Chapter 124: The Shock Does Not Come from One Side Alone

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: The Shock Does Not Come from One Side Alone

Out on that chaotic battlefield just now, not a single person had noticed the furtive movements of the three mechs on the outer edge of the meteorites.

However, in the villa living room on planet Sirius, Mrs. Hall’s sharp eyes looking through the high-resolution wide-angle screen had caught every bit of the moment those three mechs retracted the specially made biological net launchers of the Research Institute!

Mrs. Hall’s expression immediately darkened, her gaze turning visibly cold. She leaned over, lowering her voice to whisper into her husband’s ear:

"William, just now at the seven o’clock angle on the outer edge of the belt, three mechs carrying the exclusive live-specimen capture equipment of the Research Institute’s Biology Branch intended to ambush a young insectoid of the Orchid Mantis tribe. Those crazy old men at the Research Institute still have not given up their ambition to capture high-grade members of the Insectoid race alive to dissect for research!"

Mr. Hall’s pupils contracted, murderous intent erupting immediately.

If the Elders of the Insectoid race had appeared five seconds later just now and the insiders from the Research Institute had actually opened fire to kidnap that Orchid Mantis child right before the eyes of five hundred SS-grade enemy warriors, an all-out war bathing the entire Galaxy in blood would certainly have broken out right on the spot!

Without hesitating for a single second, Mr. Hall immediately opened the supreme internal communication channel connecting straight to the Central Research Institute Council and the Ministry of National Defense, issuing a stern warning message in an icy tone:

"I am warning the Central Research Institute Council! Immediately withdraw all of your covert personnel from the frontier Legions and retract at once any intention of kidnapping individuals of the Insectoid race to use as experimental subjects!

If anyone in the Research Institute dares violate military orders by taking it upon themselves to provoke and ignite a war of annihilation against the SS-grade Insectoid race, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Military Tribunal will charge that person with treason against humanity and execute them by firing squad right on the spot without trial!"

Once he disconnected the warning line that left the Academicians on the Capital planet startled and guilty, everyone in the house finally let out a long breath, turning back to look at the battlefield screen. The wormhole had closed long ago, yet the "violated" spirits of the soldiers had still not fully recovered.

That First Lieutenant was dragged out of his mech cockpit by his comrades and given a thorough thrashing, raising his hands in surrender: "Stop hitting me, I was wrong! From now on I will never bring that matter up again!"

The broadcast channel was shut down amidst the wailing cries of the First Lieutenant, yet the heat it had generated had still not cooled down. In the human world, netizens split into numerous different camps, arguing noisily in an uproar.

One group felt that the Insectoid race did not seem all that terrifying after all; another group felt that if the Insectoid race possessed such high intelligence and absolute strength, then humanity was pretty much finished; while yet another group began analyzing that since the Insectoid race possessed Mecha technology even more transcendent than humanity’s, what did they mean by toying with humanity like a cat toying with a mouse throughout the past several thousand years?

[Could it be that what they have been aiming for was never mineral resources in the first place, but something else entirely?]

[Insects eat tree leaves, right? Could it be that they are aiming for the primordial planets?]

[Not necessarily; I saw that among their gifts there were fresh flowers, fresh nectar, and all sorts of fruits, so they certainly have no shortage of green trees like us!]

While humanity’s debate showed no sign of ending, internal arguments broke out within the Insectoid race as well. Among the tribes without the habit of devouring their mates, the ratio of males to females was 1:1; however, among other tribes such as the Black Widow Spider tribe or the Mantis tribes, the ratio was thirteen females to every single male, so a male leaving the protected zone without authorization to go find a mate on the outside was an extremely grave violation of the rules.

To them, males were just as rare and precious as Omegas were to humanity, so they did not permit males to break the long-standing rules on their own.

The elder of the Queen Butterfly tribe looked at the crowd arguing noisily below, unable to hold back from slamming the table and bellowing: "Enough! If your tribes could guarantee absolute safety for the males, how could the youngsters be so terrified that a single film could sway them like that?! Instead of clinging to that pile of outdated regulations, you ought to find a way to protect the safety of the males!"

The elder of the Orchid Mantis tribe said aggrievedly: "It is not as though we have never thought of it, but every attempt has been useless! Once a female finishes mating, she loses all self-control, completely dominated by the ancestral genes. Even if we stand guard right beside them to pull the male out of the attack range in time, the male still loses half his life!"

An elder of the Black Widow Spider tribe shed tears as she spoke: "Do you think we want this?! Who could bear waking up to find their mate lying inside their own belly?! I have been haunted by it for two hundred years right here! That is instinct already - what can we possibly do?!"

The elder of the Golden Ant tribe twitched the pair of antennae atop his head, speaking slowly: "The only way left is to find the 5S energy core so the tribes can reconstruct their genetic structures. Only then will we no longer be dominated by the ancestral genes."

The elders let out heavy, sorrowful sighs: "Where on earth did that crowd of humans hide the 5S energy core? We have snuck onto their primordial planets to search, yet found nothing whatsoever."

An elder of the Golden Dragonfly tribe raised a hand, speaking sheepishly: "Say, recently a new eco-tourism planet has risen to fame in the human world. I heard the creatures on it are all ancient creatures, and the ecosystem there is even more flawless than on the primordial planets."

Everyone simultaneously looked over: "How do you know?"

The Golden Dragonfly elder coughed dryly once: "Well, I saw it on a human smart watch confiscated from our family’s young insectoids. You can all take a look for yourselves..."

Half-believing and half-doubting, the elders opened the devices confiscated from the young insectoids, searching for information about planet Sirius on them. One among them finished watching, speaking thoughtfully: "Looking through a screen like this makes it impossible to judge anything; why don’t we sneak in there to take a look?"

The Golden Dragonfly elder shook his head: "Forget it, do not even think about it. That planet is backed by the biggest kingpins in the Lumina Galaxy, and its inspection procedures are exceedingly strict. We might well get grilled into charcoal by them before we even manage to get close!"

The elder of the Spotted-Wing Mantis tribe grew furious upon hearing up to this point, kicking over an eight-hundred-kilogram oak table as the two sickles behind her back flared open. She cursed angrily: "Which heaven-forsaken brat came up with such a sinister way to grill insectoids?! Ever since those humans came up with that fighting method, we have lost over two hundred A-grade warriors!"

At this moment, the entire council of elders of the Insectoid race began turning to curse the human whose identity they did not yet know.

"Atchoo! Atchoo!"

On planet Sirius, Liam was standing out in the yard grilling corn when he felt his nose itch. He sneezed several times in a row; Noah saw this and immediately forcibly hauled him by the scruff of the neck into the house to wrap him up from head to toe, before walking out to the yard himself to grill the corn for Liam to eat. Liam sneezed several more times and rubbed his nose; seeing the little one sitting playing on the carpet tilting his head up to look at him with eyes full of curiosity, he smiled and joked with his son:

"Someone must be cursing Papa!"

Liam had no idea that someone truly was cursing him. Furthermore, in his hands he was holding an item that their entire race had been searching for throughout several thousand years...