Chapter 123: I Am Considering Cross-Species Love

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: I Am Considering Cross-Species Love

The youths of the Insectoid race, who were used to decisive action, began to lose patience upon seeing that they had given away all their dowries and spoken sweet words until their throats were dry while the human Alphas inside the cockpits still sat dead silent without daring to utter a single sound.

The beauty of the Queen Butterfly tribe standing on the chest of the Senior Lieutenant’s doorless Mecha knitted her delicate brows, turning to speak to her companions:

"Why do they keep staying silent forever like this? Think back to the film: when they were beneath the cliff in the rainforest, when Sylas was too shy to admit his feelings, did Major General Marcus not use force to pin Sylas against the rock face before kissing him outright? Only after kissing beneath the spiderweb did the two of them officially get together! Human men must all like that kind of rough, forceful style!"

The young insectoids all around finished listening, slapping their thighs with a loud smack as though having just realized the truth:

"You are dead right! It turns out human Alphas are all the type who pretend to refuse on the surface while secretly liking to be forced in their hearts! Then what are we still waiting for; let’s just tie up both the men and these iron shells of theirs to drag back to our lairs to consummate the marriage first, then work out the rest later!"

As the words fell, dozens of silver silk threads and biological vines from the insectoid Mechas simultaneously shot out again, wrapping three or four more loops around the more than twenty Mechas of the vanguard squad, beginning to call out together as they dragged both the men and the mechs scraping across the ground toward the mouth of Wormhole No. 07!

Meanwhile, the boldest of all was none other than the boy with emerald-green hair belonging to the Golden Dragonfly tribe.

The Golden Dragonfly boy saw that the cockpit door of the young Alpha First Lieutenant beside him had also been ripped off at some point, immediately flapping the pair of thin, translucent wings behind his back to fly straight into the mech cockpit!

Beneath the utterly horrified gaze of the First Lieutenant, who had never had a single romance to his name throughout his twenty-four years of life, the pretty Golden Dragonfly boy plopped right down onto the First Lieutenant’s lap, using both snow-white hands to hold tightly onto both sides of the First Lieutenant’s cheeks, tilting his head slightly at a forty-five-degree angle in an exact imitation of Elijah’s classic pose in the film, before... leaning down to press his soft, nectar-scented lips in a loud "smack" squarely onto the First Lieutenant’s lips!

Once he finished kissing, the Golden Dragonfly boy even licked his own lips lightly in complete satisfaction, his eyes shining brightly as he shouted out loud to his companions:

"Hey everyone! Kissing on the mouth feels wonderful, even softer than the nectar candy back home! Quickly drag this man back to my room!"

The Alpha First Lieutenant, who had been forcibly kissed right out of his very first kiss inside the mech cockpit, froze stiff all over as though struck on the crown of his head by lightning, while the more than twenty other Alphas being dragged along by silk threads across the meteorite finally had their psychological defense lines collapse, bawling miserably into the intercom:

"Help!!! Major Mason, save us! We do not want to be captured by insects to be taken back to their lairs as husbands! I have not even repaid my parents’ kindness back in my hometown yet!!!"

The miserable cries for help over being about to have their "chastity" robbed from more than twenty burly Alphas echoed throughout the communication channel, causing Michael and the soldiers behind him to both hold back their laughter to the point of internal injury and frantically move to gun their engines to charge forward, cut the silk, win back their comrades.

While all the attention on both sides of the battle line was pouring onto the chaotic tug-of-war in the central sector, out on the farthest edge behind a shadowed meteorite, three reconnaissance mechs bearing the insignia of the garrison’s logistics survey team (which were actually insiders planted in the military by the Central Research Institute to collect battlefield specimens) were quietly breaking away from the formation.

The eyes of the captain of the insider group lit up with frantic greed upon seeing a young insectoid belonging to the Orchid Mantis tribe perched all alone on the outermost edge. That was an insectoid youth with pale pastel-pink hair and a Biological Mecha shaped like a stunning pink-and-white orchid, who was absorbed in bowing his head to adjust a lopsided gift flower basket without paying any attention to his surroundings.

"A once-in-a-millennium opportunity! So long as we capture a humanoid insectoid individual alive along with this intact Biological Mecha to bring back for the Academicians to dissect, we will achieve a massive merit!"

The captain gave the order in a low voice over a private encrypted channel. The three mechs silently switched off their glowing thrusters, raising S-grade nerve-paralyzing magnetic net launchers aimed straight at that Orchid Mantis youth, their fingers already resting on the triggers ready to fire!

However, at that exact hair-trigger moment, the pitch-black spatial vortex at Wormhole No. 07 behind the backs of the young insectoids suddenly shook violently once more!

A terrifying wave of mental power coercion, ten times more seasoned and steady than that of the current youths, crashed straight out onto the battlefield from inside the wormhole!

The three insiders from the Research Institute, who had barely raised their net launchers, immediately had their targeting systems forced into a short-circuit flashing blazing red error warnings by that terrifying wave of coercion, cold sweat breaking out to soak through the backs of their shirts.

Because the three men knew full well that if they dared open fire to kidnap a young insectoid right before the eyes of the SS-grade elders of the Insectoid race, they themselves would be the very first ones torn to pieces, they turned green with fear, hurriedly retracting their net launchers before quietly slipping straight back to hide behind the garrison formation as though nothing had ever happened.

At that exact same moment, the youths of the Insectoid race, who were enthusiastically chanting as they hauled their "spoils of war" back to serve as husbands and wives, had barely sensed that coercion - so familiar it made their limbs go weak - transmitting from behind their backs when all three thousand of them immediately froze stiff as though someone had pressed a pause button, every single face turning as pale as a sheet of paper:

"We... we are dead meat! Those are the mental waves of the Elders and the law-enforcement squads of the tribes catching up to us!"

Before the young insectoids even had time to drop their silk threads to flee, from inside the vortex of Wormhole No. 07, over five hundred gigantic Biological Mechas in dark, somber colors, their hard shells crisscrossed with fierce battlefield scars, shot out as fast as black bolts of lightning!

Michael and the entire 2nd Legion, who had barely breathed out half a sigh of relief, immediately tensed their nerves tight again, raising their guns and cannons high under the impression that the true main force of the Insectoid race had arrived to coordinate in wiping them out.

However, before the wide, bewildered eyes of all the human soldiers at the front line and the Military Council watching the live broadcast on the Capital planet, those more than five hundred newly appeared high-grade Biological Mechas did not bother sparing the formation of the 2nd Legion even half a glance!

They charged straight into the middle of the Biological Mechas belonging to the three thousand insectoid youths standing on the meteorites; without a second word, they swung their forelegs and long armor-plated tails up... beating the young insectoids black and blue right in the middle of the battlefield!

"Smack! Smack! Bam! Thud! Bonk!"

"Ouch! That hurts! Grand Elder, stop knocking on my head cabin, you have dented all of my freshly maintained armor shell! I only wanted to find a human Alpha who knows how to speak sweet words like in the film!"

"Sweet words my foot! You disgrace to eighteen generations of ancestors! Who taught you lot the stunt of hauling out all the tribe’s reserve mineral stones to run over to the enemy’s doorstep to propose marriage?! Once we get back to the Mother Planet today, I am locking every last one of you brats inside the frozen stone cave to reflect for ten years! You even dared knock out the border guards to run away - do you believe I will break all of your legs once we get back?!"

The noisy berating via high-intensity mental waves, so strong that the audio receptors of the human mechs automatically translated several words, combined with the merciless bonking blows to the head ringing out non-stop across the meteorite field.

The Golden Dragonfly boy, who had barely finished forcibly kissing the First Lieutenant without even having time to crawl out of the man’s cockpit, had two biomechanical fingers reached in by a gigantic brass-colored Ancient Dragonfly to grab the back of his collar, hoisting him straight out like a kitten before delivering two hard smacks to his backside that left the boy whimpering, clutching his bottom and howling in pain.

Meanwhile, the beauty of the Queen Butterfly tribe who had just ripped off the Senior Lieutenant’s mech door was also wrapped up tightly in a ribbon of energy silk by the Grand Elder of her tribe, regardless of her thrashing about to call back over her shoulder:

"Handsome Alpha, remember to keep my chest of betrothal mineral stones safe; once my grounding punishment is over, I will sneak back across to find you!"

Within less than five minutes, the more than three thousand fine youths of the Insectoid race who had just thrown the entire front line into chaos had been knocked until their heads were covered in bumps by their parents and elders, who used golden silk to bind the whole pile of Biological Mechas tightly into long bundles like strings of cylindrical sticky-rice cakes, hauling them by the scruff of the neck straight back into the wormhole!

Before the final insectoid of the law-enforcement squad retreated into the spatial vortex, the Grand Elder piloting the gigantic Black Scorpion Biological Mecha bringing up the rear paused for two seconds.

He turned his head back, casting an exceedingly... awkward, embarrassed, and complicated look through the optical screen toward the ranks of the human 2nd Legion, before using his tail to sweep an additional pile of S-grade energy mineral stone chests that the youngsters had dropped into a single heap atop the large meteorite, treating it as... compensation money for repairing the mech doors and compensation for mental damages after the young punks at home had foolishly run across to cause a disturbance!

"Whoosh!"

The spatial gate of Wormhole No. 07 swiftly closed tight, vanishing without leaving the slightest trace behind.

The entire vast meteor belt suddenly returned to absolute silence as though nothing had ever happened.

Hundreds of combat Mechas of the 2nd Legion still stood motionless in mid-air with their guns and cannons raised high in preparation for a fight to the death; as the freezing cosmic dust wind blew past, there remained only a vast, desolate emptiness.

One minute... two minutes... three minutes passed.

Not a single person in the general communication channel of the front line could utter a word.

The three-thousand-strong A-grade and S-grade "fight to the death" for which they had already composed farewell letters in their heads the moment the red alert siren sounded... had begun like an absurd joke and ended with a scene of parents wielding switches to collar their runaway love-seeking children as fast as a whirlwind!

A long while later, from atop the flat meteorite up ahead - where more than twenty Mechas had had their cockpit doors ripped clean off, surrounded by piles of washbasin-sized bioluminescent flower bouquets and dozens of glittering S-grade mineral stone chests - the dazed, floating voice of the Alpha First Lieutenant who had just been pinned down and forcibly kissed by the Golden Dragonfly boy suddenly rang out over the army-wide general intercom channel like someone who had lost his soul:

"Major... The lips of that green-haired Golden Dragonfly boy were so soft; when he kissed me, they even tasted sweet like flower nectar... Actually... I think cross-species love like in that film or whatever he mentioned... is... not entirely out of the question to consider..."

Michael Mason sitting inside his cockpit: "..."

All the soldiers of the 2nd Legion at the front line: "..."

The generals of the Ministry of National Defense, the netizens, and the entire Hall - Martinez family watching the live broadcast on the screen on Sirius: "..."

Guards, quickly call the military medical team to haul this good-for-nothing fellow back to the hospital to have his brain examined immediately; his brain has been corroded away by the venom of the Insectoid race!!!