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

So, Your Excellency the Holy Son is Marshal Fuchong?

Why don't you just say it's Commander Husband?

[It's Commander Fu-chan!]

A jealous, toxic pink-haired person was furiously spamming the screen.

[It could also be described as a general's worm.]

Amidst a barrage of comments like "It's Commander's wife!", the taciturn Mushroom, crouching in the shadows, secretly posted a message.

[It could also be a captain's husband or a sergeant's husband.]

This was posted by a shrewish woman using the account of a red-haired dog, who loves to stir up trouble.

There's nothing wrong with a military doctor being a slut.

This is a sub-female who suddenly and naively joins the battle.

Even assuming the worst, can't an ordinary military academy student possess a "husband-insect" (a euphemism for a sexually transmitted infection)?

This is at the very bottom of the family food chain.

Why are they all lowering their expectations?! (covers mouth and giggles.JPG)

But no matter how they fought, those below the rank of marshal were all rendered speechless by Lu Chong.

A bunch of official military accounts, complete with luxurious starship-themed gift effects, would push the live stream's popularity to unimaginable heights every time they appeared.

Although the official statement later clarified the matter on Weibo, clarifying that the term "husband bug" was a typo by the officer in charge of operations, it was not actually a "marshal's husband bug." His Highness the Holy Son is compassionate and loving, so it's normal for him to be a "husband bug" to the whole world.

However, the four characters "Marshal's Husband Bug" that were casually mentioned in the comments have already spread like a virus in the comments section and on various social media platforms.

As countless Zerg screamed that they should all "respectfully listen to the divine decree of the Zerg God," they all knew that the entire military was standing behind this benevolent lord.

The military's forceful intervention, while reminding the Holy Temple to distinguish between the two kings, also added a subtle endorsement from the most powerful violent institution to the prestige of "Holy Son Su Tang".

Not long after the incident escalated, Michael's AI communicator vibrated silently.

He glanced at it expressionlessly. He had just received a “friendly greeting” from the Holy Church’s propaganda office in the private insect encrypted channel. The briefing was accompanied by a screenshot of the live broadcast and a string of glaring comments such as “Marshal’s husband insect” and “Commander’s husband insect”.

[Dear Brother Michael, good afternoon.]

By the way, I heard I have a fiancée, is this the one?

[Thumbs up.JPG]

[But will you even be qualified to be the fifth concubine?]

[Good luck, Michael! Make the most of this gentleman and don't let the Holy See down!]

[(Strong.JPG) (Strong.JPG)]

【Ha ha.】

[Smiling Soybean.JPG]

Oh, by the way, when I come back in a few days, remember to introduce me to him!

"Snap!"

The AI's sturdy shell crumbled into dust between the judge's fingers.

Michael's face darkened. That damned Seraphim! He's been using the church's public account as his private account again. After all this time, he hasn't improved at all!

But no matter how angry Michael was, the tour continued.

Today's live stream was exceptionally lively because His Highness the Holy Son's sermon has basically concluded, and blessings will be bestowed at the next destinations of the procession!

Even before His Highness the Holy Son's blessing began, the audience's enthusiasm for Shatti had already been ignited by the stunning trailer that had been circulating on the Star Network.

That was a blessing personally bestowed by the Holy Son!

[All insects, stay calm and dry!]

The screen was constantly flooded with comments, but how many of them could truly calm down? Even those who were sending comments were probably already seething with anger!

Su Tang was also furious. If she hadn't been wearing a long dress that made it difficult to walk, she would have jumped up and down by now.

"What blessing! No one told us there was this part!" The little male insect, his face pale, stared blankly at the long line of eager believers below, completely dumbfounded. "I... I don't know anything about blessings..."

"Is this how you act as a Holy Son?" Michael asked coldly, his voice hard as he saw his expression. "Changing your mind at the last minute and saying you can't do it?"

Su Tang's amber eyes immediately filled with tears.

"No, I mean..."

Damn it, that's not what he meant!

The tears of male insects, how can they fall so easily!

The usually cold-blooded judge was somewhat flustered.

Should we wipe the male insect's eyes?

Should I hold him in my arms and comfort him like I did at the altar last time?

But what if this little thing shamelessly rubs against him with its tail hook again!

"I, you, you, you are not allowed to cry!" The judge stammered and whispered, which sounded so ridiculous.

But Su Tang was still startled, and tears streamed down her face from her watery eyes.

"No, I mean..."

Michael frantically circled Su Tang several times, unable to find a way to intervene. Finally, he could only kneel down in front of Su Tang, gently placing his arm around the little male insect's shoulder. The usually cold and hard female insect emitted a pinching sound that he himself found shameful:

"Please, I'm begging you, stop crying, Your Excellency... no, Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"Please stop crying..."

"It was my fault... I was too harsh. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for scaring you."

"But that's not what I meant."

"I mean, when you were a priest in the listening room, you did a very good job blessing people... didn't you?"

Su Tang looked up at Michael with teary eyes, "What?"

The little male insect had tear tracks on its face, and a tear was about to fall from its eye. Its amber eyes shone with a soft light, and its nose and cheeks were covered with a beautiful pink color, as if it had been painted with blush.

Michael's throat bobbed slightly. Damn it, at a time like this, he still had the mind to go after me!

The judge maintained his cold expression, shifting his gaze from the adorable little face, and spoke again in a harsh tone:

"There are many forms of blessing, the main purpose of which is to restore calm to the riotous spirit. Just like what you did when you were apprenticing with His Holiness the Pope, as long as the believers are satisfied."

The male insects' method of bestowing blessings is much simpler than that of the female insect priests.

Female clerics usually need to have special abilities, just like the butterfly race. Their racial characteristic is that their mental sea is relatively stable and they rarely rebel. Therefore, the butterfly race does not have a high demand for male clerics. Most of them can live a stable life on their own.

The abilities of the Butterfly Clan are mostly mental, so after becoming priests, they resonate with believers by adjusting their mental energy fluctuations to match their own, soothing their dark emotions and releasing their mental stress.

But Michael was clearly not among them. This judge, who inherited the same domineering nature as his adoptive father, or rather his uncle Raphael, had all the believers he "blessed" forcibly suppressed to the state before their mental seas collapsed by his immense and terrifying spiritual power.

This also meant that he didn't stay in the position of priest for very long before being reassigned to a job that was more suitable for him...

But no matter what method the female insect uses to "appease" the believers, nothing is as comfortable as the male insect's hormone, which has no side effects.

That's what makes male insects so amazing.

They could stop a war caused by the collapse of the spiritual sea simply by standing there quietly.

Su Tang clearly didn't understand Michael's implied meaning.

He looked at his delicate, white hands and felt as if he were about to cry.

Could it be... could it be that he...

Damn it! He won't back down!

He's destined to become a great demon king, a major villain!

That wretched Michael! Don't think that you can make him back down by making things difficult for him in this way!

The young male insect rallied, wiped away his tears, and with a look of grim determination, stepped onto his battlefield!

The appearance of His Highness the Holy Son caused the believers present to cheer excitedly.

Su Tang was already used to this kind of situation. She raised her arms and pressed them down to signal everyone to be quiet.

The believers fell silent instantly. Although it was a large square, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

During this parade, he was still wearing the new holy robe designed by the designer. It was still pure moon white, with a neat upper body and tight cuffs. The skirt was a pleated style that was somewhat similar to a horse-face skirt, making him look generous and dignified.

Inspired by the misaligned buttons from before, the designer highlighted the off-shoulder design of this outfit.

That's right, it's clearly a crisp, shirt-style top, but they insist on making the collar extend outside the shoulders.

The designer probably realized he had gone too far. After all, satisfying everyone's eyes is a minor matter; it would be a major issue if His Highness the Holy Son fell ill!

Therefore, a light short cape was added to the shoulders of this outfit, which was meant to conceal the fact that it was not properly covered up.

In this way, when Su Tang put it on, only her collarbone and a large area of ​​her chest were bare.

He didn't even need to wear a necklace, because the barely visible tassels were the best embellishment.

To make the outfit look less "simple," the designer added a number of accessories, such as a waist chain and anklet. Su Tang also wore a gorgeous chain on her head, with the largest pink star core crystal made into the shape of holy light, hanging down on her forehead.

Su Tang walked onto the stage as a lucky believer who had been selected through multiple rounds of trials and was ready to receive the "blessing," striving to maintain the solemnity of the "holy child."

But the male insect's right hand, hanging by its side, was unconsciously slightly curled up, its fingertips still bearing the slight stinging sensation from working in the listening room all day.

At the time, he was puzzled, wondering if these believers from another world had practiced some kind of cultivation technique, since they were all so shameless...

Later I understood. It turned out he was still with the Zerg, and he was beating up the female Zerg. No wonder they were all as thick as starship armor!

If it weren't for the system malfunction preventing him from using his evil qigong...

In short, he would never be so pathetic!

The more Su Tang thought about it, the angrier she became.

"The Father taught that divine grace needs no elaborate formalities." The little male insect gestured to the excited believers, pretending not to need to stand up. "Today, I, in the body of the Son of God, bestow upon you 'divine blessings' as a warning and to invigorate your spirits!"

Under the incredulous gazes of the local high priest and Michael, and in front of countless viewers on the StarNet live stream, the petite Holy Son unbuttoned his sleeves, rolled them up, and revealed a section of his fair and slender forearm.

Then, he aimed at the first tall female insect worshipper who was trembling with excitement and kneeling devoutly before him, and swung his arm in a wide arc—

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap landed squarely on the female insect's hard cheek!

The force wasn't great, but it was insulting... yet in the eyes of believers, it was overflowing with sacredness!

The female insect that was hit shuddered violently!

He covered his cheek, feeling the soft, cloud-like touch, and the male insect essence of His Highness the Holy Son that instantly became more active in the air, directly impacting his spiritual sea. He was so excited that tears streamed down his face.

"Thank you... thank you for the blessing of the Son! I feel it! The will of the Father blesses me! My soul is burning! Filled with power! Praise be to the Son! Praise be to God's grace!"

After the first demonstration, the believers who were waiting for the blessing went completely crazy!

They rushed towards the little palm of the Holy Son, like pilgrims, their expressions of being slapped more and more devout and happy than the last, as if it were not a slap, but a key to heaven.

The believers below the stage who were not chosen were filled with insane envy for those lucky ones.

"Your Highness! Please grant us a slap...and bestow your blessing!"

"Male Bodhisattva! Please grant me your blessings!"

"Let me feel the will of the Father! Come, Your Highness! My face is ready! Right cheek or left cheek, both would be even better!"

The fervent shouts below the stage were like a tidal wave; if it weren't for the paladins' forceful suppression, the believers would probably have already rushed onto the stage.

"No, don't rush!" Seeing the commotion getting serious, Su Tang quickly shouted, "All insects will be blessed! Everyone, line up properly!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd below stopped rebelling. The clever insects had already obediently stood on the steps leading up to the stage, queuing up to await His Highness's blessing.

There were a dozen or so lucky people on stage, while offstage...

Su Tang looked at the dark mass of people in front of her, all craning their necks and with burning eyes as if they were waiting for a feast, and her scalp tingled slightly.

He took a deep breath and moved his still trembling right wrist.

Fine, I dug this hole myself, I have to fill it in, even if I'm crying!

For...for his grand villainous cause! He'll fight to the death!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

A crisp sound echoed in the noisy square.

Su Tang wondered if it was just her imagination, but it seemed louder than in the listening room of the Star Emblem Cathedral. Perhaps it was because this place was closer to the mining planet, or maybe these female insects had just gotten thicker skin from years of hard work.

"Ahhh—! Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you for your divine grace!"

"Next! Hurry! It's my turn!"

"Your Highness! Please bless me wholeheartedly! I want to fully experience God's grace!"

"My face feels great too! Your Highness, please try this side as well!"

Su Tang gritted her teeth and raised her hand again.

Even though each of them is "blessed," the insects that have already received the blessing, smiling like the most devout fools, will still be quickly surrounded by their companions as they walk down the path full of energy.

They tirelessly asked, "How does Your Highness feel?" and "Is the male insect strong?"

Su Tang was initially a bit reserved, trying to maintain an elegant posture.

But soon, as the number of insects increased and the frequency accelerated, his modesty was long gone.

He swung his arms, almost like a fast, accurate, and ruthless assembly line operation, rubbing his increasingly sore right wrist with his left hand, while his right hand mechanically raised and lowered repeatedly.

If the right hand doesn't work, then switch to the left.

Even so, my palms were still red and hot, and eventually started to swell, with my fingertips burning with pain!

Damn it, are these insects' faces... made of stone?!

Damn it, how many more slaps are left to deliver!