter 43
To be honest, with the current level of technology of the Zerg, the cells can be kept clean and tidy.
But the cell where the male insects were held was oppressively damp.
Modima sat on the bed, leaning against the wall and trying to sit up because of weakness.
It's called a bed, but it's actually just a rusty iron frame with a few dirty wooden boards stuffed together.
The male insect has been receiving the best resources since birth and has never suffered such injustice. He leaned against the wall, and his back was wet from the moisture on the wall and stuck to his skin. It was sticky and a bit itchy, making him feel uncomfortable and awkward.
But Modima remained silent, ignoring all the unspoken conflicts between male and female insects in a silence that was inconsistent with his usual practice.
As the footsteps got closer, the smile on his lips gradually faded.
This smile was extremely strange, filled with malice and impatience. The upward arc seemed to tear the corners of his lips apart.
He turned his head to look outside the cell, a sickly blush slowly spreading across his pale cheeks.
"You're here." He said in an exaggerated tone, as if to emphasize something.
Elvis first looked around the entire cell, and then shifted his gaze to Modima who was sitting inside the cell.
Feeling Elvis's gaze, Modima became more excited, and the blush on his face became more obvious.
"I knew you would come to see me." He didn't hide anything, and it seemed as if he was talking to Elvis, but also like he was talking to himself.
Elvis glanced at Modima twice, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he could actually see a hint of confidence in his smile.
"Remember Eric? I don't mind turning you into the same thing as him. After all, it won't hinder me in any way." Elvis didn't want to know what Modima was thinking, and he had no interest in exploring the weirdness and madness he showed - there was a king who always went crazy because of the slightest thing, and he was already very familiar with Modima's level of madness.
Now, he just wanted to get the information he wanted quickly.
The reason why Modima was given the right to choose was because he knew that there was a huge difference between the female Zergs holding a conscious Zerg Archon and holding a Archon who had been turned into a fool.
Since returning from the battlefield, Alvin had been busy communicating with the female insects of other groups and had not yet had time to interrogate Modima. Although the final results were similar, Ives still wanted to give them some leeway.
"Of course I won't hide anything from you. After all, you are the immortal insect queen!" Modima slowly smoothed the corners of his lips. The stiff curve seemed to be pressed flat by a big hand, which was terrifying and horrifying.
The tentacles on the ankles were wriggling and tightening. The dark blue vertical pupils of the tall Zerg behind him were fixed on Ives. I don't know when the tentacles that came out from the deep cracks on his back had locked the entire cell.
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