The flying ability of the Rotten Butterfly is far inferior to that of the Winged Insect. The Winged Insect is the overlord of the sky, but the Rotten Butterfly is the overlord of mental control.
However, the mind control of the Rotten Butterflies largely requires the use of the eyes on their wings, but in such foggy weather, the effect of mind control can only be weakened to a minimum.
"This winged insect is close to the level of a king insect. I can feel his violent spirit." The Rot Butterfly kept circling and diving in the air, and its sharp claws cut through the mist again and again. There was already a deep scratch on the Rot Butterfly's wings.
"So what should we do now? We have no advantage in the air."
The Rotten Butterfly calmly dealt with the winged insects. The eyes on its wings released an extremely strange blue light in an instant, and the speed of the winged insects in the mist suddenly slowed down.
The winged insect, whose mental state was already extremely unstable, became further confused by the influence of the rotten butterfly, causing his predictive ability to become inaccurate.
A powerful roar came from the mist: "Give me the cub!"
The ethereal voice of the Rotten Butterfly came from all directions: "Your insect nature has been extinguished. You are not qualified to raise a male insect cub."
The winged insect was furious: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Rotten Butterfly: "Even though we are alien insects, we cannot harm an innocent cub. He has no sin in him and will never be corrupted by darkness. He is as pure white as a white rose covered with dew. I will not allow any insect to harm him. I will always protect his purity."
The pure Lan Ze was confused, he never knew he was pure...
The ability of Fudie cannot be exerted in foggy weather. It is rare for fog to appear in Black Domain City. When there is no fog, Fudie is definitely the most powerful one in Black Domain City.
All Zergs with the mind control talent are fragile. The Creator is still fair sometimes.
When another huge wound appeared on the wing of the Rot Butterfly, his speed had slowed down a lot.
If this continues, the Rot Butterfly will be torn into pieces by the alien insects sooner or later. Lan Ze, who was staying in the clavicle of the Rot Butterfly, broke free from the tentacles of the Rot Butterfly, spread his wings and turned into a blue stream of light flying in the opposite direction of the Rot Butterfly.
The winged insect chased after Lan Ze, and the seriously injured Rot Butterfly cried out in grief in the air, but the trace of its young had been obscured by the fog, and there was white fog everywhere.
"We must not let anything happen to the cub!"
The rotten butterfly struggled to fly forward, dragging its broken wings.
In the mist, Lan Ze flapped his little wings desperately to fly forward. The live broadcast ball happily fluttered its golden little wings and flew beside Lan Ze. The pink and blue ball body sparkled with clear light in the mist.
This light triggered the winged insect's chaotic memories. The remaining fragments of memory flashed through the winged insect's mind. He remembered the golden sea, the deep blue sky, the sparkling cosmic galaxy and the colorful unfinished paintings.
The half-finished model was placed on the table, and an ancient sacred voice said: "There is always light in darkness, and hope should be born in destruction. Cover the sinful body with gorgeous clothes and golden wings."
"Whoever controls it can decide the fate of the entire Zerg race."
The fragments of long-lost memories brought back Wingworm's sanity. Wingworm's violent mind calmed down a little. He looked at the brilliant blue light in front of him, and his powerful voice calmed down a lot: "I won't hurt you. As Rot Butterfly said, we don't hurt innocent Zerg, and the little cub is undoubtedly the most innocent."
Lan Ze was so tired that he was panting heavily. He cursed in a soft and childish voice, "Fuck you, I don't believe you!"
Hearing the almost broken little voices of the cubs, many female insects burst into tears.
The muscular female insects, who were as big as a mountain, wiped their tears and posted comments with tears in their eyes: "Lan Ze, the little cutie, is almost dead from exhaustion."
"How far can my soft little wings fly, my poor little bug?"
"He's so young, why doesn't this damn winged insect let him go!"
"That's right! I swallowed it in one gulp and there was no sound. Why are you trying to catch my little bug?"
"Every time the cute Lan Ze does a live broadcast, I get nervous. My eyes were swollen from crying during the last live broadcast in Xueyu."
"This is the only one of its kind. Just think of it as wiping the windows of your soul."
"Ever since I watched the cute little Lan Ze's live broadcast, I have to clean the windows of my soul every time..."
"Same world, same old female insect father, I am dead..."
The winged insect stared at the live broadcast ball, his confused memory told him that this small live broadcast ball was very dangerous, so he kept a certain distance from the cub.
Lan Ze's small wings cannot fly thousands of miles, and he cannot use his mind control talent in the fog. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, and tried his best to use his space travel talent to run onto the back of the winged insect again.
He hugged a vertical spike tightly and gasped for breath.
The little butterfly flew onto my back!
The winged insect thought of the delicate wings of the little butterfly and subconsciously reminded the young one: "The vertical thorns on my back are very sharp, be careful that they will pierce your delicate little wings."
Lan Ze folded his wings and asked unhappily, "What do you want to do?"
"There are a lot of things I want to do. Do you want to hear them?"
Lan Ze curled his lips: "I'm not interested. It's not a good thing anyway."
Two hours later, the fog in Black Domain City gradually dissipated, and the sparse stars in the dark sky twinkled with faint light.
The winged insect landed in a huge cave. Lan Ze flew down from its back and flew in front of the winged insect.
The winged insect's head was very much like a python, and its two huge eyes were looking at Lan Ze, with green fireflies flashing in its irises.
The cub was very, very small, but the pair of wings behind him were so strange and magnificent. The dark cave was filled with blue light, and the golden veins on his wings seemed to have their own breath, constantly flowing with sacred golden light, which made the winged insect have the urge to worship him.
There is no other creature as beautiful as this one among the Zerg. This is the only Light God Butterfly.
If the little butterfly is made into a specimen, its beautiful wings will never be able to flap again, and its wings as soft as petals will lose the luster of life. Its round blue-gold eyes will never blink flexibly again, and its eyelashes like butterfly wings will never flutter in the air.
The winged insect looked seriously at the little insect in front of it.
Lan Ze stared at him warily.
The king insect hidden in the black fog narrowed his blood-red eyes dangerously, and his vertical pupils had shrunk into a thin black needle.
The winged insect tilted its head and looked around Lan Ze. The more it looked, the more it felt that every part of the cub was very pleasing to the eye.
The cub will grow up and may be countless times more beautiful than it is now. Making it into a specimen now would be a blasphemy against art, and blasphemy against art is an unforgivable crime.
The winged insect hesitated.
The winged insect retreated.
The winged insect sighed sadly, his eyes as big as a manhole cover drooped, and he looked very dejected. He scratched his claws and said irritably: "You should go to bed now. The cub should go to bed early and get up early. Staying up late is not good for your health."
Lan Ze: “…”
Forget it. The transformed alien insects can hardly communicate with each other. The Mr. Rotten Butterfly we met is probably the only relatively normal alien insect.
Lan Ze reluctantly picked up the backpack on his back and took out the flower cake that Mr. Fudie gave him. He opened the package and ate one, then whispered to the camera: "I think this flower cake tastes weird."
The female insects posted comments with tears in their eyes: "Baby, the stuffing inside is rotten..."
Lan Ze looked at the comments on the screen, and the flower cake in his mouth got stuck in his throat, choking him to tears.
He quickly picked up the small water bottle in his backpack and took a sip of water, then it took a lot of effort to swallow the flower cake.
But in the eyes of the winged insect, the little butterfly who had just finished eating the flower cake was drinking water from a small kettle with tears in his eyes. The small kettle was not even as big as his nostrils.
A lonely little bug, its dark blue trouser legs and black boots were all dirty, its white vest and silver-gray coat also had some stains, its fair and tender face was covered with lines left and right, like a little cat, and looked very pitiful.
Such a little bug ran to Black Domain City alone. Who knows how the guardian bugs at home would abuse him.
This is simply the annihilation of human nature and the degradation of morality!
The winged insect, whose insect nature was completely destroyed without leaving any trace, felt a little compassion at this moment. He moved his claws and pulled out a paper-thin reader from the crack of the insect shell on his abdomen. He said in a muffled voice, "Don't cry. I'll tell you a story about insects."
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Lan Ze was in a mess.
Perhaps his superficial soul could not keep up with the profound thoughts of the winged insect. He silently took a sip of water and looked at the winged insect with eyes that looked at a mentally retarded person.
The winged insect subconsciously interpreted this look as one of expectation. For some reason, he felt a little shy, and with some embarrassment, he began to tell the insect story in his deep bass voice.
"In the universe, the Zerg believe that they are the only intelligent creatures in the world. When technology develops rapidly and the Zerg reaches its peak of prosperity, an indescribable disaster befalls. When the disaster first appears, the Zerg who have witnessed it become mentally disturbed. In their fragmented mumblings, the disaster is a black mist in the abyss, a blood-red giant eye that suddenly appears in the endless darkness."
“No Zerg knew his face. Zerg that came into contact with the Calamity began to go crazy. The darkness corroded them, turning them into monsters with great power but gradually losing their sanity.”
"The Zerg, seeking power, began to look for the disaster. In the minds of the Zerg, this is an intelligent creature from a higher dimension, incomprehensible and unfathomable. The Zerg cannot understand its thoughts, just like ants cannot understand our thoughts, but it has the magical power to change the gene sequence."
"So some Zerg began to look for his footprints, calling him in all kinds of incredible ways. When they finally got a glimpse of his existence, they willingly stepped into the darkness and used the power they gained to start a carnival before revenge."
Wingworm's tone gradually became serious, and it was obvious that he was also fascinated by this story.
"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring back at you. The Zerg that gained power fell into infinite pain. They forgot their past happiness and deepened their past pain. Their insect nature began to disappear, and they became complete slaves of the calamity."
"It has always existed. The spreading black fog will cover the entire Zerg. This arrogant race has become a toy in his hands. The world is about to be overturned."
The sound of the winged insect became lower and lower, echoing in the dark cave, and sounded a bit scary.
Lan Ze held the small kettle and blinked and said, "Then this disaster is quite idle."
The winged insect raised its eyelids and glanced at him, shaking its huge snake head and saying, "Suppose you are very bored and you find an ant nest. On a whim, you pour boiling tin water into the ant nest. After the tin water cools down, it will become a very ornamental ant nest model. Is it meaningful for you to do all this? It's just because you are bored."
"Now I can understand a little bit now that you put it. This story is quite dark. What happened later?" Lan Ze asked, supporting his chin.
The winged insect carefully held the small reader with its claws and continued to read: "When the Zerg's catastrophe came, the Zerg finally realized how insignificant they were. They put away their arrogance and prayed humbly."
"The indescribable disaster opened its huge blood-red eyes from the abyss. It turned all the disasters into seven childish toys, extending the time of this terrible game."
This story finally aroused Lan Ze's interest: "What are these seven toys?"
Wingworm shook his head again and whispered, "I can't remember the others, I just remember that one of the toys was a twelve-sided Rubik's Cube."
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