"Collectivity is everything. —Shell

It is a shame that only bugs can achieve absolute selfless collectivism. Every ant is willing to do his best for the colony, regardless of the reward, but fortunately, the ants are far behind the primates in evolution and cannot compete with humans.

But the shell family can. Their social system is far superior to that of the Pantheon Federation, which is a point that Madrigal fears. For the good of the race, every member of the Shell Clan did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives.

He saw the Shell's evolutionary pool. It was a beautiful shallow, pale blue water rippling with a light green sheen, and the ripples seemed to have the soul of Mother Earth murmuring. In the evolution pool, there are flower buds one after another, and in the translucent flower bones, the silhouettes of various creatures are faintly floating, including reptiles, mammals, and invertebrates...... There are even human figures.

"Is it like a fairyland?" the little mayfly fluttered its wings.

Madrigal looked at the buds carefully, and saw that the buds were filled with the water of the spiritual pool, supporting the animals inside like an incubation cabin. Some animals have bulging abdomen, which looks like a fetus. Suddenly, the spirit pool made waves, a struggling larva rolled and climbed onto the water, four tentacles flicked to support its body, its hideous mouthparts opened, and its blood basin demanded food. Black armor crawling all over the ground rushed over in groups carrying food, and was swept away by the larvae. This larva apparently exhibits the characteristics of a squid and eats even black nails.

Madrigal almost vomited, turned his head to look at Fairy Yunjia, only to find that the fox with a natural appearance also showed a nervous look, as if he didn't want to join the fertility army in the evolution pool.

Madrigal still wanted to take a closer look, and the hole in the evolution pool was tightly closed. The little mayfly flew over meaningfully, and warned the pastoral song faintly: "Do you still want to see it? If you look at it again, you will be allowed to live in the bud and experience the feeling of conception." No problem, as long as you live in the bud, you can also be a mother. ”

Pastoral shouted: "Presumptuous, who will be your mother, I am the deputy envoy of the mission, and the Rong clan needs me." ”

Even if Fairy Yunjia was nervous, he didn't give up falling into the well, and sneered with his sleeves full of malice: "Isn't it the deputy envoy's hobby? I am willing to sacrifice everything, as long as I can satisfy the reproductive impulse of the deputy envoy." Your Royal Highness, Vice-Ambassador, heed the call of your heart, go and be an incubator for the Shell Clan, and don't care about my feelings. ”

Pastoral Ge turned his head and glared at Yun Jia: "Saying strange things will have consequences, you are now on the verge of ** crazy temptation." ”

Yun Jia glared back unto be outdone: "Say big things! If you don't accept you, I'll be X, how many catties and taels do you have, don't you count them in your heart?"

Qu A didn't expect that the contradiction between the two people had intensified to the point of swearing, and he slammed his eyes anxiously, but Muge and Yun Jia turned a deaf ear and ignored each other.

The little mayfly lowered her eyebrows and persuaded faintly: "The reason why the deputy envoy is angry is because the deputy envoy does not know the sacred solemnity of the evolution pool. For a baby mayfly to be born, its father must die. The father and daughter of the Shell will never meet. ”

Madrigal and Yun Jia turned their heads to look at the little goblin at the same time.

Little Mayfly continued, "My father is a Limbo bug, and my mother is a rare primate practitioner. After the mother conceived in the evolution pool, the father buried himself at the bottom of the pool, and the soul bloomed into the flower of evolution, providing all the nourishment of our mother and daughter. I inherited my mother's body and my father's wings, as well as my mother's spiritual power and my father's loyalty. These evolutions and miracles come from the equivalent exchange of ancestors. ”

Madrigal took the opportunity to listen to the information: "Under every bud in the evolution pool, there is a high-level shell clan buried?"

"Yes. The Evolution Pool is the graveyard and cradle of the Shell, a sanctuary of life and death, sacrosanct. So, Lord Vice-Ambassador, if you always peek at the evolution pool, you will be treated as a sperm donation volunteer. The little mayfly tilted its head and asked the madrigal, "Or are you willing to contribute a small amount of protein to the evolution of the shell family?"

Yun Jia stared at the pastoral song, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Madrigal turned her head firmly: "I don't want to have sex with bugs. ”

"Isn't it okay to be like a little mayfly?" the little mayfly spun around, showing off its moving figure, and asked seriously: "In order to please the primate volunteers, the little mayfly is trying very hard to cater to the reproductive needs of the humanoid race." ”

Madrigal shook his head and shouted, "Stop! get those images out of my head!"

"Lord Vice-Envoy, don't be in a hurry to make a decision, we can negotiate patiently, and the little mayfly will definitely study hard and strive for perfection in the aspect of shame. After the little goblin finished speaking solemnly, he flew to the front to lead the way. Madrigal has mixed feelings and feels that it was a mistake to be caught by lake worms.

The small mayfly is in good shape. She hangs in the middle of the transparent wings and sways, her body curves are delicate and moving, like a weak willow supporting the wind, if she is bigger, she must be a woman who has lost her soul and destroyed the country and the people.

Madrigal thinks intently all the way and turns on the follow mode like the walking dead. He felt that the game of chess of the Shell Clan was too big - obviously, the Shell Clan, like the Velvet Clan, relied on the power of the spiritual veins, and the spiritual veins were limited. The Velvet Clan wantonly plundered the spiritual power and ascended one after another, causing the spiritual veins to dry up and the clan to decline, which can be said to have sacrificed the remaining miscellaneous foxes in order to allow the white fox to soar, and the Shell Clan chose to evolve in order to avoid this. They enrich the dominant genes in their biosphere through extensive hybridization, and develop corresponding mate populations according to the estrus characteristics of different species, so as to further expand the evolutionary range. Like the little mayfly, a smile is simply charming. And the ambition of the Shell people to try to reach out to the humanoid civilization is also obvious.

Combined with the current information, many doubts have been solved. No wonder Yun Jia has been a little nervous, it turns out that she is afraid of being caught as an incubator. What is the purpose of the Shell asking for me to be replaced? Is it to hatch little bugs for them? Which of my genes does the Shell Clan value?" Madrigal pondered. He doesn't want to be an incubator, so he needs to figure out the cause and effect as soon as possible.

"I didn't expect it, the Shell Clan arrested you into Guyue Qingqiu, not to eat you, but to be 'eaten' by you. Qu A saw that Pastoral was restless, and his heart was immediately refreshed, and he gloated and ridiculed him: "If you were asked to choose between violating the black cockroach and surviving, how would Mr. Pastoral choose between it......?"

"Do foxes owe grass so much......" Madrigal stared at Qu'a, who was smiling like a flower, and gritted his teeth.

Only Yun Jia squinted at the pastoral song, and made a strange tone in a yin and yang manner: "If the object is that little mayfly, Mr. Mu is probably very happy." ”

There was a faint hint of vinegar in her words, as if she had a slight complaint about the half-pushed and half-accommodating attitude of the pastoral song.

But Yun Jia's mood, Mu Ge did not understand, he had more concerns: let the shell clan evolve like this, is it the gospel of the universe, or the scourge of civilization? If the shell clan sits on a large scale, it is conceivable that these neurotic bugs will definitely transform all barren planets into habitable oases, but the price paid by all mankind is that they must mate with cockroaches.

Pastoral dare not think. If he is pushed down by a small mayfly, he may still have the courage to live, and if he is forced by a black cockroach with a bloody mouth, Madrigal would rather fight to his death.

For the sake of the well-being of the whole universe, Madrigal must stop the expansion of the Shell. He must find an opportunity to leave Guyue Qingqiu and warn Zheng Xuan's fleet: Don't get close to the black hole, there are Bentai insects here, and you must not want to become their prisoners.

Such a determination is incomparably firm.