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

Peranbo led Bai Meng through the winding underground corridors for more than ten minutes until they came to a closed door.

Bai Meng did not kill the guards and servant insects here, but just knocked them out, and also fed them insecticide just in case.

Ever since he swore an oath to the dead king insect in his sea of ​​consciousness, Bai Meng changed his view of all strange insects.

He said that he would shoulder the future of the Zerg, and he also accepted the title of Evening Flower King.

Therefore, he must minimize unnecessary casualties as much as possible. Under the collective consciousness of the King Insect, no insect is his real enemy.

Well, except for the Windsor bug.

Peranbo stopped and explained to Bai Meng: "This is where Diman stored his body."

"I was brought here once. There was a time when he was too bloodthirsty and warlike, and his body was damaged too much. I became a regular food."

Bai Meng asked: "Are all of Diman's bodies here?"

Peranbo shook his head: "I don't know."

"Diman's ability is similar to 004's collective consciousness, but he only has one consciousness, and what is clustered is his physical body."

"No one knows how many bodies he has. This is what Bafeng calls him—"

【Diaman Windsor, my immortal child.】

[Your soul is indelible, your life is longer than time, as long as darkness exists, you exist. ]

"I see. That's really troublesome, but it doesn't matter."

Bai Meng patted Peranbo's shoulder and comforted him, "At least tonight, you can treat him as your prey. I'm here, and you won't die."

"As for Baphomet Mammon, I will take care of it. I will make sure you witness his death with your own eyes."

"Consider it your gift for a new life."

Peranbo suppressed the bitterness in his eyes and said with a smile: "King, you have already given me a gift."

The contract that bound him to the Lorraine Group was valid for forty-five years.

Forty-five years later, he could choose to stay in Lorraine or not.

Bai Meng: ...I feel a little guilty. According to the age of the Zerg, Peranbo is almost A-level and can live at least three or four hundred years. Forty-five years...it shouldn't be considered unkind, right?

He is paid!

And it's very fair!

There is no internship period!

The idle chatter stopped here. Peranbo stood in front of Bai Meng and entered the ice cellar which was supposed to be cold and dark.

The cold is still cold, cold enough to freeze you to the bone.

But here for the first time the light came on.

The light came from a weak candlestick, from the cold light on a sickle made of black gold, from the red eyes of the insect waiting for them in front of them, and from the strange red pupils on the black bat wings.

"Welcome... your respected king, and... the lamb that has returned to the cage."

The insect that seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time opened its mouth. The voice was everywhere, and the eyes were everywhere, illuminating this cave that should have been dark in an ominous red light.

In the reflection of the red light, Peranbo clearly saw that all the coffins containing Diman's body were empty, except for a dark red horizontal line on the inner wall of the coffin due to years of blood and rotten flesh.

The door behind him closed automatically, and Bai Meng's eyes emitted silver light through his false pupils: "Diman Windsor? No, that's not right."

"Perhaps I should call you Baphom Mammon?"

"You are as sharp as I expected."

The insect, which had the same face as Diman Windsor but had black horns and bone wings full of eyes, slowly lowered its head and folded its wings, performing an extremely pious and respectful ceremony to Bai Meng.

"Greetings, my king. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

In this cave full of coffins, Baphomet Mammon, who is eerie and not insect-like, seems to have merged with Diman Windsor. It looks like a carefully crafted and long-awaited trap.

"Are you waiting for me?" Bai Meng slowly spread his wings consisting of only bones and stopped Peranbo behind him.

"I hope you will forgive me for any crudeness."

Baphomet Mammon stood up, and a kind look that had never been seen before appeared on the face of Diman Windsor: "Of course I am waiting for you."

"Without you, how can I... fight against my creator?"

"You and Beelzebub have a relationship where one gains while the other loses, right?" Bai Meng understood what he said and asked.

"Once your power exceeds that of Beelzebub, you will be able to control Beelzebub's life? So you devoured Diman Windsor in preparation for devouring Beelzebub in the future?"

"You are really smart," Ba Feng clapped his hands, and looked at Bai Meng with a look that was too loving. "You know what? More than a hundred years ago, I also saw a king insect as smart as you."

"That king bug loves to laugh, at least more than you do. You are always calm and collected, which is not in line with your age."

"His eyes were very gentle, like a pair of moons immersed in water. Later... Beelzebub dug out those eyes and placed them in the offspring of the king insect that was born after his death."

"Then, a male insect named Isa Windsor was born."

"He has the blood of that king bug, but he doesn't have the same soul as that king bug."

"Windsor's blood cannot contaminate the blood of the Overlord. It took Beelzebub more than ten years to completely replace his Overlord blood with Windsor's blood. So, except for his eyes, he no longer has anything that belongs to the Overlord."

"I have become a real Windsor bug, a Windsor bug that can call Beelzebub father."

"The Windsor Bugs have an instinctive love and appetite for the King Bugs. Only the King Bugs can fill the endless emptiness in their hearts."

He laughed sharply and sarcastically, and asked Bai Meng, whose face was gradually turning pale (feeling disgusted): "Dear king, every generation of male insects in Windsor will fall in love with the king insect that belongs to them. Do you want to guess whether the crown prince will also fall in love with you?"

Bai Meng really didn't want to vomit in front of the enemy insects.

But Peranbo really couldn't help it.

"vomit!"

He bent over and retched a few times: "So disgusting!"

He had never been so grateful that he was not a complete Windsor bug.

No one told him that the male insects in Windsor had such a custom. He was willing to swear to the queen that his sexual orientation was normal and there was absolutely no blasphemy against the king's feelings!

Otherwise, he will not only die alone, but also become impotent for the rest of his life!

"Oh - it seems that my lucky male son doesn't know this custom yet," Baphomet Mammon laughed, and then he turned his attention back to Bai Meng: "Respected King, you and I have a common enemy, so why don't we talk about a deal?"

"I will kill Beelzebub together with you. After that, I will willingly bow down to you and worship you as my king. And you... just need to give me some of your kindness and love."

"Let me go free, how about that?"