Interstellar boss, she doesn't talk about martial arts

Is Chapter 1785 important? (Two large chapters combined)

A giant beetle, its body enormous and resembling a moving boulder, charged forward despite the raging blue-purple electric current.

It used its massive, serrated pincers to smash down with tremendous force.

"boom--!"

A heart-wrenching tearing sound rang out.

The military exoskeleton on Zi Feng's shoulder and arm shattered instantly, along with the skin underneath which was covered in blue-purple electric light, leaving a deep gash that exposed the bone.

Warm blood gushed out instantly, rising into the scorching air with a sweet, fishy smell, which made the Zerg even more frenzied.

The smell of blood made them unable to control themselves.

They were determined to tear this man in front of them, who had a ferocious beast-like head and was covered in blue-purple fur and crackling electricity, to pieces!

Zi Feng was hit in the chest, let out a muffled groan, and the violent lightning suddenly dimmed.

He was like a kite with a broken string, slammed to the ground by the enormous impact.

He rolled backwards and finally crashed into a twisted and broken alloy pipe, lying there motionless amidst the dust.

A humanoid boy named Qingcheng with a fox tail nervously huddled behind a makeshift shelter made of several huge stone slabs, feeling as if his heart was about to shatter and his ribs were about to jump out.

Sweat, dust, and a kind of cold fear clung stickily to my face.

Fragments of the Zerg's genes flew everywhere in the air, like dandelion seeds, landing on humans.

The stench was nauseating.

The fingertips of the humanoid boy Qingcheng were white from excessive force, and he was trembling uncontrollably as he gripped the ugly metal can tightly in his hand.

On the metal can, the cold, rough touch of the last heavy screw was the only real tactile sensation at that moment.

"You're not an adult yet, are you? Hurry up and go! You can't go to the battlefield!" Several ordinary people ran over, helping up the unconscious humanoid Zi Feng while impatiently scolding the young man.

That tone, and those eyes filled with pity, pierced Qingcheng's mind once again with unparalleled clarity.

They still look down on humanoids...

The humanoid boy, Qingcheng, gritted his teeth.

He was too old to go to the battlefield, but his whole family was already there.

He even sensed that ten of his twelve family members had died.

Now, only he and a cousin are still alive.

He wanted to help, to save his only cousin.

Because he couldn't become a formal soldier, he couldn't enter the core battlefield and could only do some unimportant manual labor in the ruins behind the lines.

It was as if he was only fit to stand at the feet of heroes, cleaning up the battlefield debris.

But now, their most proud hero—Zi Feng—has fallen.

On the Zerg side, they keenly detected the strong smell of fresh blood on Zi Feng's body and the signal that his strength had suddenly weakened.

They abandoned their scattered targets, their compound eyes gleaming with a greedy, hungry light, like a school of piranhas that had smelled blood.

Swarms of Zerg gathered, emitting even more excited and piercing shrieks, converging into a destructive black torrent that surged madly toward Zi Feng, who was being held up by several ordinary people!
The wave, composed of countless carapaces, forelimb blades, and mouthparts dripping with acid, was about to completely engulf and tear the people in front of it to pieces.

It's now!

The fear that had been building up for over a decade, the humiliation and resentment he had suffered since childhood, were instantly replaced by a burning, almost destructive resolve.

Qingcheng suddenly peeked halfway out from behind the cover, her white fox tail fluttering high behind her.

With her slender arms outstretched, she used all her strength to hurl the heavy, unassuming metal canister toward the densest center of the Zerg population!
At the same time, he pressed his thumb hard on the simple detonator button, which was already soaked with sweat, held in his other hand.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a slightly muffled "plop".

The canister that had been thrown earlier suddenly disintegrated in mid-air.

A thick, blue-green smoke, emitting an indescribable stench, suddenly exploded, expanding and spreading rapidly like a living thing, instantly enveloping an area of ​​about ten meters in radius.

The smell was extremely strange and pungent, like swamp silt that had rotted for millions of years, mixed with the most concentrated biological pheromones and glandular secretions, so strong that it almost had a tangible weight, pressing heavily into the air.

Time seemed to freeze within the cage, consumed by the stench.

The next moment, a miracle, or rather, a hellish scene, occurred.

Those Zerg warriors who had been frantically rushing towards Zifeng and fighting like madmen just a second ago suddenly froze in their tracks.

The cold, cruel light that had emanated from their dark purple compound eyes when they locked onto their prey vanished instantly, replaced by a completely chaotic crimson.

The sharp, trembling sound suddenly rose in pitch, turning into a mad, insane shriek filled with irrationality and murderous intent!

They stopped attacking, ignored the delicious flesh and blood so close at hand, and began to attack indiscriminately.

The closest of their own kind are naturally the targets of their deadly claws and teeth.

The ear-piercing scraping sound of forelimb blades tearing through carapace, the sizzling corrosion sound of acid spraying onto the carapace, the dense muffled thuds of tentacle-like limbs writhing and colliding, and the mournful shrieks of the dying Zerg...

Instantly, it replaced the previous roars of charging, echoing throughout the entire West District battlefield.

The area shrouded in dark purple smoke instantly transformed into a terrifying vortex of infighting and carnage.

Dark purple insect blood, like cheap paint, was splattered everywhere, creating grotesque patterns on the ground and broken walls.

The humanoid boy, Qingcheng, was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, his breaths burning hot.

Holding onto the cold, rough edge of the cement slab, he staggered out, his feet stomping on the sticky insect blood and broken shells with an unpleasant "plop" sound.

Zi Feng lay in the cold metal ruins, a viscous mixture of insect blood flowing beneath him.

His face was ashen white, and the wound on his chest was gruesome and gaping open, so deep that bone was visible, with blood still slowly seeping out.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, those eyes that had once stirred up thunder, his gaze unfocused and weak, lingering with the bewilderment of someone who had survived a catastrophe.

With difficulty, he raised his hand, which was covered in his own blood and dark purple insect slime, and placed it heavily on the shoulder of the humanoid boy Qingcheng, which was covered in oil and dust.

His hand, though seemingly weak, possessed an indescribable, immense strength.

“Qingcheng…” Zi Feng uttered each word as if it had taken a tremendous amount of effort.

His voice was hoarse and broken, carrying a heavy stench of blood, and his gaze moved with difficulty to Qingcheng's hand.

He was still clutching that crude detonator.

Zi Feng said haltingly, "...Why did you come? These bottles and jars of yours...are they really working?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a violent cough, and a trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The setting sun had already disappeared, and the moonlight was unusually cold.

Piercing through the smoke and eerie dark purple mist that permeated the air above the western district, a few streaks of silver light scattered down.

The humanoid boy, Qingcheng, lowered his head, his gaze falling on his hand tightly gripping the wrench. That hand didn't look like a boy's; the rough palm was covered with calluses and scratches.

At this moment, it was covered with sticky, cold, dark purple insect blood that shimmered with an eerie glow.

The humanoid boy, Qingcheng, subconsciously rubbed the rough surface of the wrench on his equally dirty and greasy work pants, trying to wipe away the cold, slippery filth belonging to the insectoid race.

The metallic touch traveled through my palm, carrying an unusually calm and powerful force.

After the dark purple bloodstain on the wrench was wiped away, the exposed metal reflected a faint yet extremely resilient light under the cold moonlight.

Within a ten-meter radius, the terrifying hiss of the Zerg killing each other and the sound of their carapaces shattering still echoed, like background noise from the depths of hell.

The humanoid boy, Qingcheng, raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the killing field before him, a field composed of steel, flesh, and madness.

He said, "...This is what my grandfather used to collect. He said it might be effective against the Zerg."

Zi Feng said, "...is it your grandfather's...biopheromones?"

The humanoid boy, Qingcheng, nodded emphatically: "He said it would be useful, so I'm going to use it!"

It does work, but it's definitely too little.

Against so many Zerg, it's a drop in the ocean...

Qingcheng thought of how his grandfather had given him this life-saving item, only to die in the ravages of the insectoid race. He gripped the wrench tightly, his expression instantly turning gloomy.

At this moment, the brutal battle in the western district of Mulan City was also transmitted to the StarNet by Xia Chujian's live streaming account.

The inhabitants of Kanli Star, Zangge Star, and Beichen Star were speechless as they watched this brutal live broadcast of the war.

Even professional data manipulation companies didn't operate on the StarNet at this time.

Although they also received orders to stir up trouble on the StarNet and suppress the popularity of Xia Chujian's live broadcast of the war on the distant stars, they previously thought it wouldn't be a problem.

They make a living off this, and they feel it's no different from any other order they've ever done.

I accepted it.

But at this moment, when they saw the brutal war shown on the live stream, and the scene of dozens of humanoids, almost bare-handed, struggling to take down a single Zerg, they all fell silent, choked up, and felt as if something was stuck in their hearts.

Never before had these people felt, as they did now, that all human beings, whether slaves or outcasts, were just like them!

The Zerg are the outliers!
They are the true enemies who will wipe them out!
Humanoids are risking their lives to protect this world that belongs to humanity...

Therefore, even the staff of online marketing companies couldn't suppress the popularity of this live stream online.

As for the staff of Xingwang social platform who were ordered by their superiors to limit the traffic to Xia Chujian's live streaming account, they pretended not to see anything.

Are you kidding me? !

The entire empire, even the entire race, is at a critical juncture of life and death. Do they have the time to pay attention to unreasonable demands from above?!
To put it bluntly, if Guiyuan Star really can't stop the Zerg invasion, everyone thinks that the entire Beichen Empire will probably not escape the fate of the other countries.

The country will perish and the race will be wiped out!

Since we're already facing national extinction, should I do the work my boss assigns...?

Is it important?
Is it important?
Is it important?!

At this moment, on the live broadcast screen, under the cold moonlight and the pervasive smoke, more shadowy, enormous insect shadows are emerging again from the deep shadows in the center of the western district of Mulan City on Guiyuan Star, wriggling.

This is the second batch.

Their massive silhouettes appeared even more ferocious and terrifying in the night, like surging black mountains.

The sound of new carapaces rubbing together, deep and heavy, carrying the tremors of the earth, came from afar, like dull drumbeats striking the tense nerves of everyone watching the live stream.

As for the people of the western district of Mulan City who are facing all of this, they have become numb.

It's all about dying; the question is whether the death is worthwhile!
……

When the new Zerg appeared from that core luxury villa area in the West District, the humanoid squad had almost been wiped out.

Wu Hang, who is in charge of the western district, has assembled a new special operations team in the military zone here—codenamed "Aurora"—and is distributing various weapons and ammunition to them.

This special operations squad of one hundred men, commanded by Major Fang Chengliang, consisted entirely of Space Marines who survived the battle of the Space Fortress.

They are the most powerful and experienced special operations team in the entire Mulan City.

The mechs they were wearing were second-generation mechs that Xia Chujian had collected from Dafu County!

There weren't many second-generation mechs left on the entire Guiyuan Star; she had acquired almost all of them.

Her original intention was to equip the Star Marines who survived the Battle of Space Fortress.

This arrangement did indeed play a significant role.

When Wu Hang discovered that the Zerg had broken out from within the western district of Mulan City, he distributed more than a hundred sets of second-generation mechs to the newly formed Aurora Special Forces Team.

A new, outrageously large swarm of insects has been crawling over from the most luxurious residential area in the western district.

Compared to the previous batch, they are all too big to fly.

However, as it crawled and crept across the ground, it corroded the entire once-solid street into a pitted mess, and even emitted wisps of suspicious dark purple mist.

Fang Chengliang led his special operations team and charged forward without hesitation.

The second-generation mech's gleaming greatsword, modified from Zerg forelimb material, is unparalleled in its sharpness.

Dealing with this new large Zerg is not actually that easy.

Because their entire bodies appear to be covered in black carapace.

As Fang Chengliang propelled the mecha forward, he used the mecha's internal communication system to remind everyone.

"The biggest weakness of this beetle species is the area below the neck where the shoulders meet."

"If you can't cut it with one cut, then cut it with two cuts, or three cuts!"

As he spoke, he took the lead in jumping and then swooped down from the air. A cold light flashed on the mechanical arm, and the blade had already slashed past the neck of the large beetle below.

Sure enough, it couldn't be cut with a single stroke.

Without hesitation, he immediately swung his knife back again!

At that very moment, the Zerg whose throat he had slit was not sitting idly by and waiting to die.

The tentacle-like limbs were raised high, revealing the black, shiny claws at the tips of the limbs, and then it stabbed fiercely into Fang Chengliang's back!
"Captain, watch out!" the special forces soldiers behind Fang Chengliang shouted in alarm.

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　　I have written many stories about tilting your head back so that tears won't fall.

　　I tried it myself recently and found it really works.

　　(End of this chapter)