My evil self is completely unable to exert its power in the Zerg.

Su Tang was unaware of the female insect's power.

Su Tang's cat-like insects and female insects did not quarrel very often.

Because his female worms are all real worms, and they mature quickly, most of the time, as long as the cat worms are active, they can be checked directly.

And to be honest, the female insects aren't good at vocalizations.

Among the group of female insects, only Isaac was quite capable, mainly because he had the help of extra tools.

Su Tang didn't lack snow tea anyway, and the pampered cat-like insect willingly crawled into another insect's trap for the first time.

Morpheus's mouth was squeezed into a comical European shape by the little male insect.

The cat-like insect eagerly plunged in, and then let out a deafening, pitiful "wailing" cry.

"How could this happen?!"

The cat-like insect was on the verge of tears, while the confused little male insect had mostly regained his senses and was whimpering in the cat-like insect's arms.

Morpheus... that guy's teeth are like steel plates!

Yes, the female insect's teeth are very sharp.

Even if it's not insect-shaped, the female insect's teeth can easily crush the alloy.

Little did the little male insect know that when they had arguments with the females before, the females had been trying their best to control their strength and give in to him.

Now that Morpheus is unconscious, how could he possibly get his way?

Su Tang touched the caterpillar that had been scratched, looking like he was crying. Luckily, he hadn't used too much force, and the caterpillar hadn't broken his skin, otherwise he would have really turned into a little bitter gourd.

Unfortunately, the clarity that the cat-like insect gained from its setback quickly disappeared.

As the cat-like insects revived, Su Tang fell back into that half-dreaming, half-awake state.

He pinched Morpheus's cheek again.

Having learned its lesson, the young male insect never made the same mistake again.

The cat-like insects retaliated by crawling onto Morpheus's face, swarming around and wriggling about, before spitting their saliva on Morpheus in a way that was unsightly.

After bullying Morpheus, the young male insect turned its attention to Klein, who was standing nearby, and strode towards the white-haired female soldier with an air of indifference.

Su Tang vaguely thought:

Did Klein force me to watch it?

did not see it.

There's nothing we can do about that.

The cat-like insects even pupaed onto the marshal's head...

Cricket pupae, cricket pupae, cricket pupae...

Su Tang didn't know how many locations she had marked, but the cat was satisfied. Su Tang was also getting sleepy and just wanted to find a place to get a good night's sleep.

The main planet of the Imperial Central Military Academy, a planet renowned for its iron will, is now in an unprecedented silence.

The festivities were abruptly silenced.

The deafening music, the cacophony of insects, the roar of engines—all sounds of vitality and discipline vanished.

Instead, there was absolute tranquility.

It wasn't a peaceful sleep, but a complete and overwhelming descent into depravity, utterly engulfed by an irresistible torrent of sweetness.

The massive male insect essence, as pure as the first ray of light at the dawn of the universe and as powerful as a surging sea of ​​stars, transformed into an invisible, gentle tide centered on the academy's celebration venue, sweeping across every inch of air and every corner.

Indiscriminately, regardless of friend or foe, strength or weakness, it sweeps away the spiritual seas of all the Zerg within its reach with a tyrannical yet gentle manner, dragging them into the deepest, most unguarded dreamland.

In the square of the celebration, sleeping figures lay sprawled in various poses.

The severely wounded and dying female insects relaxed their furrowed brows in their sleep, their painful cries were replaced by even and long breaths, and the blood flowing from their wounds seemed to congeal more slowly.

The entire academy, and indeed this planet that prides itself on its iron-fisted discipline, fell into a deep slumber amidst the gentle aftershocks of the massive male insect essence.

Only the machinery remained, emitting a barely audible hum in the silence, like the slow but tenacious heartbeat of a planet under immense anesthesia.

The entire planet is like a clock whose pause button has been pressed by a god.

And the source of all this is now walking unsteadily along the long path leading to the magnificent main gate of the academy.

Su Tang was very tired.

He was used to going to sleep after satisfying his caterpillars.

But this time, perhaps the sleeping spot didn't suit him, or perhaps he couldn't find a pillow he liked, the little male insect walked unsteadily, searching for his comfort zone.

The tiny figure appeared as insignificant as a forgotten speck of dust in the vast, empty space that made even insects tremble.

His black hair was damp with sweat, with a few strands playfully sticking to his smooth, full forehead. His little face was rosy, like a ripe peach or a delicate flower.

Those large, amber eyes, which were always brimming with curiosity and energy, were now filled with a thick layer of mist, wet and glistening, like a hazy veil under the moonlight, their gaze unfocused and unfocused.

Su Tang was enveloped by a surge of drowsiness, her consciousness feeling as if it were soaked in thick honey, so heavy that she couldn't lift her head.

The little guy's steps were unsteady, his feet sinking deep and sinking shallow. Each time he lifted his tiny toes, it seemed like he was struggling, as if he were stepping on soft, fluffy clouds instead of hard alloy.

"Hmm..." The little male insect unconsciously made a muffled nasal sound, raised his little hand, and rubbed his heavy eyelids hard with the back of his hand, trying to dispel the sleepiness that was almost swallowing him up. "So...so sleepy..."

His soft, murmuring voice, with its heavy nasal tone, would make anyone who heard it feel wronged.

All around were sleeping figures lying haphazardly in various postures.

Familiar and unfamiliar, powerful and weak, they all lay quietly on the cold ground.

A hint of confusion flashed across Su Tang's face, and her little eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was trying to figure out why everyone was asleep.

But this useless thought was instantly extinguished by an even stronger wave of drowsiness.

A huge yawn burst from his mouth uncontrollably, bringing with it glistening tears that clung to his long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes, refracting into tiny specks of light under the simulated moonlight from the planet's constant-temperature system.

"I... want to go home... to sleep..."

This thought, like a faint firefly in the darkness, stubbornly flickered in his chaotic consciousness. Subconsciously, the direction of "home" seemed to still linger—the enormous gate of the academy.

As for why to go home and how to get home, these questions that require logical support have long been washed away by the enormous energy surging through my body and the extreme fatigue that followed.

Su Tang now has only one primal, instinctive desire: to find a safe, warm place, like all the insects around her, and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

He walked unsteadily, his small figure casting a lonely shadow on the eerily empty path.

In the distance, the academy's magnificent main gate stood majestically under the moonlight, its heavy alloy structure reflecting a cold, hard metallic luster, exuding an awe-inspiring air that kept insects at bay.

Closer, closer.

Su Tang felt as if her eyelids were welded with heavy lead blocks, and every attempt to open them was incredibly difficult.

My head felt like it was stuffed with countless wet cotton balls, soft, heavy, and dizzy.

Her steps became increasingly unsteady, and her body swayed as if she were drunk. Several times, her little feet tripped over her other foot, causing her to stumble forward, barely regain her balance, and then continue to stagger forward.

Finally, just a few steps away from that cold, massive door, overwhelming drowsiness completely overwhelmed the last bit of strength that supported her body.

With his eyes almost half-closed, relying on the last vestiges of his hazy sense of direction, he tumbled forward like a powerless cannonball, completely unprepared.

The expected sharp pain of my forehead or face slamming into the cold metal did not come.

He stumbled into a "barrier" that was exceptionally soft and warm, filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

It's like the finest velvet covering tough, elastic muscles, offering a soft yet undeniably solid support.

An extremely pleasant and lingering scent gently enveloped him, causing the energy within Su Tang's body to stir restlessly once more.

"Hmm?" The little male insect made a muffled nasal sound filled with sleepiness, burying its face deep in the soft "fabric," and subconsciously rubbing against it like a kitten that had found a heat source.

A deep, gentle voice came from above, like the lowest note of a harp being elegantly plucked, exceptionally clear and melodious in the still of the night, carrying a perfectly appropriate hint of apology:

"I'm very sorry! It seems I'm too late after all. Has the celebration of the Imperial Military Academy's 600th anniversary ended?"

The insect that made the sound was clearly unaware of what it had bumped into in its lower abdomen, and its tone carried the usual politeness and gentleness of a clergyman.

Su Tang groggily tried to lift her head. Large swathes of olive-colored hair cascaded down like the finest silk, the ends of which were tied with a thorn as a hair tie, flowing smoothly down to near her waist, swaying very gently in the night breeze.

When did Freya become Mount Everest?

Su Tang's gaze moved upwards with some difficulty, and then... upwards again... her small neck was almost tilted back to its limit, only to bump into a pure white veil.

It was a piece of fine, unblemished white silk. It was perfectly covered over the insect's eyes, like a sacred seal.

The edges of the silk were embroidered with intricate and ancient runes belonging to the Insect God Cult, shimmering with a faint silver light, which shimmered with a sacred glow under the moonlight.

Beneath the silk covering were a high, slightly exotic nose, a beautifully defined jawline, and pale yet well-defined lips that were now pursed in slight surprise.

This face gave the insect a strange sense of contradiction—it was clearly the ultimate in asceticism and holiness, yet the blindfold and the outstanding facial features subtly revealed a mysterious allure that drew the insect in, making it want to explore and unveil the veil.

But Su Tang only had one thought:

Wow...it's so high!

He felt like he was standing at the foot of a mountain, looking up at the summit.

The moonlight seemed to be mostly blocked by his towering figure, and the shadow, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, completely enveloped his small body.

He had to tilt his head back at almost a 90-degree angle to barely see the other person's well-defined jawline.

This insect... is just like a mountain covered with olive forests and sacred white snow!

Glahad Norman – the Holy Knight Commander of the Cult of Insect Gods, the adopted son of Archbishop Raphael, one of the largest races among the Insectoids, and an elder of the Lantern Cicada race.

He lowered his head slightly, a gesture that, for his towering nearly three-meter frame, was the greatest respect he could show to the small "obstacle" in front of him.

The female insect wore the solemn robes of a high-ranking paladin of the Insect God Cult: pure white as the base, symbolizing flawless faith; the collar, cuffs and hem were trimmed with emerald green ribbons symbolizing the cycle of life and eternal hope, and the ribbons were embroidered with miniature insect god runes in gold thread, which shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

A wide white cloak, embroidered with intricate sacred runes, draped over his back, fluttered silently in the night breeze, making him appear like an envoy descended from the divine realm, exuding an untainted holiness and an inviolable majesty.

"Hello?" Glahad spoke again, his voice still gentle, but his brows, covered by a white silk scarf, furrowed slightly with a hint of confusion.

Then, he stretched out his hand, which was large and had distinct knuckles, enough to easily envelop Su Tang's small head—with the composure unique to a priest, as if he wanted to steady the insect that had bumped into him.

However, just as his warm fingertips were about to touch Su Tang, he froze in mid-air as if struck by an invisible electric current.

The face covered by white silk turned towards Su Tang's face with extremely slight but precise movements.

The eyes, hidden by the sacred silk and never opened, seemed to be viewed by a gaze beyond sight, piercing through the physical barrier and landing precisely on Su Tang!

"This aura... Are you a male insect?"

The next second, a sweet scent, so rich it was almost liquid, with an unbelievably powerful soothing and seductive force, emanated from the small body in front of him, washing over his senses and warming his soul.

This aura was so vast and boundless, like a newly born nebula, yet it also carried a completely opposite, innocent and naive feeling, like a divine bird that had just hatched from its shell, unconsciously and wantonly scattering its own brilliance!

The Grahde earthquake was a pupil-less earthquake.

A young male Zerg, utterly defenseless yet possessing the power to overturn the Zerg's understanding, is exposed in the open, unprotected, and dangerous area of ​​the academy gates.

All the guards who were supposed to protect him disappeared... no, there were no guards at all!

Glad's heart sank. He had sensed something was wrong as soon as he stepped off the spaceship. So that's what it was... The entire planet was completely silent, with no insect activity whatsoever—this was supposed to be a celebration!

What does this mean? It means that at this very moment, any passing civilian spaceship, even the most basic one, might casually scan the ground; it means that any interstellar wanderer or bounty hunter with ulterior motives who senses abnormal energy fluctuations happens to pass by; it even means that a runaway cleaning robot or a trivial energy pipeline leak could cause such an event…

All of these could cause irreparable and devastating damage to this tiny life, which is as fragile as glass and as precious as a star's core!

By the Zerg God! This is a disaster wrought by divine grace! It is a blasphemy against the future of the entire Zerg race!

Glahad felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by an icy hand.