Fengguang watched in disgust as green fluid burst from the Zerg’s body when it was hit by the mech’s firepower. She turned away. “I’m done. I’m going back.”
“Hey, just a little longer!” Nan Xiaoxiao grabbed her hand.
Suddenly, the glass on the window shattered with a loud crack, and a Zerg burst through. It twitched its antennae as it stared at the stunned girls—then lunged without hesitation.
Fengguang and Nan Xiaoxiao screamed and bolted in opposite directions.
Noticing what was happening inside the ship, Yan Yu glanced at the battlefield. The Zerg had set a trap, and their side was outnumbered. If this dragged on, it would only get worse. He quickly gave the order: “Everyone, return to the ship immediately. In one minute, launch—no matter how many are aboard!”
After blasting a Zerg that dared fly at him, Yan Yu was the first to return to the ship. Meanwhile, inside, Fengguang and Nan Xiaoxiao were being chased in circles by the creature that had invaded.
One of the Zerg’s legs morphed into a scythe-like blade and slashed toward Nan Xiaoxiao. Instinctively, she raised her arms to shield her head and dodged to the side. The blade sliced clean through her bracelet. She crashed to the floor awkwardly, dragging Fengguang down with her. Her hat fell off, revealing her long, flowing hair.
A second female presence.
Every nearby male instinctively felt it.
Just as the Zerg raised its scythe again, a red beam shot straight through its chest. The creature collapsed, revealing Yan Yu in full military uniform, mech now discarded, gun in hand, standing before the two girls.
Nan Xiaoxiao had never thought Yan Yu could look this cool. Just as she was about to say something, the ship lurched violently. She slid across the floor, right toward the shattered window.
As she nearly flew out, a strong hand grabbed her just in time.
Then, a girl in a red dress—Fengguang—brushed past her. She let out a short cry and plummeted out of the ship.
Nan Xiaoxiao screamed, “FENGGUANG!”
Once the ship launched, it couldn’t stop—not when the general had given the order, and not with flesh-eating Zerg still waiting below.
Fortunately, Fengguang didn’t die from the fall. She’d landed on a Zerg corpse. It hurt, sure, but it at least broke her fall. Unfortunately, while most Zerg had chased after the retreating ship, a few injured ones remained behind, gnawing on the bodies of their dead comrades.
Zerg didn’t believe in wasting resources. They had no concept of burial—when one died, the others consumed the body. Food was scarce on their home planets. While humans were their first choice for meals, fallen Zerg came second.
Absolutely revolting.
Fighting back the nausea, Fengguang hunched over and carefully crawled away, trying to slip out of the danger zone.
But as she turned, she saw something strange: all the Zerg had frozen. Every single one of them was looking in the same direction—at a boy who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
He looked no older than eleven or twelve. From this distance, Fengguang couldn’t make out his expression. She only saw the Zerg slowly closing in on him.
Her instincts screamed for her to run, to pretend she saw nothing.
Instead, she clutched her head in frustration, groaned aloud, and ran toward the boy.