"You, you, you, you stinky rascal!"

The angry voice of the Morning Star was heard from the main nest of the insects, and the reason was that the giant creature, after seeing the hands of the Morning Star and Catherine clasped together, said that it was a low-level method of reproduction, which required humans of different sexes to merge through a strange ritual, and then it would take a long time to grow in the mother's body before it could take shape. And I'm puzzled as to why you often perform that kind of ritual when you don't need to reproduce, and I'm also curious about why you, who are so similar in appearance, can you achieve a physical connection during the ritual, can I study the connection part?

After roaring, Morning Star felt that his face was no longer a few black lines, but a black face. What the hell was this strange thing, what was in that huge head, how the hell did he go from the two shaking hands to some ineffable position.

"I'm sorry, but there is no secret to my clan about reproduction, here, we call it the main nest, and within the main nest range, we can breed anywhere." Although he couldn't see any change in his expression, Morningstar still sensed that this guy was serious, and then the guy continued, "In your human language, please call me Abbathh (1). ”

Hearing the other party's self-introduction, Morningstar looked around at the building called the main nest. The ground under his feet didn't know what substance was covered, it was not hard, he reached out to wipe it off, and there was a faint temperature, but it was not cold. The hexagonal structure resembling a beehive covers the entire wall, glowing brightly, which makes the light source in the hive not bad. The improvised chair under the ass was crafted in front of the Morning Star, and a piece of armor similar to an alien exoskeleton was raised from the floor and then transformed.

Slightly rescuing his curiosity and comforting Catherine, who was blushing a little, Morningstar said, "You haven't answered my question yet. ”

"If you want to know in detail, I may need to start with the origin of the alien worm tens of thousands of years ago, well, don't rush to speak, let me summarize the language." Abbather calmed the soon-to-be-gone Morning Star, thought for a moment, and then said, "If I were human, I would probably be a genetic scientist. In the process of long-term evolution, my race has mastered the ability of selective evolution, and my race, in the field of selective evolution, is even better, we can choose the direction of evolution, and these creatures that you have become jumping worms are evolved because of the Queen's preferences. Abbather pointed to the strange group of jumping insects crawling around and continued to explain to Morning Star.

Hearing the other party's answer, Morning Star also felt that he should give the other party some sweetness, so he said: "Well, I was once on the verge of death, and I was also a genetic scientist like you, in order to repair my body, I added a genetic fragment of a worm, although it was very small, but it still saved my life. ”

"Well, it's small, it's a lot of genes. Great scientists, how I wish I could communicate with him. When Abbather heard Morning Star's explanation, a look of yearning appeared on his face with somewhat distorted facial features, let's understand it this way.

However, Morningstar's answer shattered Abbather's yearning, for Impulis had returned to the arms of the Lord God of Psenchus.

"It's a pity, he must be a great scientist, but the weak life can't be compared to our race, I've lived for hundreds of years, but with your human positioning, I'm still just a young man." Hearing Morningstar's answer, Abbather expressed regret, but did not forget to flaunt himself and show his strengths.

Eighty-thousand-year-old tortoise, who had been silently meditating for thousands of years, Morning Star's face was unshocked, and he continued to ask: "In our records, your race is a species that relies on primitive instincts to survive, and how did you evolve to be the way you are now, where you can communicate with me as a human being, and you can do so, so, so politely!" After trying to organize the language, Morningstar felt that he was about to become neurotic, why the alien races he had recently come into contact with, one by one, were like human prophets, mysterious and high-end.

"The short life of you human beings is not perfect for the transmission of knowledge, and all the means you use are better than always in your brain, and passed on to those who come after you by word of mouth." Abbather's short arm struggled hard at his brain, not accurate, but barely understandable.

As if feeling a little laborious, Abbather lowered his little arm and continued: "Your race is a backward and weak race, and for us who have been traveling the universe for tens of thousands of years, we already have too much information that you have not understood. You are just one of a few emerging civilizations in this universe and do not qualify to be on par with us. Although he felt very uncomfortable, Morningstar, who had experienced Anshidar's blow, had already been immune to these "impolite" words, and pouted his lips without rebuttal, but heard Abaser continue: "Long life and rich experience have given birth to a large number of intelligent individuals in our race, and I am the best of them. Similar to the history of humanity, we have experienced endless civil wars, and even now, the pressure of survival still keeps different races fighting, but this does not make us weak, and killing can lead us to a better evolutionary direction. ”

"Yes, yes, that's it! Your race will fight to the death for each other, how did you become the way you are now, you can live in peace with two humans! Morningstar hurriedly interrupted Abbather's boasting and asked.

"My long life has allowed me to see too much of the future, and although you can't understand it, the unknown threat is already approaching." Dressed like a human god, Abbather replied shaking his head.

Morningstar suddenly felt how this guy was so similar to his own bad old man, teacher, although he looked a little rough. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made a decision, his tone was full of inquiry, and he asked lightly: "You mean, the threat from the Void?" ”

Hearing Morning Star's answer, Abbather seemed to be a little down, the two pairs of compound eyes on his face that had not been opened suddenly opened, and the flesh buds in his mouth became hard, and he asked out loud after a while, "How do you know?" How could a human being who was still expanding know about the threat from the Void! ”

Instead of answering Abbather's question, Morningstar continued to ask, "Is there a last hope for humanity in the future you see?" ”

She had been sitting quietly beside Morning Star, listening to Morning Star and Abbathhar talking, while looking around Catherine, but at the moment she couldn't hold back her laughter, she knew that Morning Star was starting to black again, this so-called last hope from humanity, wasn't it the Morning Star in Tula's mouth. Turning his head to look at the morning star, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Although she couldn't understand why Catherine was laughing, Abbathhar was quite surprised by Morningstar's answer, this strange human even knew what she was doing, could it be that she underestimated the human ability? A few steps closer to the morning star, the four little short legs seemed to let out an overloaded scream. After carefully observing the Morning Star for a moment, Abbather replied, "I do see the void future, and I do have the guidance of fate, which is the Queen of the Worms I told you about earlier. There are seers in my race who are just like me, and they have made the same preparations as me. But no one knows which future is the real future, so we are still fighting to survive, for the queen of insects. ”

How? In that future, it's not yourself? Morningstar thought silently.

"And what do you call a human?" Abbather seems to have asked Morningstar for advice because he knew the future he saw.

"Morningstar, Moninsta." Morningstar replied.

"Okay, Morning Star, I didn't expect that there are seers among the human race, so do you see the future full of crises?" Abbathhar learns the name of the Morning Star and wants to make sure that the human in front of him sees the same future as he saw.

Although he wanted to answer yes, Morningstar resisted such an opportunity to brag in front of the alien worm, scratched his head, and replied, "Well, you overestimate my abilities too much, it is the future that my teacher sees, he is a native of Pusenchus, I think he should be very willing to know a seer like you, after all, you and he both see the same future." ”

"Presenchus?" Abbather looked at Morning Star in bewilderment, trying to find such a race in his mind, and suddenly as if he remembered something, two small short arms waved, and continued: "It turned out to be them, those self-righteous bastards, who are always enemies of our race and treat us as beasts!" That's right, it's them, Pusenchus, the Chosen One! He looked at Morning Star again and asked, "Your teacher, is it the High Priest Tula?" ”

This time it was Morningstar's turn to be a little puzzled, his teacher had never told him that he was an old friend with a strange alien worm. So how did this guy in front of him know his teacher's name?

Seeing the answer in Morningstar's eyes, and as if understanding Morningstar's puzzlement, Abbather continued to explain, "I've fought with that bastard many times, and we know each other. But not long after I saw the future, he took the initiative to find me, thinking that a fierce battle would be inevitable, but he told me about the future he saw, and I told the truth. It's hard to imagine that you turned out to be his choice, how can you, who are so weak, bear that heavy fate? ”

Morningstar is now eager to jump on Abbather's face and tie all the flesh buds around his mouth, will this worm die if he doesn't scare people? Bad thoughts came together, and inspiration came back: "You and my teacher have wins and losses? With your body, can you beat that bad old man? As he spoke, he looked Abasser's deformed body up and down.

Feeling the malicious and vicious words of the Morning Star, Abbather did not jump like thunder as the Morning Star imagined, but calmly pointed with his little arm, and a working worker bee on the floor next to him quickly changed, and after ten seconds, it turned into a jumping worm. And Abbather said calmly: "You don't have to be hands-on to fight. ”

"I'll go, I'm really breeding everywhere." Morning Star complained inwardly, and his mouth was indeed a serious answer: "You're right, you can also rely on more than just the flesh in battle. With that, the blue light of one hand loomed, and the other hand flickered.

This manifestation did not startle Abbathhar, but it made Catherine on the side excited enough. He touched the electric light on Morning Star's hand with his hand, and there was no burning, no pain, only a slight numbness. Pretty big eyes turned, Catherine asked, "Well, can this ability of yours be attached to other places?" With that, his eyes flickered a few times, and he had an expression that you knew.

Morningstar, who was still a serious braggart, almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood at this moment, how could he not know where Catherine was referring to other places, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Catherine, have you been infected by the Queen?" He reached out and pinched Catherine's thigh as punishment.