Zerg: I ​​am the real white moonlight in the Zerg

"Never heard of it."

Paten shook his head, and Bai Meng told him what Zishe had said, complaining one sentence at a time.

"Patern, how can I give orders to a bug I don't know?"

"I don't know, but I know how to make a bug obey."

"Patern, it seems that what I have done is far from enough."

"It's enough to make you famous in the history of the Zerg."

"Patern, the status of the King Bug is too heavy, I can't bear it."

"Then don't have this identity, just be yourself."

"Patern, those bugs are so annoying. I want to kill them all."

"You don't have to do anything. I can take care of them all."

"Patern, you don't seem to refute me."

Bai Meng buried half of his face in the pillow, leaving only the part above his eyes exposed as he stared at the screen.

"I seem to have said too many things that would annoy the bugs."

"No," Paten shook his head firmly in denial, and secretly took a screenshot: "Do what you want, Bai Meng, no matter what, I'm behind you."

Bai Meng was silent for a while, then said, "I want to thoroughly investigate the cause of Lorraine's death, Paten."

"Then check it out. Do you need my help?"

"No, no, I just want to tell you," Bai Meng closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Maybe I will kill a lot of bugs, a lot of them."

"Lorraine said he hoped that I would never have blood on my hands."

Patten's response was: "Can I lend you my gloves?"

Bai Meng opened her eyes and looked at him with a little confusion.

Paten said seriously: "Put on gloves so your hands won't get dirty."

"Even if it gets dirty, I will help you clean it. Once it's clean, Lorraine won't find out."

Bai Meng blinked his eyes. Paten's serious expression and childish words made his heart, which had been suppressed for a long time, feel light.

"No, I'm not used to wearing gloves." Bai Meng finally curved his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are right, I will wash my hands carefully."

Just like when he was a kid and got his hands dirty while playing with machines, Lorraine wouldn’t notice as long as he washed them in time.

Lorraine would never find out.

Paten nodded and felt relieved.

He was a little annoyed. What he said just now was like coaxing a baby insect, but it was enough as long as it could make Bai Meng laugh.

"How's it going on your end now?"

Bai Meng asked: "001 said you brought the female insect named Elvira with you?"

"Yes," Paten nodded, "I suspect he has developed a foresight ability by returning to his ancestry."

"Precognition?" Bai Meng half sat up and leaned against the head of the bed: "Prophecy? Prophet? This ability is rare, Paten."

"Did you make a deal with him?"

"He said he would help me gain the majority of the say on the front line," Patten tapped his fingers in thought as he sat in his chair, "but he didn't say what he wanted from me."

"But don't worry," Paten smiled and comforted Bai Meng who was frowning, "I only follow the principle of equal trade. If he dares to ask for too much, I don't mind losing an ally."

"001 will be your eyes, Patron."

Bai Meng said: "After dealing with the Diamond Galaxy, I will reach the Fire Cloud Galaxy as soon as possible to meet up with 008 and the others, and I will also find you as soon as possible."

"Be careful. The mental barrier I set up for you should be able to protect you."

Then Bai Meng approached the light screen and gently kissed Paten on the cheek.

"Protect yourself, Patron."

"…I will, Bai Meng, and you too."

Paten turned off the communication instantly after saying this. He then sat in the chair, staring blankly ahead, with a dark purple line crawling up his neck.

"Admiral, Harper and the others are here." Roda knocked on the door outside.

"…understood."

Paten used the collar of his military uniform to cover up the insect pattern and went with Rodda to pick up their old comrade.

Of course, there is more than just Harper's Black Hawk Pirates.

When the Third Legion was at its strongest, the number of insects reached as many as three legions.

Even though there were less than one twentieth of them left three years ago, any remaining insect was a veteran capable of fighting one against a hundred.

If they were given a chance, they would spread the faith of the Third Legion to every corner.

And... hatred can only be vented on the battlefield.

The first person Patern saw was Seville standing in the front.

"Admiral, former Major General Seville of the Third Legion reports to you!"

"Not a major general anymore, Sewell." Paten patted his mechanical arm, his eyes gently sweeping across the familiar faces behind him.

"Now, you are Lieutenant General Sewell."

Paten returned to the mothership and asked 001 to broadcast his voice to all the warships of the Third Legion to ensure that all the bugs could hear it.

"The Third Legion, also known as the Night Owl Army."

"To the night owl, the night is brighter than the day."

"We are diligent and loyal. We chase the souls of our prey at night, hunt invading enemies, and sound mournful horns for all our dead kin, so that their souls can return peacefully to the embrace of the Insect God."

"We cannot be frightened by the scythe of the god of death, and the invasion of foreign races will only fuel our hatred."

"Three years ago, we were invincible."

"Three years later, we are still invincible!"

"I know that many of you are on the battlefield for the first time," Paten's voice lowered slightly. "In the Third Legion, there will be no cowards who defect, and there will be no soldiers who flee from the battlefield."

"The terror of the alien race is far beyond your imagination. This is your only chance to leave."

"The Third Legion will stay here for half an hour. After half an hour, we will officially enter the Second Legion's defense line."

"If the bug wants to leave, this is the only chance."

Paten lowered the brim of his hat and turned to go back to his room.

A deafening sound came from the communicator, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Night Owl! Must win!"

"Night Owl! Must win!!"

"Night Owl! Must win!!!"

Patern curled his lips into a smile and turned back to the control center.

Waiting for half a star was obviously meaningless.

"Third Legion, prepare, enter the defense line."

"Yes! Admiral!"

At this time, the Second, Fourth, and Fifth Corps had already received advance warning from Patern.

But no one expected that there would be so many bugs in the Third Legion.

"This is a private soldier!"

The admiral of the Second Legion slammed the table and said, "It's impossible for them to still have so many bugs. This is even more than they had three years ago!"

"How is that impossible?" The admiral of the Fifth Legion sneered, "Open your eyes and take a good look. Any warship with the Night Owl engraved on it is a bug from the Third Legion!"

"According to the tradition of the Third Legion, all battlefields are territories. If they hadn't done that three years ago..."

The admiral of the Fourth Legion interrupted him with a cough, and the admiral of the Fifth Legion naturally changed the subject, looking with a half-smile at the admiral of the Second Legion opposite him and the silent Harlan Windsor.

"Look, they've come back with the money from three years ago."