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Lan Ze showed the bottom of the tin can to the female insects watching the live broadcast. The line of black dates with a little biscuit residue appeared in the live broadcast room.
"This is the production date on the bottom of the bottle. I've never seen a number starting with "ze" before. What era is this from?" Lan Ze asked while holding up the small iron box and looking at the screen.
The Zerg are a race that has experienced a lot of division and turmoil. They live on different planets, which makes their history very confusing. There will be several eras in the same era, and the method of recording dates in each era is different.
The audience in the live broadcast room shook their heads, but the Rot Butterfly nearby became interested. The eyes on the edge of its wings glanced decadently at the date on the bottom of the iron box, and then the countless eyes on its wings immediately opened wide.
"Cub, let me see that tin box."
Lan Ze handed the iron box over, and the rot butterfly rolled up the iron box with its tentacles, and the eyes on its wings looked over.
Fudie has no face and no expression can be seen on his face which is as black as rock, but judging from the expressions in his thousands of eyes, the date on the iron box must have special meaning to Fudie.
"Is there anything special about this date, Mr. Fudie?"
Rot Butterfly flapped its wings gently, and after the excitement just now, the eyes on its wings became dull again. He leaned against the wall covered with moss and vines, and said cautiously: "It's hard to say. I have studied these things before. Although I have forgotten the past in the transformations, I remember that the symbol ze is the symbol of the Age of Disaster in mythology, but the Age of Disaster is just a story..."
Lan Ze had read about this era before in an introductory history book about the Zerg. At that time, the book only mentioned this era briefly as a myth.
It is said that after the Age of Disaster, the Zerg faced a catastrophe, and only the mutant hive hidden in the nuclear reactor still holds the last hope for the entire Zerg.
The legendary mutated insect nest in the nuclear reactor is the glimmer of hope left by the disaster in the destruction, because there is a sleeping larva of the God of Light Butterfly inside.
But this is just a legend. There are so many mythological stories circulating. If they were compiled into a book, it would be enough to kill a few insects with hard shells and thick flesh. No insect would believe it.
Lan Ze blinked his eyes. His blue-gold eyes looked magnificent in the light of the flames. The Light Butterflies were a magnificent and fantastic race. It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful species could be born among the ugly and terrifying Zerg.
Fudie looked into Lanze's eyes and felt that his languid spirit was gradually being healed. He looked at the cub's puzzled eyes, cheered up and said, "The symbol ze originated from a kind of writing of ancient humans. This symbol indicates bad luck to the Zerg, so the Zerg have always avoided this symbol. The three main forces of the Zerg are all like this."
Lan Ze blinked in confusion, very puzzled: "That's very strange, how come these three forces have such a common habit?"
This is even more incredible than if everyone on the planet could speak Chinese.
Now the entire Zerg has three major forces, one is the Seven Star Federation, the president is Samuel, the admiral is Chu Ran who has disappeared for a long time. The Seven Star Federation has a total of seven planets, namely Gemini, Pegasus, Liyue, the first main star, and secondary stars 1, 2, and 3.
One is the Zerg clan, and they have seven planets, namely Alien Star, Unity Dark Star, Destruction Star, Forgotten Star, Deep Blue Star, Morning Star and Death Star. These planets are particularly strange, and the Dark Star is always dark and there is never day.
The other force is Eden, which has only one planet and is a paradise for tycoons and interstellar pirates.
It is indeed very strange that these three forces do not even have a common pronunciation, but they all avoid the symbol "ze".
"It's just a can found in an abandoned building, it doesn't have to be such a coincidence...", Lan Ze flipped through the iron box, showing every detail of the iron box to the camera.
Some female insects who study history began to launch barrages of comments, and speculations about the iron box emerged one after another.
"Is it just a prank?"
"This is not actually an iron box. I feel that the material is very similar to some ultra-light alloys. These alloys are difficult to degrade and remain brand new even after tens of thousands of years."
"This is ridiculous. The non-degradable alloy is very expensive. Which insect would be so bored as to use this metal to make a can? Do you think it contains the meat of the king insect?"
"Am I the only one who thinks this can is weird? Normal cans contain compressed nutrient solution, but this one contains cooked meat and sweet biscuits."
"Emmmm, it looks like food prepared for male insect cubs..."
"Suppose that in some special environment, food for the cubs is very rare, and they use this expensive light metal to hold the food, but I can't imagine this situation."
Lan Ze ate a piece of meat while watching the barrage. The meat tasted very much like braised beef in soy sauce, and the texture was surprisingly good.
The female insects quietly admired the cubs eating, and were barely satisfied with their current condition.
After eating, Lan Ze lay down in the pile of ashes with residual warmth with satisfaction, which made the female insects' hearts tremble again.
"A little butterfly fluttering in the ashes, I cried!"
"My cub has suffered so much!"
Lan Ze stretched out his limbs comfortably and waved to the audience: "It's actually quite comfortable."
In the corner, Fudie was holding the iron box, and the eyes on its wings showed complex expressions of confusion, astonishment, and contemplation.
There are thousands of eyes, and the look in each eye is different. It looks very strange at first glance, but if you look at it a few more times, you will feel anxious and bored.
The vines on the wall shook their leaves impatiently, and the thorns hidden under the branches began to move slowly.
The leaves trembled, making rustling sounds. In this huge ruins, countless green leaves rustled in unison, whispering that only they could understand.
"Attack?"
"A Rot Butterfly close to the level of a king insect is an excellent fertilizer."
"He's very weak now, this is a golden opportunity!"
"Maybe we can find out the whereabouts of the black box. This is our only chance to control our own destiny!"
Among the many cold and sinister voices, a relatively vicissitudes of life voice said with dignity: "Don't do it!"
As soon as this voice came out, those voices began to question loudly: "Why!"
"We have to get that box!"
"We must seize the opportunity before the vineworms arrive!"
"Sang Gu! Don't forget why we came to Black Domain City."
The vine named Sanggu shook its branches and said calmly, "Of course I haven't forgotten our goal. We must get that black box, but we can't do it now because there is a very young male insect cub here."
The noisy sound suddenly turned silent.
After a long while, a young and rebellious voice trembled and asked in a low voice: "Cub? How young is the cub?"
Sang Gu moved the barbs, and although his voice was still vicissitudes of life, everyone could hear the restrained joy in his tone.
"Hmm... His little feet in boots are only as big as one of my leaves, and his two little hands are as soft and tender as newly grown buds."
The silent night was filled with waves of rustling sounds, and leaves after leaves began to tremble excitedly in the night.
"What does he look like?"
Sang Gu: "Her hair is black with a small whorl on top, her lips are beautifully lined like petals, her beautiful blue-gold eyes are round, her eyelashes are like two small fans, her cheeks are full, her personality is lively, her voice is childish, and she is as cute as an elf."
The vines became restless again.
A voice said, "We must get the box, but we must not harm the cubs."
This time there was a chorus of agreement, a rare moment of unity.
"First, attract the young to another place, then we can deal with the Rot Butterfly alone and force it to tell us the whereabouts of the box!"
The rustling sound of leaves continued for a long time. Lan Ze half-opened his eyes on the ash pile and said sleepily, "Is it windy again? The leaves are rustling so loudly."
Fudie glanced at the vines and put down the iron box in his hand.
The next day, Lan Ze woke up in a cold pile of ashes. A small bird with a red beak and white feathers and beautiful feathers landed on his chest, and its small black bean-like eyes stared at him ingratiatingly.
Lan Ze was stunned. Just as he was about to reach out to touch it, the bird happily pecked his wrist gently and rubbed his fingers affectionately.
The insect and the bird played for a while, then the bird pecked the back of Lan Ze's hand with its red beak and flew to the vines in the air. It stepped on the leaves with its two claws and jumped left and right, looking at him.
Lan Ze continued to lie in bed lying on the pile of ashes, ignoring the temptation of the little white bird.
The little white bird flew away, looking back every few steps.
After a while, a small bird with bright blue-green feathers and a pointed beak flew over, and every feather sparkled in the sun.
Lan Ze played with the bird for a while. When the bird flew away, Lan Ze rolled lazily on the pile of ash, and watched the bird fly away with indifference and ruthlessness, looking back every few steps, with a look on his face that said, "Why don't you come chase me?"
After a while, a pink peach-like bird flew over from the broken wall, flapping its wings and jumping around on Lan Ze's wrist. It was so cute.
Lan Ze touched the bird's head and looked at the sky in confusion: "Am I so popular with birds?"
The vine shook its leaves, telling its companions: "The young ones don't like the birds."
"What should we do then?"
"have no idea... "
As the branches and leaves shook, the rot butterfly that was resting with its eyes closed in the corner opened its eyes and waved its antennae towards Lan Ze.
He looked at the tiny insect and suddenly recalled many beautiful stories. It seemed that on countless nights, he had been writing his stories under the flowers and moonlight, writing about the universe and history.
These vague stories transformed into beautiful bubbles dancing in his mind, making his insect life after metamorphosis come alive for the first time.
A happy shadow appeared before his eyes, and the happiness enclosed in a gray hood was calling him in his frozen soul.
Why did you give up these joys and become an alienated Zerg
It must be hatred that could drive Chong crazy, but now he has even forgotten the hatred.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in my mind - every alienated Zerg will pay a heavy price.
The tiny cub had already walked to his ankles, looking up at him with its little head tilted up. He was so young, so tiny. He was the most delicate and fragile flower in the world. Even a tiny drop of dew could hurt him.
But how beautiful is such a pure and innocent life. If the box is to have an owner after all, it should be a Zerg like this who is not tainted by a trace of sin.
Fudie looked into those blue-gold eyes and called softly, "Dear, come to me."
Lan Ze walked over, and the butterfly gently flapped its wings, completely covering the body of the cub with its two huge black wings. With its wings folded, the butterfly extended its antennae to its ears, took out a small black box the size of a palm and placed it in Lan Ze's hand.
This box was only half the size of Lan Ze's palm, and there were many strange patterns on it. The patterns did not have any regularity, but they inexplicably made Chong feel palpitations.
Lan Ze opened his eyes in confusion. The tentacle of the Rot Butterfly gently stroked the top of his dark hair. Another tentacle wrote in Lan Ze's palm: "Hide this box and don't give it to any Zerg. Then chase the bird. It will take you to a safe place."
Lan Ze mouthed, "What about you? You're not in a good condition at all."
The Rot Butterfly narrowed its eyes cunningly and wrote with its tentacles: "I have always been underestimated by the Zerg. They will pay the price for this."
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