The howling battlefield suddenly turned to dead silence, at least for the veterans. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A bone-chilling chill quickly spread down his spine and spread throughout his body, and the dense goosebumps made him shiver. He stared blankly at the conductor with a mocking "expression", and even his hand holding the sword was almost unsteady.

A talking zerg! What a horrible horror!

Veterans find their consciousness and thinking like rusty machinery, and it is quite difficult to even operate.

In his dull eyes, a deep fear slowly revealed, like a dying man waiting for the moment of death, the unknown is always the most terrifying.

The commander was content with the emotions of the enemy in front of him, and it rubbed against the cartilage in its chest cavity and let out a human-like laugh.

"Human, stupid."

The veteran stared silently, and although its vocalization was a little stumbling, it did not affect the fact that the veteran could speak human language.

The veteran shuddered, if a fourth-level commander could use human language, what about the other higher-level zergs? He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

If you want to enslave a race, you must first understand its language, then assimilate it, and reorganize it.

Correspondingly, humans have almost no research on the language of the Zerg, and humans who are accustomed to intelligent species do not bother to study other "low-end" species at all, even if the Zerg have occupied most of the earth, they still do not want to accept the fact that the Zerg are more "high-end" than humans.

As a result, the existence of the "low-end" is above the level of conquest, surpassing the existence of what was thought to be a high-level.

The veteran clenched the lightsaber in his hand, then let go of it again, and he smiled bitterly.

What if you kill this commander? This doesn't change the fact that the Zerg have already begun to learn the human language, so will the future of their imminent domination of the Earth be far away?

The veteran could only feel a deep sense of powerlessness and melancholy uncertainty about the future of humanity.

"I'm just not an old guy who should have died a long time ago." The veteran shook his head, throwing out the chaotic thoughts that shouldn't belong to him.

"Old man. What are we going to do? The monkey panicked.

"Ask for more blessings." The veteran sighed and said no more.

The commander finally lost interest, and with a shrill scream, it began to order the surrounding Zerg to attack.

The veteran snorted coldly, and his pupils turned into emerald green vertical pupils again. Even if the ending is destined to die, he will at least earn enough money!

The commander was attracted by the veteran's emerald green eyes, and it stared straight into the veteran's eyes, suddenly feeling that its skull was about to swell, but it was a commander after all. The nerve fibers are twice as strong as the other Zerg.

It hissed in pain, and forcibly shook itself off the mental collapse caused by the vertical pupils. The veteran stabbed his sword into the air, snorted rather regretfully, and turned to attack the other zergs.

Although his ability works quickly, it can't be applied to the same target repeatedly, otherwise it will not only consume energy, but its power will plummet.

K staggered through the bloody streets, his calm expression as if he was completely out of the fight. In fact, this is indeed the case.

The Zerg ignored him as if he didn't exist. Humans don't have time to care about him, and they have to struggle to survive.

K scratched his head, and that calm expression was replaced by a slight stupidity.

He grabbed a reaper in his way and pushed it hard, and the reaper hissed before cutting off K's skull with his backhand. But when it turned its upper body and was about to slash at K, it suddenly let out a sharper hiss.

The hiss of fear.

The arthropod grazed K's cheek, cutting off half of his hair, and the reaper was like a subject who had angered the king. Lying on the ground, a mournful wail came from his body, as if begging for forgiveness of sinners.

K reached out and touched the reaper's hard skull, as if stroking a puppy. "Go, go home." He waved his hand and pointed in a random direction.

The reaper seemed to really understand what K meant, and it bent to its feet, its head hung in submission, and then ran desperately in the direction that K was pointing. Completely disregarding any battle orders given by the commander.

When the Reaper finally disappeared completely, K noticed that there was still a person hiding under the original Reaper's location.

Zhang San is an ordinary citizen of the empire, abiding by the law and never making trouble. Today was one of the few times in his life that he had the opportunity to leave his place of residence and go out to buy slaves.

However, his luck was very bad, first he was almost deceived by a fat man, and then he encountered a terrible insect tide.

Luckily, however, he thought he had seen God.

At this time, he stared blankly at the miraculous scene in front of him, a thin corpse could drive away a terrible Zerg with just one word and a gesture, which completely refreshed his understanding of this world!

How terrible is it to do that? He didn't know, and he couldn't possibly know.

Thump! He fell to his knees, "Lord! Help me, please forgive me for my past sins, I don't want to die here! O Lord! Could this be the angel you sent to save me?! He shouted loudly, and threw himself on his stomach in front of K.

"Angels?" When K heard the byte, his expression flashed with a hint of confusion and remembrance, but then disappeared.

"I'm hungry, are you hungry?" He tilted his head.

"Huh?" Zhang San cautiously raised his head, thinking that he had misheard something.

"I'm hungry." K repeated.

Zhang San was at a loss for a while, he couldn't figure out how the person in front of him could say such a sentence coldly.

"They're hard to eat, I don't like them." K pointed to the exponentially numerous harvesters or collectors, "It's okay, I want to eat it." ”

Zhang San looked at K's point, and instantly got goosebumps, because what K was pointing at was the fourth-level commander who led the overall situation.

"This, this ......"

"Are you going?" K grinned.

"No, no, no, no." Zhang San hurriedly shook his head, and his mouth opened in horror even to put an egg in it. Because at the moment when K grinned, he clearly saw that there were still some bright green insects and muscles between his white teeth.

What a monster this is! Zhang San was so frightened that he almost cried. A monster that feeds on the Zerg, which makes K's originally sacred and tall image in his heart immediately become a terrifying existence like a devil.

Even his toothy grin seemed to turn into a demonic hideousness.

He screamed, and the head rat fled as if he were flying, no longer caring about the Lord's forgiveness, and K brought him far more fear than the Zerg.

K scratched his head and blinked inexplicably, but he quickly put that aside.

"I'm hungry." He patted his shriveled belly and dragged his heavy shackles step by step towards the direction of the commander.

The direction with the most bugs. (To be continued.) )