The veteran rushed left and right with the fat man, and when his battle blood burned again, the long-lost battle instinct returned to his body, and more and more Zerg died under his hands. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, this is still in vain.

To reach the level of the Bug Tide, the Zerg units are at least counted in the hundreds. Therefore, even if the veteran kills the enemy, it is only a drop in the bucket.

The commander stared coldly at the few people who were squeezed into the encirclement, and its expression became more and more close to the people, and all kinds of strange "expressions" began to appear on its face.

It's learning.

So it's not in a hurry to kill them prematurely with other low-level Zerg units.

A moment later, as the veteran's more ferocious attack, the commander was finally a little annoyed, and with a shrill order, a lightning black shadow suddenly burst out of a thick shadow, a fourth-level lurker!

Brush!

A foot long, half an inch of hideous blood scars slanted down the veteran's chest!

The shadow of the landing did not pause for even a moment, and the hooked tail shaped like a scorpion tail whistled towards the old soldier's cheek.

Syllable!

The veteran was knocked off the spot.

The silent shadow stared at the fallen veteran with a sharp gaze, and after two weeks of slow walking around the veteran's front and back, it finally pounced impatiently.

However, at this moment, two dark green vertical pupils suddenly occupied its field of vision, and any brief loss of concentration in battle could determine the direction of the final result.

Burst.

The bright yellow blade sank deep into the lurker's weak chest, and the lurker struggled to shake off the mental collapse, its sharp beak slammed into the veteran's body with its sharp beak writhing as hard as it could.

The veteran's indifferent expression was like ice that would never melt into the ages, and his face did not change in the face of such pain, and the blades of the sword clenched in both hands twisted steadily, stirring the internal organs of the lurker into a puddle of rotten meat.

The writhing force of the lurker grew weaker and weaker, until it collapsed completely on top of the veteran, and it died in the last moment. There was no sound.

The old soldier seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his hands loosened the hilt of his sword softly, and he felt it into his arms, and he raised his head to the sky. Slowly lit a cigarette.

The cigarette that has been stored for an unknown number of years.

"Ahem." He coughed up a little blood and sighed faintly, "It's old, it's old." ”

Smoke drifted gently from his cheeks, broken by the lurkers, with a pungent smell of blood.

His expression was confused. Recalling those past passes, at that time, how could he be injured by a small fourth-level lurker like this?

"It's not bad to die like this, at least at the hands of insects, so that I may feel less guilty when I go to see you." The veteran muttered to himself, smoking the cigarette he had never been willing to smoke.

After looking down on life and death, there is no difference between living and dying.

Compared with the calmness of the veteran, the commander was already close to the anger of detachment. The accidental death of the lurker and the damage done to it are enormous. It can already imagine the severe punishment it will face. So it roared in a high-pitched voice and gave the final battle order.

Not a single one left, kill!

But just as it was looking forward to the beginning of the bloody slaughter, the insects that had gathered together suddenly panicked.

The commander gave orders desperately, but to no avail, and the bugs trembled with anxiety and panic as if they had lost their ability to think.

Slowly, a path was carved out of the crowded hive, a thin and shriveled body. Walking at a slow pace, he walked over step by step.

The heavy shackles were like a mountain to him, and he needed to rest for a moment after each move, but that didn't stop the bugs from fearing him.

The commander looked into the distance. Only then did I find out that at some point, most of the Zerg units scattered everywhere had disappeared unconsciously!

As if the authority had been challenged, the commander screamed, fanned his small but strong wings, and rushed towards the shriveled body in the blink of an eye.

Such a thin human being. And it can't feel any of its energy flow, how dare it challenge its majesty?

However, just as it was about to collide with K, a powerful and creepy pulse caused it to stop in mid-air with all its might.

At this time, the distance between one person and one insect is less than a foot.

"Hey." K grinned, and there was not the slightest element of fear in his smile, and he gently stretched out his hand, habitually grabbing the commander.

"Ate you."

The commander hissed suddenly, forced himself to raise his wings and retreated sharply, looking at the swarthy and shriveled arm, its expression was all shocked and puzzled.

The breath of the superior, but why is it human?

The shriveled hand missed the "blow", and was a little stunned, and then grabbed it again, as if it was really grabbing the meal on the plate.

Feeling the stronger aura of the superior, the conductor once again forced itself out of the oppression, but at this moment, its expression had changed from horror to desperate madness.

It is not a simple fourth-level commander, the human race is constantly evolving and developing, and of course the Zerg will not stop. Although nuclear annihilation destroyed a large number of Zerg, and radiation destroyed their genetic stability, the huge population base provided them with a new direction for evolution.

And all these alternative directions are ultimately in the hands of a single bug - the brood.

As the latest generation of conductors of the brood, "eugenics" is the name they give themselves.

Compared with the usual Zerg, the eugenic species have a high degree of developed intelligence and a new organ and tissue structure. Therefore, when he felt the aura of the only one who belonged to the superior, this commander who was only a fourth-level commander could still resist.

Of course, it is not questioning the majesty of the superior, but the "superior" in front of him, just a false existence, he is just a human, a human who somehow has the breath of the superior of the Zerg!

Thinking of this, the commander flailed his wings even more frantically, and bit K's shoulder with a big bite regardless of it, the dignity of the superior cannot be tarnished, and this shame must be washed away with blood.

The sharp fangs pierced K's shoulder in an instant, and the powerful jawbone bit on the muscle, and it completely devoured a piece of flesh!

The commander grinned venriously, and fresh red and white muscles remained on top of the bloodstained teeth. It didn't hesitate, swallowing the piece of flesh the size of a baby's fist.

The veteran who was a little farther away sighed and closed his eyes, and the last glimmer of hope was shattered.

The conductor screamed in a high-pitched voice, as if to vent his excitement after overcoming fear, but its loud cry stopped abruptly without any expectation.

The wings, which were supposed to be desperately stirred, turned out to be rusty machinery.

A trace of desperate fear flashed in the commander's agile eyes, why was the blood food that should have been delicious and delicious mixed with a force that made its spirit tremble?

Superior? No.

King!

The royal family that is high above, the royal family that cannot be touched, the most primitive awe and surrender hidden in the genes of every Zerg!

The conductor's vision slowly darkened, and it couldn't understand why the blood of the king worm was flowing in a human body. The aura of the superior can be faked, but this kind of thing that originates from the genetic level must not be created and reproduced.

Could he really be royal? A terrible thought took over the entire mind of the commander.

"This news must be communicated to the Commander!" But its power is getting weaker and weaker, and if it doesn't even have the power to stir its wings, how can it send this message?

Why? Why does the power disappear? The majesty of the king is awe-inspiring, but it does not deprive it of its strength. But why doesn't even the power to stir the wings exist?

The conductor will never know the truth of the facts, for its life, with the stagnation and fluttering of its wings, is completely cold, it is extremely cold, frozen to the marrow.

Ice sources. (To be continued.) )