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

For a fleeting moment, the Paladin Commander's face, covered by a white silk scarf, went completely blank.

So, the little male was dreaming, haha...

Even with his powerful perception, he couldn't fully decipher this highly erratic, childlike, and vividly descriptive dream.

A black spider? A giant scythe? A scorpion exploding? This sounds like... a dream about spiders and scorpions fighting? How cute! Do male insects even have dreams like this?

Glahad turned his head away, as if this distraction would make him forget his filthy thoughts from just now.

But an upright and honest soul could not forget its own baseness. The paladin's ears turned red, and soon shame covered his entire body, like a boiled shrimp.

Glahad couldn't help but condemn himself inwardly. He had truly failed the teachings of the Insect God Cult, not only disrespecting a noble male insect, but also wantonly distorting a pure and innocent heart.

The Paladin Commander condemned himself for his sins and decided to punish himself with one hundred lashes as a warning to others.

but not now.

The male insect in his arms still needs him. When the insect wakes up, he will plead guilty on his own. If the male insect is not satisfied with the punishment, Glahad will ask the male insect to propose a punishment until the insect is satisfied.

After calming down, Glahad finally had time to think about why a delicate male insect would escape alone to the main gate of the Imperial Military Academy.

Recalling the message sent by his female brother Michael, this gentleman is very likely one of the students enrolled at the Imperial Military Academy...

Could it be that something went wrong at the previous celebration?

Is the Imperial Military Academy or the military involved in this?

What roles are the major families, business groups, and the Xiongbao Association playing in this?

Countless questions flooded into Glahad's mind, making his face, covered by a white silk cloth, appear even more solemn and serious.

However, putting a male insect in such danger is a heinous crime.

It seems that taking this gentleman back to the Cathedral of Starshine and entrusting him to the personal protection and guidance of his foster father, His Majesty Raphael, is absolutely the right choice.

The Insect God Cult has the responsibility and the ability to protect this precious grace and guide it onto the right path.

He slightly tightened his arms around Su Tang, his movements still gentle, yet carrying a more resolute sense of protection. The Paladin Commander's heart told him that he must not allow this nascent power to be led astray or fall into danger.

After all, the future of the Zerg rests on the warmth in their arms.

After sailing for an unknown period of time, the shuttle shuddered slightly and its speed began to decrease significantly.

The view outside the window has changed.

No longer the deep universe and distant nebulae, a magnificent star field appeared before us, beyond words.

Countless fragments of stars, large and small, radiating a soft, holy light, floated in the void like diamonds casually scattered by a deity, collectively guarding the indescribable existence at the very core.

It was a palace of unimaginable size, constructed entirely of some kind of warm, lustrous jade, or rather, a sacred mountain suspended in endless starlight.

Its entire body was enveloped in a warm, milky-white halo, with countless towering spires piercing the starry sky, and golden flames symbolizing the glory of the insect god eternally burning at the top of the spires.

The massive complex of buildings is built layer upon layer, clinging to the mountainside. Countless enormous, colorful stained-glass windows depicting the origins and epic beliefs of the Zerg refract the light of the starry sea into dreamlike bands of light that envelop the entire sacred mountain.

Countless small shuttle boats, also gleaming with the luster of white jade, like sacred birds returning to their nests, quietly circled and moved in and out along invisible tracks.

This is the heart of the Zerg Cult, the beacon of faith, and the ultimate symbol of the spiritual home of countless Zerg—the Cathedral of Starshine.

If it weren't for the shuttles coming and going and the occasional robot bugs sweeping the streets, this would seem more like a magical Western fantasy world than a science fiction interstellar world.

The shuttle carrying Glahad, like a drop of water flowing into a stream, merged into the returning "sacred birds," and smoothly sailed along a specific light path towards a suspended platform on the side of the cathedral, guarded by a huge "angel" statue.

The shuttle gently docked on the platform, and the hatch slid open silently.

The outside is not the cold vacuum of space, but a space gently enveloped by a huge energy field.

The air was fresh, carrying the unique scent of St. Star Cathedral, a blend of ancient incense and sacred energy.

The platform is paved with huge jade stones engraved with prayers, and is as smooth as a mirror.

Grahide, holding the still-sleeping Su Tang, slowly got up and stepped out of the shuttle.

The night breeze gently caressed his olive-colored hair and white cloak.

The imposing Paladin Commander stood on the edge of the suspended platform, his face covered with white silk, gazing at the magnificent temple bathed in eternal starlight. His towering figure, set against the backdrop of the enormous statue, still appeared to reach the heavens and the earth.

Su Tang seemed disturbed by the subtle changes in the outside world. She nuzzled her little head against Gelahead's chest again, letting out a soft, satisfied nasal sound. Her little hand was still unconsciously clutching that strand of olive-colored hair as she slept even more soundly.

The small body nestled trustingly against the Paladin Commander's left chest, as if it had found the safest haven.

Glahad lowered his face, which was covered by a white silk cloth, as if gazing at the sleeping cub in his arms for a moment.

His spiritual senses gently swept across the deep archway leading into the cathedral.

A familiar yet vast, gentle yet unfathomable spiritual force, like a warm ocean current, is quietly waiting.

That was his adoptive father, His Majesty Raphael Norman.

It was clear that their adoptive father already knew of their arrival.

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A deathly silence, like a cold, heavy sheet of lead, pressed down on every inch of the main planet of the Imperial Central Military Academy.

The massive amount of male hormones slowly dissipated like the receding tide, leaving behind a heavy, sluggish feeling of consciousness struggling to rise after being forcibly dragged into a deep sleep.

Klein was the first to regain consciousness.

The marshal's icy blue eyes snapped open, sharp as a hawk's, yet a rare hint of confusion lingered deep within his pupils.

Immediately, that confusion was completely shattered by the sudden surge of alertness.

The white-haired female insect, almost entirely relying on her honed fighting instincts, straightened her body like a taut bowstring before her mind had fully returned to normal.

The dark blue military uniform was without a single wrinkle, and the straight back was like an eternally unyielding javelin.

He stood on the high platform, his gaze like two sharp blades tempered with ice, instantly sweeping across the square below!

The celebration site was a mess that had not yet been cleared; the wreckage from the explosion, the overturned decorations, the scattered weapons... it was like a ruin after a war.

However, what truly made Marshal Klein's heart stop was the sight of those figures lying in various postures and haphazardly. At this moment, these men were like puppets being manipulated by an invisible hand, beginning to make subtle movements; they too were awakening.

But one is missing!

That little, most precious treasure is gone!

"Su Tang!" A low, cold roar, filled with shock and anger that could freeze the air, rolled out from Klein's throat like muffled thunder.

A terrifying mental force, like an out-of-control tidal wave, instantly swept outwards from him, ruthlessly engulfing every corner of the square, penetrating the alloy walls, and covering every inch of space beyond the reach of sight.

No!

He couldn't find the person he wanted to see anywhere!

There was only a blank space left after being bathed in male insect hormones, carrying a soothing aftertaste!

An unprecedented storm, a mixture of rage and deeper fear, exploded in Klein's mind!

For the first time, a clear crack appeared on his perpetually icy, stern face, and a terrifying rage was brewing deep within his icy blue eyes.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze like a solid icicle, piercing Morpheus, who was closest to Su Tang.

"Where are the bugs?!" Klein's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling intent capable of crushing everything.

The spider had returned to its normal form. Half of its face, visible beneath the shadows of its disheveled black hair, was as pale as a dead insect. Its once deep, scarlet eyes were now filled with an unfathomable, lifeless stillness and self-loathing, like a dry well.

He regained consciousness almost immediately after Klein woke up, and at the same time confirmed the worst possible outcome.

"I... got knocked down."

Morpheus's voice was hoarse and dry, each word like rough sandpaper rubbing against the skin, "That power... was too sudden, too immense... too pure... to resist..."

He tried to explain, but his voice grew softer and softer until all that remained was a weak tremor.

Lancelot also woke up at almost the same time.

The pink-haired female soldier quickly shifted from a lying position to a tense, alert one. Her violet eyes opened, still holding regret and shock from her delayed reaction. She, too, had sensed Su Tang's disappearance immediately!

"Marshal! I..." Before he could even apologize, a powerful, suffocating mental pressure, like an invisible hammer, slammed all his words back into his throat! Cold sweat instantly soaked through his magnificent shirt.

"waste!"

Klein's voice was like a polar storm as his gaze swept across the increasingly noisy square below.

The awakened female insects wore blank and confused expressions, followed by shock at the strange phenomenon on their bodies—those who were seriously injured and on the verge of death had miraculously stabilized or even begun to recover while they were asleep.

But this brief moment of relief instantly turned into boundless panic under Klein's terrifying aura, which was capable of freezing everything.

All the insects realized that something terrible had happened!

The roar was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the panic and rage in the hearts of all the awakened female soldiers in the square. Lord Su Tang, a male insect! The empire's treasure! They had just miraculously recovered thanks to his immense power, and in the blink of an eye, under the protection of all their insects, he vanished!

Shame! Utter shame! Whispers of anger and fear began to gather, like a volcano about to erupt...

Just then, a tall, muscular figure, exuding a strong aura of gunpowder and blood, burst out like a cannonball, breaking the noise.

The red-haired female soldier had just finished a brutal mission in a distant star field, a battle against the infamous Panxing Beasts. Her face was still smeared with dark bloodstains, whether from the enemy insects or herself, which she hadn't had time to wipe off.

Rohart's armor was damaged, but his eyes burned with the fierce fighting spirit of an enraged ancient beast.

He strode towards the command platform, his body radiating exhaustion and the ferocity of battle. His rough voice boomed excitedly, "Klein... Reporting to the Marshal! Mission accomplished! I blasted that scum's lair to smithereens! Where's the Lord? I brought him the rarest sweet crystal ore from Obsidian Star..."

His roar suddenly stopped, like a beast being choked.

He saw Klein's face on the high platform, frozen for millennia yet brewing a world-destroying storm; he saw Lancelot's deathly pale, distraught expression; he saw Morpheus's gloomy demeanor, almost blending into the background shadows, radiating a dense, deathly stillness; and he saw the faces in the square, just awakened, their faces bearing the marks of survival yet unable to conceal their bewilderment...

An ominous premonition, like venom, instantly seeped into Rohart's heart, freezing all his blood and the euphoria that had just boiled over from victory.

"What happened?"

"Where is the lord?" Rohart's voice suddenly changed, trembling with an immense fear that he himself was unaware of.

He rushed to the foot of the platform, looked up at Klein, and his dark golden eyes were now filled with a panic as if the sky were falling. "Where...where is he?!"

Mania and fear gripped him, making him even ignore Klein's fury, which was enough to freeze insects to death.

Klein did not answer, but the storm in his icy blue pupils grew even more violent.

This silent answer is more devastating than any words.

Rohart felt a "buzz" in his head, as if the entire universe was exploding and collapsing right next to his ears!

The once mighty body, which had fought against hundreds of enemies in the sea of ​​stars without trembling, now swayed uncontrollably.

The sweet crystal ore slipped from his unconsciously loosened hand and crashed onto the alloy floor with a crisp cracking sound, just like his shattered heart at that moment.

The blood-stained face instantly lost all color, leaving only a deathly despair.

The sky has truly fallen! He just went on a long trip... and his only, most cherished, and powerful ruler... has vanished?!

"No... Impossible!!" A heart-wrenching roar, like that of a wounded, dying beast, exploded from Rohart's chest, instantly engulfing the entire plaza.

"Who?! Who did this?! I'll tear him apart! I'll grind his bones to dust!!!"

The red-haired female's dark golden eyes swept over all the female insects present, and she noticed something in the mouths of several house insects she considered brothers—a familiar taste, a familiar color, something she had once enjoyed immensely.

That was... Su Tang's... male insect...

"You...you..." Rohart couldn't believe it. Had these guys gone mad? Giving the male insect...giving...

"You...ate him! How dare you!"

The female insect's eyes instantly became covered in the bloodshot veins of the terrifying insect, and her violent mental energy overflowed uncontrollably, causing fine cracks to appear in the alloy floor beneath her feet. She turned to Morpheus and Klein, who had the most white marks on their bodies, and said, "You deserve to die!"

"Found it!!"

Just as Rohart was about to transform into a fire-breathing dragon, Isaac's voice came like a timely rain.