Chapter 122: Live Broadcast

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Live Broadcast

Mr. Hall put forward a proposal: "Make the live broadcast video public to the outside; everyone across this Galaxy needs to know clearly what the enemy we are facing truly looks like!"

A member of the Council of Commissioners objected: "That will not do; doing so will cause panic among the citizens, with consequences difficult to foresee!"

The SS-grade Marshal of the 1st Legion spoke in a cold voice: "Concealing it is what brings unforeseeable consequences! Think about it: if one day high-grade members of the Insectoid race disguise themselves as humans to walk into human society, who will be able to tell whether the person standing beside us is human or insect?

Look at their strength as well! Biological Mechas - these more than three thousand members of the Insectoid race before our eyes are every single one of them grade S and SS! Can we match them? Damn it, my fighting one-on-one against a single S-grade bug already leaves me exhausted to the point of shitting myself; now with a whole pack of S-grades and SS-grades like this, what the fuck is left to fight!"

The crude yet brutally frank words of the old Marshal left all those in the meeting room who wanted to cover up the information tongue-tied in unison, their faces turning as pale as sheets of paper.

That was right. Those more than three thousand S-grade and SS-grade Biological Mechas perched outside Wormhole No. 07 were merely a crowd of youths who had run away from home to go find their lovers! If the Insectoid race truly wanted to launch a war of annihilation, this force alone pouring across the border in unison would crush the entire defense line of the 2nd Legion in the blink of an eye!

Yet right now, this crowd of young insectoids had come carrying a peaceful attitude because they had watched a human motion picture, even wanting to form marriage alliances with humanity. If the live footage from the battlefield were made public at this moment, not only could it help all citizens of the Empire stay vigilant in recognizing the physical characteristics of high-ranking insectoids, more importantly... it would borrow the public opinion pressure of billions of people watching live to restrain both sides from daring to open fire recklessly!

"I agree with the proposal of Minister Hall and the Marshal!" The Commander of the 3rd Legion raised a hand to vote: "Immediately connect the live feed from the military satellite at Wormhole No. 07 to the emergency channel of the Interstellar Connection network! Simultaneously pass the order down to the garrison troops of the 2nd Legion: Temporarily maintain your defensive formation, under no circumstances open fire before clarifying the other party’s intentions, and try to gather maximum image data on the enemy’s Biological Mechas!"

"Approved!"

Merely ten seconds after the order was ratified.

Across all twelve star systems of the Lumina Galaxy, from the gigantic screens at the plazas of the central planets down to the personal smart watches of billions of citizens commuting to work, going to school, or sitting inside theaters discussing the film [Kiss of the Black Widow], every single device simultaneously sounded the SS-grade notification siren of the Legion Alliance!

[Emergency announcement from the Supreme Military Council and the Ministry of Internal Affairs: A special event concerning the racial secrets of the Insectoid race has been detected at the Wormhole No. 07 front line! All citizens are requested to remain calm and follow the live broadcast footage from the battlefield!]

The optical screens had barely snapped open when the scene of over three thousand giant insects with doors flung wide open atop their head cabins - revealing thousands of handsome young men and beautiful young women with sensory antennae and thin wings leaning halfway out to wave in greeting to the troops of the 2nd Legion - immediately struck the eyes of billions of netizens!

The entire Lumina Galaxy fell dead silent for three seconds, then exploded like a pan of boiling oil splashed with cold water:

[What the hell?! Is this a live broadcast from the Military Council at Wormhole No. 07?! This is not edited behind-the-scenes footage from Director Benjamin’s film, is it?!]

[Mother, I am so scared! The Insectoid race in real life truly possesses human form and sits piloting those giant insects like mechs, identical to the setting of Insectoid King Sylas’s role in the film! The third young master of the Hall family is no longer a screenwriter - is he a cosmic prophet?!!]

[Hold on a second, everyone; why does the announcement from the Ministry of National Defense call it an emergency situation out on the battlefield, yet when I look at that pack of S-grade, SS-grade members of the Insectoid race on the screen... every single one of them is wearing gem-studded silk clothes, with fresh flowers pinned in their hair while smiling coyly at the soldiers of the 2nd Legion like that?!]

Back at the frontline battlefield at Wormhole No. 07.

After receiving the urgent order passed down from the Capital General Staff Department - "Temporarily maintain your defensive formation, under no circumstances open fire before clarifying the other party’s intentions, and try to gather maximum image data on the enemy’s Biological Mechas" - hundreds of soldiers of the 2nd Legion had no choice but to continue sitting still inside their mech cockpits like wooden statues.

The human soldiers from top to bottom were all caught in a dilemma: if they fought, their superiors would not let them fight, whereas if they fled, they would bear the stigma of desertion in the face of the enemy, plus they were currently being stared at by billions of citizens across the entire Galaxy over the livestream!

Meanwhile, on the opposite side, when the more than three thousand young men and women of the Insectoid race saw that the human Alphas kept sitting frozen inside their mechs without answering a single word after their enthusiastic head-cabin-opening greeting, the whole crowd began to feel impatient.

"Hey, why do they keep staring fixedly at us without saying anything? Could it be that our pronunciation of the human language we learned through the films is not accurate yet, so they cannot understand what they are hearing?" The Black Widow Spider youth with the red flower pinned on his head turned to ask his friend beside him.

A boy belonging to the Golden Dragonfly tribe, with smooth emerald-green hair and two pairs of thin, translucent, metallic-glinting wings behind his back, rested his chin on his hand to think for a moment, then clapped his hands with a smack:

"I know! In the film [Kiss of the Black Widow] and those other human romance films, they all say that when you first pursue someone you like, you have to give fresh flowers, delicious food, and gemstones to show your sincerity first! With us running out empty-handed to propose marriage out of the blue like this, the human Alphas must be feeling shy or testing our sincerity! Quickly take out the gifts prepared beforehand in the storage holds to present to them!"

The young insectoids all around heard this, their two eyes lighting up brightly as they nodded in unison: "Right, right! You are still the one who watches the most films, so you understand human psychology best!"

Immediately, a whole series of storage holds beneath the bellies of the gigantic Biological Mechas popped open.

Before the bewildered gazes of the entire garrison of the 2nd Legion and billions of viewers watching live across the entire Galaxy, the young men and women of the Insectoid race began hauling out from their storage holds one after another every kind of precious "local specialty" that they had swept clean from their families’ private vaults before running away.

There were blocks of golden royal jelly radiating a rich fragrance with the effect of greatly nourishing mental power, bizarre bouquets of bioluminescent flowers as large as washbasins that grew only on the other side of the spatial abyss, and especially... chest after chest of S-grade, SS-grade energy mineral stones glittering in every color, of which human territory had to mine for several years straight just to extract a few stones!

The young insectoids operated the arms of their Biological Mechas or flew straight out themselves, enthusiastically shoving chest after chest of mineral stones and fresh flowers right into the two gun-holding mechanical hands of the human Mechas on the outer ring:

"Hey there, Alpha brother bearing serial number 089! I used my thermal-sensing eyes to look through your mech shell and saw that your build is tall, straight, and wonderfully proportioned, while your mental power waves are very healthy too! Take this chest of purple energy stones as a betrothal gift and follow me back to my tribe; once we get back there I will go hunting every day to grill meat for you to eat, never making you go fight battles this hard anymore!"

"Captain brother wearing the silver armor with the meteorite emblem over there! Pick me! I am a male from the direct line of the Black Widow Spider tribe, identical to Sylas in the film! However, you can rest assured, before leaving I already drank medicine to lock my reproductive venom gland; I also know how to spin silk myself to weave warm clothes and make a hammock for you to sleep in, please do not be afraid of me!"

"And that Alpha brother holding the optical sword too! I belong to the Golden Bee tribe; back at my home I have an entire pond of thousand-year flower nectar where drinking it increases your lifespan - so long as you nod to become my husband, that entire pond of nectar will belong to you!"

The more than twenty Alpha soldiers of the vanguard squad surrounded on the meteorite had faces turning from green to red at this moment, cold sweat pouring down in streams to soak through their undershirts inside the cockpits.

The two mechanical arms of their mechs, which had originally been raising laser guns, were now stuffed full of fresh flowers, honeycombs, and high-energy gemstones weighing their hands down heavily!

They were elite soldiers of the 2nd Legion! When heading out onto the battlefield to engage in bloody slaughter against hideous insectoid beasts, they never flinched a single step; yet suddenly being confronted by a crowd of handsome young men and beautiful young women as lovely as immortal youths and jade maidens crawling out of insect heads - who shoved piles of mineral stones worth tens of billions of silver stars into their faces while demanding to carry them back to their lairs to... mate and become husbands - not a single page in the entire combat curriculum of the Capital Military Academy had ever taught them how to counter this move!

On the galaxy-wide live broadcast channel, the netizen comment section, having shifted from its initial panic, had now completely erupted into a sea of exclamation marks:

[Fuck, fuck, fuck! It turns out three thousand S-grade, SS-grade bugs pouring out of Wormhole No. 07 today did not come to fight a battle, but because they finished watching the film Kiss of the Black Widow and hauled their dowries out to the front line to... PROPOSE MARRIAGE to the soldiers of the 2nd Legion?!!]

[Look at that chest of purple SS-grade mineral stones as big as a wardrobe trunk that the Spider-tribe boy just shoved into the hands of soldier number 089! Plus offering to keep him and grill meat every day without making him go to work! Brother 089, if you are not going to nod, yield that slot to me; I am a Beta, yet I am willing to go undergo gland-grafting surgery right tonight!]