Cute insect master, join the chat group!

Kal'tsit looked at the little child.

"There is no problem!"

A smile broke out on Zeg's face.

"it is good."

After getting psychological comfort, the woman took her first step.

"Zerg is going too!"

More organisms arrived outside, and the infected Marines guarding outside felt hostile.

Then, as the master of the Zerg, he could not stand idly by.

More biomass, more essence!

"you……"

Kal'tsit subconsciously wanted to say something.

"I will protect him, Kal'tsit."

Skadi picked up the little child by the collar and held him in her arms.

"There's no need to worry about his safety."

Zeger's strength meant that he didn't need to worry about any attacks.

The main reason is that the deep-sea hunters are worried about what the Sarkaz girl will do after she wakes up and sees the little child all alone.

It’s better to keep Zeg under your nose.

The outside world is too dangerous for him.

It can only be said that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

In this world—

She was the only one who was devoted to Zeger and had no strange thoughts.

Whether it's Kiana Kaslana, Mei Raiden, or Tallulah, they all have bad intentions towards Zeger.

Skadi vowed to keep Zeg from falling into the clutches of others!

"……Row."

Kal'tsit hesitated, but she finally agreed.

The individual strength of the Deep Sea Hunter is among the best on land.

There shouldn't be any problem protecting Zeger.

The woman looked at her body.

As for the virus... we'll talk about it later.

It now appears that these viruses have both malignant and benign effects on the human body.

As for what influenced it——

Kal'tsit looked at the little child.

"Zerg, when you go up later, don't attack anyone with these symbols."

She instructed seriously.

The woman didn't want to bring back a bunch of tentacle creatures.

Pandora's box has been opened.

She was no longer able to close the box.

but--

Kelsey can still do something.

"it is good!"

Zeg remembered what the sign looked like.

The viruses released by the venomous organisms have already seeped into the soil.

However, the Zerg Overlord did not intend to directly activate the rapid distortion characteristics of the Zerg virus.

It would be a better option to assimilate both the bodies and minds of these creatures into part of the Swarm.

The brainless zombies are useless and are not as useful as the locusts produced by the host.

Soon, the group returned to the ground.

At this moment, the members of Tower of Babel were confronting another group.

The other side was led by a woman wearing a black cloak and having two white horns on her head.

"I'm a little tired of killing."

"Surrender yourselves."

The woman's tone was a little heavy, and she sighed.

The sword in his hand has not yet been unsheathed, but the elite soldiers of the Tower of Babel are already facing a formidable enemy.

"His Royal Highness the Regent's orders are to control this area. These people from the Tower of Babel should be completely eliminated, Your Excellency Quisasina."

Someone in the team reminded her.

"I am the top leader of this operation."

The woman named Kwisashina simply lowered her eyes slightly and glanced at him.

"...I will report what happened here to His Royal Highness the Regent."

The man couldn't bear the pressure and finally said so.

"what ever."

Kwisathina withdrew her gaze.

She was somewhat tired of this war among her own race that seemed to have no end in sight.

Killing, blood, death...

When will it end?

But as a member of the Pardoner——

She still needs to serve the regent.

"Surrender, people of Babel."

…………

Volume 4: Chapter : The Defeated Female Sarkaz (K)

Kwisatsina held the sword in her hand.

This time her mission was to be the leader of the Pardoners, and it was assigned to her directly by her father.

This meant she couldn't say no.

For this reason, Quesasina had to leave the family’s residence and leave the experimental subject.

The Regent took this mission very seriously. After discovering that the hired Sarkaz were captured by the people of Babel, the contact person directly ordered them to launch an attack.

It’s just that Quesasina herself is a little tired of the infighting among her own kind.

She saw no point in this war.

"You deserve to know the answer, Absolver."

Ascalon looked at the Sarkaz holding the long sword.

The iconic Pardoner costume.

He just didn't wear the skull mask that the Forgiveness Master often wore.

The exposed face was beautiful yet a little tired.

“…This is not a wise choice.”

Kwisashina raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at the other person.

It's a very powerful Sarkaz.

She grasped the hilt of the sword.

"If that's your choice, then I'll have no choice but to draw my sword."

The long sword was pulled out slightly, and day and night seemed to be separated at the same time.

A powerful swordsman.

Ascalon came to a conclusion.

She vaguely recalled the intelligence she had received.

The team sent out by Lady Theresa once reported that they had seen a swordsman who could split the day and night.

Then none of these teams came back.

But later on, the information about this swordsman gradually disappeared until he no longer appeared.

It was as if the other party had withdrawn from the civil war battlefield.

"The bloodline of the Pardoner is actually involved in this."

A beautiful woman.

The female assassin caught a glimpse of several figures walking behind her.

Kal'tsit, the little child I saw earlier, and a woman I had never seen before.

Where did she come from?

Kal'tsit stared at the woman with white horns opposite her.

"Quisatushta actually sent his blood relatives here. It seems that the Regent attaches great importance to this mission."

The woman said so.

"..."

At this time, Quesasina raised her head and looked at the Filin woman.

It was mentioned in the intelligence that he was one of Babel’s right-hand men.

She is a Filin woman named Kal'tsit.

No Sarkaz knew why a Flin would join the Sarkaz civil war.

"Surrender, Kal'tsit."

she spoke.

These people from the Tower of Babel were brought here by Kal'tsit.

"The team you brought is not enough to force me to make the decision to surrender, Absolution Master."

Kal'tsit's tone didn't fluctuate at all.

“…clang.”

The sword was drawn.

A dazzling light appeared.

Day and night seem to be cut off by this ray of light.

"Kal'tsit!"

Ascalon witnessed the light attacking the woman.

She had no time to stop it, and no way to stop it.

She is an assassin, not a swordsman who faces the enemy head-on.

"when!"