Interstellar calendar year 421, border.
The scorching gunfire tore through the deep black sky, and the continuous explosions shook the wreckage of the starship to peel off. Metal fragments floating in the sky were wrapped in gunpowder smoke, dyeing the star field a dead dark red.
The Seventh Fleet of the Interstellar Federation was completely defeated.
Ye Xi supported the broken command podium and half-knelt on the ground. The white combat uniform was scratched by the hot mecha fragments, and the soaked blood had already solidified and turned black. His back was still straight, like a spear that would never bend on the battlefield. Even if he was seriously injured and in a desperate situation, his iron-blooded pride never bent at all.
He is a top-level S-class Alpha that is scarce in the Federation. He is mentally powerful and his pheromones are as cold as snow. He is the sharpest God of War blade in the Federation.
As the youngest major general in the Federation, Ye Xi has been fighting on the border for five years without a single defeat. Countless Omegas have surrendered to him, and no Alpha of the same level can compete with him. He is recognized by the Federation as the most perfect top combat power.
But this time, they were not facing low-level bugs, but king bugs at the lord level.
The invincible Zerg army attacked overwhelmingly. Millions of war insects were densely armored. The pitch-black insect armor reflected the cold light. The sharp insect limbs easily crushed humanity's most sophisticated interstellar warships, completely encircling the Seventh Fleet in the unmanned star-shattering belt.
There was no response from his comrades in the communicator, only the intermittent noise of electricity was left, and the silence was so heart-chilling.
Under the serious injury, Ye Xi's uncontrollable Alpha Hanxue pheromones leaked slightly, with tension and anger on the verge of going berserk, but still refused to show any weakness.
Ye Xi raised her hand and slowly took off her bloody military cap. Her dark eyes were calm and cold, without any trace of panic. He had long been prepared to die for his country. As the Federation's Alpha Major General, dying on the battlefield was his only destination.
However, the expected death did not come.
All the remaining war insects around them bowed their heads and stood silently, not daring to make the slightest move.
In the void, the temperatureless voice was wrapped in strong disgust and disdain, and it accurately locked onto the wantonly spreading S-class Alpha aura:
"Take him back."
Alpha's reproductive cavity was forcibly broken open and a lifeless king insect larva was inserted...
Intention: The suffering of life