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[Worker Bee: 50 Universal Energy Sources]

[Ziggling x2: 50 General Energy]

[King Worm: 100 Universal Energy]

[Queen Insect: 150 General Energy]

[Cockroach: Not unlocked]

[Queen Insect: Not unlocked]

Rhodes immediately exchanged for 8 Zerglings; he desperately needed protection.

[Exchange successful. Current remaining Universal Energy: 800]

[Transferring in progress]

A flash of white light appeared, and several eggs covered with hard shells emerged from mid-air and landed on the carpet inside the room. Each egg was pulsating and radiating vigorous vitality.

A dozen seconds later, accompanied by the sound of eggshells cracking, eight lively springtails appeared in front of Rhodes.

Orange eyes, a shell covered in bone spurs, two pairs of sharp front claws, and sharp teeth dripping with saliva.

Without a doubt, this is the Zergling, a unit in StarCraft 2 that can dominate both the early and late game. If compared to the Terran Zerg units in this world, its status should be similar to that of the Rifleman and Blademaster.

Rhodes looked at his guards and suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to directly sense the presence of these zebras, and even see the world through the senses of each zebra.

So, does this mean they've also incorporated the Zerg Psionic Command Network from StarCraft 2 into their own system?

come.

Rhodes tried giving a command to one of the springtails, and the springtail immediately fluttered to Rhodes' side, obediently lowering its head. Rhodes then subconsciously patted the springtail's head, just like he would pat his dog's head.

Of course, it didn't feel very good to the touch. It was not only hard and prickly, but the springtail's shell also had a layer of wet, sticky liquid that got on his hands.

Go and check the situation outside for me.

Rhodes opened the black and gold gate and released the springtails.

Meanwhile, outside Esperan's planetary governor's manor, a group of armed rebels had completely surrounded the manor. Among the rebels, a richly dressed nobleman and several uniformed guards were bound hand and foot and hung from the crowd.

"In the name of pain, forge bliss! Dedicated to the Prince of Pleasure!" The leader of the rebels pulled out a dagger, first slashing a bloody wound on his own body, then, with a look of ecstasy, extended the blood-dripping dagger towards one of the guards.

One slash, two slashes... He seemed oblivious to the near-suicidal cries of the soldiers before him, completely immersed in the pleasure of torturing others.

Blood pooled on the ground, and a few minutes later, the first tormented guard lowered his head and fell completely still.

"Your Excellency Governor Pawi, do you and these people still not remember where the visitors to your residence stayed?"

The middle-aged man called Pavi trembled: "No...no...I think you might be mistaken, we don't have any guests at our residence..."

"What a pity, then I can only continue to offer you all to the Prince of Pleasure one by one." Upon hearing this reply, the leader of the rebels shook his head. "The guards of that distinguished guest have all been wiped out by us, and there is no one left to bring the message back to his flagship."

The blood-stained dagger was then extended towards the next guard.

One by one, the corpses, no longer recognizable as human, ceased to breathe, until finally, only Governor Pawi and one of his guards remained.

As the dagger was about to be thrust at him, Governor Pawi finally couldn't bear it any longer. He didn't want the dagger to cut hundreds of non-fatal wounds on his body and then peel away his skin inch by inch.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! The wandering merchant is in the building on the north side of my manor. Please, let me go."

"Uncle! How could you submit to these heretics?" The last remaining guard looked at his distant relative, the most noble person on the planet, Governor Pavie, with astonishment. He had just betrayed his country and joined the enemy.

As one of the ordinary civilians born on the planet Esperan, Lope was taught from birth to always be loyal to the Emperor and their lord, Rhodes, the de facto owner of the planet and the ruler of the Kylo Vandrick dynasty.

Even though life wasn't wealthy, his mother instilled this idea deeply in his mind: at least on Esperanza, this atypical agricultural world planet, he could see blue skies and fields of crops, and still have enough to eat.

His mother was once a member of the lower class in another agricultural world. It is said that in that agricultural world, the sky was dyed orange by gaseous fertilizers, and everything in sight was shrouded in fog. Thanks to such an atmospheric environment, the average age of countless lower-class workers was no more than thirty years old.

To protect her newborn son, his mother scraped together all her savings, boarded an unregistered merchant ship, and smuggled him to a planet home to their distant relatives. Under Rhodes's policies at the time, their actions were tacitly approved.

His mother successfully located her cousin, Pave, the governor of the planet.

Perhaps to Pave, the mother and son were just a burden, but out of respect for his position as governor of the planet, Pave still gave Lope a job as a guard soldier, enough to support them.

However, due to a lingering illness from his past, Lope's mother passed away a few years ago. Since her death, Lope's life motto has become loyalty to the Emperor and the Van der Reich dynasty.

Lopez could not accept that his cousin had actually succumbed to the cultists of Chaos.

"Shut up, Lope! To hell with this emperor! If he were really here, how could we have ended up like this!" Governor Pavie roared at Lope, nearly collapsing. "And that damned merchant ronin! If his personal guards hadn't been so incompetent at even a simple rebellion, how could we have ended up like this!"

Then Pavi turned to the leader of the apostate army and gave him a fawning smile: "I'm willing to join your ranks and worship that... Prince of Pleasure! I'll take you to the merchant ronin's quarters right now, as long as you spare my life!"

"Very good. As long as you are willing to join us and share the bliss brought by the Prince of Pleasure, we are happy to accept you~" The pale-faced rebel leader licked the still-damp blood from his dagger and gestured for Pavi to lead the way.

"As for you, I'd be happy to invite you to be one of the subjects of my performance with that wandering merchant." The leader of the apostate army turned to look at Lope again, as if admiring the image of the man about to become a corpse.

Governor Pavie and Lope were led by a group of apostate soldiers, slowly making their way towards the north side of the governor's estate.

Dozens of meters away, a pair of orange insect eyes peeked out from the garden shrubs of the governor's estate, taking in everything that had just happened.