The veteran led the two fat men to fight left and right.
When his fighting blood burned again, the long-lost fighting instinct returned to his body, and more and more Zerg died under his hands.
Of course, this is still in vain.
The number of Zerg units that can reach the level of insect tide is at least in the hundreds.
Therefore, even if the veteran is unable to kill the enemy, it is only a drop in the bucket.
The commander looked coldly at the few people crowded into the circle.
Its expression became closer to that of humans, and various strange "expressions" began to appear on its face.
It's learning.
So it is not in a hurry to use its low-level Zerg units to kill them prematurely.
After a while, as the veteran's attack became more and more fierce, the commander finally became a little annoyed.
He gave a sharp hissing order, and a black shadow like lightning suddenly jumped out from a thick shadow, a level four lurker. brush A bloodstain that was one foot long and half an inch deep ran diagonally down from the veteran's chest.
The shadow that fell to the ground didn't even pause for a moment, and the hooked tail shaped like a scorpion's tail whizzed towards the veteran's cheek. snap The veteran was shot away on the spot.
The silent shadow stared at the fallen veteran with sharp eyes.
After walking slowly around the veteran for two weeks, it finally couldn't help but pounce on him.
However, at this moment, two green vertical pupils suddenly occupied its field of vision.
Any brief loss of concentration during the battle could determine the direction of the final outcome. puff.
The bright yellow sword blade penetrated deeply into the lurker's weak chest.
The lurker struggled to get rid of his mental breakdown after suffering.
It opened its sharp beak angrily, twisted its limbs desperately, and its sharp claws penetrated deep into the body. pierced into the veteran's body.
The veteran's indifferent expression was like eternal ice, and he remained calm in the face of such pain.
The blade held tightly in both hands was twisted steadily, turning the lurker's internal organs into a puddle of rotten flesh.
The force of the lurker's twisting became weaker and weaker, until he completely collapsed on the veteran's body.
The last moment it died, it made no sound.
The veteran seemed to have exhausted all his energy.
He loosened the hilt of the sword softly with both hands and touched his arms.
He raised his head to the sky and slowly lit a cigarette.
I have kept that cigarette for who knows how many years.
"Cough."
He coughed out a little blood and sighed, "I'm old, I'm old."
Smoke floated gently from his cheek that was broken by the lurker, carrying the pungent smell of blood.
His expression was confused.
Recalling the past, how could he be injured by a small level four lurker at that time and become like this?
"It's not a bad way to die.
At least it's in the hands of insects.
In this way, I might feel less guilty when I go to see you."
The veteran murmured to himself, sucking on the one he had never known before.
Cigarettes that I am willing to smoke.
After looking down on life and death, there is actually no difference between living and dying.
Compared with the veteran's calmness, the commander was already close to the anger of renunciation.
The accidental death of a lurker causes huge damage to it.
It can already imagine the harsh punishment it will face.
So it roared high and issued the final battle order.
No one left, kill But just when it was looking forward to the bloody killings starting.
The insects gathered together suddenly became panicked.
The commander desperately gave orders, but to no avail.
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The insects seemed to have lost their ability to think, trembling with anxiety and fear.
Slowly, a path opened up in the crowded insect nest, and a thin and shriveled body walked over step by step with slow steps.
The heavy shackles were like a big mountain to him.
He needs to pause for a moment after each step of movement, but this does not affect the insects' fear of him.
The commander looked into the distance.
Only then did I realize that at some point, those Zerg units were scattered everywhere.
Most of them disappeared without realizing it As if his authority had been challenged, the commander screamed sharply, flapped his small but strong wings, and rushed towards the withered body in the blink of an eye.
How dare such a thin human being, and it cannot sense any energy flow, dare to challenge its majesty?
However, just when it was about to collide with K, a powerful and terrifying pulse made it stop in mid-air with all its strength.
At this time, the distance between one person and one insect was less than one foot.
"Hey."
K grinned.
There was no fear in his smile.
He gently stretched out his hand and grabbed the commander out of habit.
"Eat you."
The commander suddenly hissed, forced himself to flap his wings and retreated sharply, looking at the dark and withered arm, its expression was full of shock and confusion.
The aura of a superior person, but why is it human?
The withered hand missed the target with "one blow", and was a little stunned, then grabbed it again, as if it was really grabbing the meal on the plate.
Feeling the increasingly strong aura of the superior, the commander once again managed to free itself from the oppression, but at this moment, its expression had changed from horrified to desperate madness.
It is not a simple fourth-level commander.
Humanity is constantly evolving and developing, and of course the Zerg will not stop.
Everything has two sides.
Although nuclear destruction destroyed a large number of Zerg and radiation destroyed their genetic stability, the huge population base provided more new directions for their evolution.
And all these alternative directions are ultimately in the hands of a bug.
As the latest generation of commanders conceived in the brood, "eugenics" is what they call themselves.
Compared with normal Zerg species, eugenic species have more highly developed intelligence and brand-new organ and tissue structures.
Therefore, when feeling the unique aura of a superior, this fourth-level commander was still able to resist.
Of course, it is not questioning the majesty of the superior, but the "superior" in front of it is just a false existence.
He is just a human being, a human who somehow has the aura of the superior of the Zerg race.
Thinking of this, the commander flapped his wings even more crazily, biting K's shoulder regardless.
The dignity of the superior cannot be tarnished, and such shame must be washed away with blood.
The sharp fangs immediately pierced K's shoulder deeply, and the powerful jaw bit the muscle, completely biting off a piece of flesh.
The commander bared his teeth in retaliation, and there were still fresh red and white muscles on the blood-stained sharp teeth.
Without any hesitation, it swallowed the piece of flesh and blood, which was as big as a baby's fist.
The veteran who was a little further away sighed and closed his eyes, and his last glimmer of hope was shattered.
The conductor screamed high-pitched, as if venting his excitement after overcoming fear.
However, its loud cry suddenly stopped without any expectation.
The wings that were supposed to be fanning with all their might turned out to be like rusty machinery.
A trace of desperate fear flashed through the commander's smart eyes.
Why was the blood food that was supposed to be delicious mixed with a power that made his spirit tremble?
The superior does not. king The aloof royal family, the untouchable royal family, the most primitive awe and surrender hidden in every Zerg gene The commander's vision slowly became dim.
It didn't understand why the blood of the king insect would flow in a human body.
The aura of the superior could be faked, but this kind of thing originating from the genetic level could never be created and Copied.
Is he really a royal?
A terrifying thought occupied the commander's entire mind.
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"This news must be notified to the commander."
But its power is getting weaker and weaker.
If it doesn't even have the power to flap its wings, how can it possibly deliver this message?
Why the power disappears The king's majesty is awe-inspiring, but it never loses its power.
But why doesn’t even the power to flap the wings exist?
The commander will never know the truth, because its life, with the stagnant vibration of its wings, completely turns to ice.
It is the ultimate cold, freezing to the bone.
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