[Science Fiction Interstellar GL] Queen of Worms

torn, broken.It doesn't matter what words you use, but the Thunderhawk just lost control and kept flying crookedly.Metia crouched on it, her tentacles penetrated into the cockpit, stuffed into the alloy layer.After she transformed them into solid bodies, the machine rattled as it was overwhelmed.Then she easily tore open the fuselage from the inside, holding the cockpit in front of her.Although she didn't understand the structure of this kind of aircraft at all, she knew that the most central thing could be easily destroyed by peeling it off.

Medea raised her wings high and plunged into the specially designed cockpit for multi-directional interstellar operations.There was still an inexplicable vibration from behind, and it was not necessary to think that the flying dragon was preying on other Thunderhawks.

Ignoring those, she filled the cockpit with acid, and then squinted slightly to stare at the transparent cavity.There was nothing left in it, like a glass ball.She sealed the mouth, then randomly called a flying dragon over, tore open its abdominal cavity, and stuffed this thing in.The large ocean-going starships in the distance are still eyeing. The pulse ion cannons on both sides are shelved because there are no large-scale targets, but the secondary artillery and rocket emplacements are bombarding the main distribution indiscriminately.If it is not facing giants like Jormungandr, pulse guns are rarely used, mainly relying on Thunderhawk formations and drones, or sometimes paired with the newly developed Dragonhawk-to imitate Zerg Wyverns Named after the body built with hollow bones.

Metia looked at it for a while.She watched very intently for a while, but there were still scattered vibrations around her, like waves of sound.Even vibrations became out of reach, but there was no sound in space.Her coat swayed with the vibration, as if cheering.

Very interesting, she thought.

Then she spread her wings and suddenly began to accelerate.The swarm gradually gathered towards her, forming a strange scene like a purple wave.Or you can name it as a collection of sardines in the sea, such a spectacular situation.You must have noticed it over there - the turrets raised their heads obediently, and started shooting as ordered.She turned over in the air, pulling the swarm directly into two lines.Thunderhawk bit the waves like a shark, leaving stumps and metal fragments on the ground.The shield of the starship had already begun to shatter, and she had already rushed in.The window of the starship is close at hand, just like observing the fish through the fish tank.

That's a little too close, but that's fine.

Metia sped up again, holding something in her hand—her speed was bizarre, and after thinking about it, she told the human database a new record.But she stopped lightly again—Medea quickly turned around with herself as the center, and smashed the flying dragon in her hand towards the viewing window of the starship.The flying dragon stretches its wings as far as possible—draws an arc—collides—it’s just a matter of a moment.

Acid splashes.

Of course, that is not enough to shake the hardest material glass of the entire battleship.The distance is only half the length of the ship, Metia thought, how fun.She turned skillfully under the fire and approached again.The swarms of insects wrapped and advanced like locusts, endlessly, with nowhere to escape.It was only the next second that she felt very boring again.She stabbed her wings hard into the glass. The acid-faded glass was as sticky as clay, but it was still easily separated.Metea tore a layer of protection.She saw the frightened expressions of the human beings inside because she broke the glass suddenly, in slow motion as always.

She thought funny, obviously there is no radar——

Then she threw herself on the second pane of glass again, raising her wrist.At such a short distance, there is no need to use wings.Before that, she squinted at the human expression and saw the camera system flashing red dots.

Take it, take it, take it all.

She thought to herself, and then easily broke the second layer of light protective glass with one punch.The fragile third layer of protection was unfolded again: it was an emergency film used to keep the atmosphere inside the ship from being destroyed, and it was easily sprayed out by robots.But as you can imagine, this thing can be easily torn even by a human being, not to mention the wings of Metea.

Metea squeezed the wings into the middle, but she didn't pierce.She tilted her head and stared at the already empty captain's cabin.In the past, she might have rushed in, but now she knows that the door will be closed when a leak is detected.Then at that time, all human beings will be trapped in tin cans like vegetables in small bags.

There are other ways, she couldn't help smiling.

Then, as she expected.A human walked in slowly from the outside.He wore a standard hat on his head, and his white gloves were so dazzling.Humans really love to wear useless ornaments, she thought.The human looked at her, and—instantly—his head split in two, staining white with red.The rift worm growing from the brain that had been eaten long ago greeted Metia shaking its head.It then manipulated humans to sit at the console.Immediately, Emperor Verdan walked in with a smile——

Because her hair was cut a lot shorter again, she simply tied it into a double ponytail.The orange double ponytails are as dazzling as a flame in the white room, as are the red crystal earrings on her ears. She is out of place with this place, but it is impossible not to notice it, just like a stain on the picture.The ripper had already broken off the camera before that, so she went straight to the computer and deftly opened the controls of the docking bay.Then she looked at Metea—

Metia had anticipated what was going to happen.

So she turned around and left without giving Emperor Verdan any chance.

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Metia pressed the print button.

After a while, the laser-printed newspapers fell on the tray, carrying the aroma of paper.She put the newspaper away, and then told the worker ants to come and help her carry it.This is the ship's bar. Judging from the smell in the air and the horror on the ground, it is obvious that there were people drinking or playing cards here before the attack.The music didn't stop, old tunes were still playing.She went straight to the bar and picked up the bottle that hadn't spilled too much.

It's wine, yes, she knows what it is.Then she stared at the black liquid in the dark brown bottle, poured a little out, and spilled it on her hands.

"...This smell..."

She whispered to herself.The overflowing liquid was filled with the smell of ethanol and esters. She licked her fingers, and a spicy and bitter taste of ethanol slid over the tip of her tongue, turning into a burning flame in her throat and spreading into the surrounding area. Blood vessel.

Then, she thought for a while.At this time, the song on the phonograph just ended, and a lyrical song was played, which she had heard before.So she smiled and held up the bottle.

Immediately poured the rest of the bottle down the throat, swallowing the veins.

"……what."

Her nerves were collectively boiling, rioting, making electrical noises, beating uncontrollably.Twitching, convulsing, whatever, Metia's wings embody that wobbling greatly.Vision, color, all dyed with nothingness and beautiful colors.The taste of the wine was only a little bit of ester aroma, and she licked those smells weakly with the tip of her tongue, trying to collect the taste again.Then she made a regretful voice:

But there is nothing left.

Metia greedily licked the rim of the bottle, of course, there was nothing left.She felt hot all over, which was fine.

No wonder humans love to sit down and have a drink when there is spare time in the midst of war.Then she lay prone on the bar, using her long index finger and thumb to pick up the ice in the ice bucket containing another bottle of wine, and stuffed it into her mouth.There was a sound like biting a bone and sucking bone marrow from his mouth, which made Metia always feel a strange taste in his mouth.She was lying lazily on her stomach, her tail wagging in and out of place.With female vocals playing to the accompaniment, she wanted to sing—but she felt her voice was her secret weapon.Besides, she didn't want to spoil this comfortable atmosphere.

It feels great.So fucking cool.

Although he clearly knew that because he was a modified creature, if he drank alcohol, it would quickly enter the sexual circulation, thus quickly anesthetizing all the scattered nerves.She could handle the narcotics, but this time—she didn't want to, didn't bother to take them off.In short, Metiya was sitting in front of the bar, leaning against the bar with half her body, picking up ice cubes and eating for a long time.What is she doing?Such thoughts sometimes flashed through her chaotic mind.

But she discovered something new.It was on the table, in a small bag wrapped in plastic wrap.She lazily turned over, lay on the other side, then stretched out her hands to disassemble one, and stuffed the ring-shaped thing into her mouth with some doubts.

ah--.

Sugar.

A sweet candy with lemon flavor and menthol for a menthol cooling sensation in the mouth.Two flavors, teal and yellow, she thought.Sweet things are easy to provoke a liking, and as far as she is concerned, the taste is not bad.She poured a large bag into her pocket and staggered to the wine cabinet.After picking out a bottle of wine that looked better, Metia was planning to stuff sugar into the bottle, but after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't implement it.She tuned the song back to the song just now.The song played again, and she took another bite of the candy.The familiar sweetness diffuses into the mouth, mixed with the bitter and somewhat spicy aftertaste, like brewing wine in the mouth.

Metia ate another piece of ice.The stimulating icy aroma overflowed, and she let out a soft snort comfortably.After a while, a message from Emperor Verdan arrived.

"Your Highness, do you need us to take anything else?"

How does this sound like some moving companies.Metia closed her eyelids, intending to clear her mind a little, but she was still in a trance, like ten thousand unicorns dancing a sailor dance among the rainbows.She gave up thinking, and lazily told Emperor Verdan:

"Wait until I get back to clean up."

Jormungandr has just arrived on the battlefield.When she wobbled to the ground, Yemengjia was so frightened that she immediately stretched out her silk feet to catch her.Metiya waved away those silk feet that surrounded her irritably, and then went back into the cavity by herself.She felt that she had lost her composure, but she still wanted to go back to her room.Yermungandr looked at her for a long time with his eye stalks, and after confirming that he was not seriously injured, he retracted them with confidence.In any case, she thought this fact was too funny, and she laughed as she walked back, so frightened Yermunga did not dare to speak until she returned to the room.

Metia opened the door and saw the door inside at a glance.She thought for a while, then opened the door inside again.The cavity membrane shrinks, and through the dark vision, Metia can see that the little thing is sleeping obediently on the bed this time, with the little back shrugging.She walked over with a patter, hugged the little thing's limp sleeping body, and then almost fell down on the bed.

"..."

Drunkly, Metia pinched the little thing's sleeping face, then she remembered something and took out the wine from her bosom.She was going to put it on the ground, but that's when the little thing woke up, smacked his lips sleepily, looked at her with loose-eyed golden eyes, then squinted and started to get dazed. --Yeah?Metia thought for a while in a messy mind.

Then, she cut open the bottle cap with one hand.

Metia awoke several hours later, her mind still disturbed by the pain from the fusel oil.She shook her head, breaking down all the fusel oil with negligible content and turning it into gas.Then, she realized that she was lying on the ground, defenseless, with a soft little thing in her arms.She woke up quickly and realized what it was.The little thing was pressed under her body, his little face was flushed, and he reeked of alcohol.

......

Metia lay on her body calmly and thought for another two seconds. During this period, her thoughts wandered about the age of the little thing, and how old a human being can drink before she reluctantly faced the reality.Just now, indeed, when she got drunk, she grabbed the little thing and poured two sips of wine into her mouth desperately, the choking little thing coughed again and again.Then she finished the drink herself.Then she lay down on her stomach, put the little thing in her arms and fell asleep.

......

What the hell are you doing.

Feel sorry.It's better not to remember it.

She rolled over on the ground, and at least this afternoon she had to face a fact helplessly.That is: After this little guy came, he did a lot of inexplicable things.These, those things, which she never felt strange or would happen, are happening one by one now, just like the most clichéd fairy tale routines in human storybooks.She once felt that she was too nonsense.She even thought it was just a joke.

Will I... change myself?

But she smiled after thinking about it——

I am the master of the swarm, so what if I mess around?

Metia then took out the candy in her pocket and put her in a place where the little things could be seen together, she said softly and quietly:

"Good night, little Gretel."