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

The dark forest stood silently, swallowing up all the light without leaving a single gap.

But closer to the ground, the everlasting evening primroses spread the moon's afterglow to every pair of eyes gazing at them, naturally including the king's messengers coming from afar.

The lord of this galaxy received them personally.

"If you dare to tell any lies with your cunning tongue and fool us in the name of the king——"

Puro wore a pure white evening primrose mask that covered the upper half of his face, and looked at the three bugs with scrutiny and warning.

"In the name of the evening primrose, I will personally squeeze you into fertilizer."

This is a church. Various shapes of moons are carved on the four sides of the church: new moons, crescent moons, waning moons... until a full moon hangs at the highest point in the center of the church, and light similar to moonlight shines on the three insects below the church.

Hetis patted his chest and hid his big self behind Nie: "Oh, oh, so fierce."

He pulled Nie back a few steps and clenched his fist to encourage Christine: "Mr. Christine! Come on! It's your turn!"

"Go ahead, Mr. Christian! Show them how powerful you are!"

Pro and the others wearing sunset flower masks immediately shifted their vigilant gazes to Christine, and You Chong took out his weapon to block Pro.

Christine moved her toes awkwardly and pressed the veins on her head back, wondering why the mature and steady Hermann would raise such a jerk.

At this time, Christine did not have the same awareness as Sulin. If he knew Hatir, or had seen Hermann's resentful look at his father, he would not think so.

The mental state of the Sith family has always been so irrational.

Christine took a step forward, lowered her head humbly, put her left hand behind her, and bowed to the insect in front of her.

Then he stood up and introduced himself to Pro: "My name is Christine Misai, the current head of Misai. I hope my fellow countrymen will forgive me for my inadvertent visit."

"Compatriots?"

A bug wearing a platinum mask sneered, "I haven't heard this word from you for five hundred years."

"What? Is it really like what the boss said? Did your head get caught in the door?"

Christian didn't pay attention to the mocking words. He just smiled and revealed Hestia who was yawning in boredom behind him.

Christine pressed back the vein on her head again.

He then took a deep breath to steady his tone, and said, "I have not joined the King's Guard. I am just a stepping stone to show you that our identities are correct."

"The one behind me is the king's messenger, Mr. Hestia Sias of the Lorraine Group. I think you should know that the Lorraine Group is the king's industry."

Several insects wearing masks looked at each other, huh? Did they know? When did they know? Did the boss know?

Pro was just guessing about the Swan Galaxy issue. He shook his head honestly, "I don't know. Thanks for letting me know."

Christine choked. No wonder Hestia had the ability to do this but still wanted him to accompany her.

It turned out that the male insect was hiding so well.

"Your identity," Pro looked at Christine, "I will personally verify it with Jeremy Messiah."

"As for the so-called king's messenger you brought..." He glanced past Christine and his eyes fell on Hestia, who was looking at him with interest. In the brief but almost suffocating silence, Pro turned around and knelt on one knee devoutly in front of the tall silver statue behind him.

The insects around him wearing evening primrose masks followed him and knelt on both sides of Puro.

They prayed to the statue in unison with the same devotion.

"Please, my king, bestow blessings upon your loyal people."

"If there are despicable people who are good at deceiving and cheating and defame your territory, please allow us to respond with the most cruel and brutal punishment, and turn their cunning tongues and dirty flesh into the sweet rain of your sunset (evening primrose), so that your sunset (evening primrose) will be immortal."

“This is the most noble and merciful punishment.”

"But... if a messenger loyal to you sets foot on this ruin hidden in the darkness and conveys your will and truth to us, it will be the salvation we have been waiting for a thousand years. Please guide us, should we give him the most poisonous wine or the delicious wine?"

Hestia leaned closer to Christine: "Do you know what they are doing?"

Christine shook her head: "If it's a female grandpa, he should know. No insect knows the ritual of worshiping the king insect better than him."

Hestia raised an eyebrow: "Will this prayer really be answered?"

White petals suddenly fell on Hestia and Nereid.

Nirvana poked Hestia: "Master Bug, look."

Hestia looked up and found that the faceless statue was emitting silver light.

The light was not very bright and could only barely ignite the full moon above the statue.

The pure white petals fell from the full moon.

Hestia half covered her mouth, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching under her palm, and then she couldn't help frowning.

Even with the development of Zerg technology to this day, there are still many things that cannot be explained by science.

A miracle that can determine faith? I have never heard of it. Is it a blessing left by a former king? Or is it the insect god? Or is it some kind of ancient lost divination ritual?

But it doesn't seem very accurate.

Hestia raised her hand to tell the insects to calm down.

He shook off the moonflower petals on his shoulders and walked in front of them. Nie Zhongcheng followed him one step behind, while Christine stood there with her arms folded.

What is this guy going to do now? Hasn't he passed the test?

"There is one thing I still need to emphasize."

Hestia's tone was less casual, and more resolute, a tone that convinced the insects more than death: "We don't believe in the so-called king insect."

"It just happens that our young master is the king bug, do you understand?"

Nie bent down, put his right hand on his chest, put his left hand behind his back, and bowed to the Proro and other insects opposite him: "Please forgive me, just like you don't want insects to tarnish your faith, I, the main insect, and I also cannot tolerate any concessions or doubts."

"Our young master is not equal to the king bug."

"I understand." Pro nodded.

"You are believers of only one king."

Puro bent down and offered the most sincere respect and admiration to the two insects: "Even so, you still deserve this respect."

Not far away, Christine pondered over that sentence and murmured, "Are they followers of only one king?"

If the king you serve dies, will you follow him or continue to live?

There are twelve major galaxy clusters within the Zerg's empire.

The Emperor Galaxy, the Depra Galaxy, the Diamond Galaxy, the Fire Cloud Galaxy, the Swan Galaxy, the Night Owl Galaxy, the Rose Galaxy, the Deep Blue Galaxy, the Satan Galaxy, the Crow Forest Galaxy, the Thousand Eyes Galaxy and the last, the Unspeakable Eros Galaxy.

As the galaxy cluster with the most ocean planets, the main star of the Deep Blue Galaxy is a completely frozen planet.

If there is still some insect smoke in the Huoyun Galaxy, then even the most desperate desperado on this planet will not escape to this planet.

There is no hope, this place is a cold hell.

However, a figure was approaching from afar, walking in the snow and wind that was strong enough to crush insects.

He wore a black cloak, letting the hood blow off by the cold wind, revealing his long platinum hair that looked like the sun.

Helios once again walked in the direction he remembered, and this time he did not feel any anxiety or uneasiness in his heart.

He came to find his lover.

Helios leaped off a cliff made of solid ice, and the tentacles under his cloak formed a huge net to catch him, then returned to his cloak.

When he reached the foot of the cliff, Helios stopped.

The cold wind cannot blow here, the sun cannot shine here, and the sun here cannot even melt the snow on the surface of the planet.

There is only a layer of transparent and extremely solid ice here.

Helios stood on the ice and leaned over, scraping away the snow covering the ice with his gloved hands until a vague insect shadow was revealed.

"I've come to see you, Sais."

"Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."

Helios' tone was extremely gentle. Sixty-three years had made this love even deeper and sweeter.

"Our bug cub must still be alive."

"When will you open your eyes?"