MCDWTBS Chapter 37

“Male father, you shouldn’t have left the medical bay… I can handle this.”

The male insectoid cub’s eyes, filled with anger, became wet again, clinging to Edwin like a puppy. Edwin looked at him and, for the first time in public, raised his hand and rubbed his cheek.

“I’ve been in the medical bay for too long.”

Serra pressed his chubby little face into Edwin’s palm, his caramel-colored eyes looking at him with attachment, nuzzling again and again, before slowly turning to face the aggressive Church.

“I don’t want to waste any more time.”

His tender voice became distant and strange, not deafening, yet every insectoid heard it clearly:

“If the Pope has some idea in mind, next time please have him come see me in person, instead of sending his lackeys to run wild within Duke Noah’s jurisdiction.”

“The Noah family is one of the four families guarding the Golden Feather Imperial Family, controlling the Fourth Army of the four major legions. Even if their ancestors were weak, now, not only has their military power been devoured by the Church, but they can’t even protect their ability to defend the Golden Feather, nor the wealth of the entrepreneurs under their rule. It truly shames their reputation.”

“Today, the Church is bullying us, it is simply disregarding the laws of the Empire and the honor of the Noah family. Since that’s the case, I have nothing to say to the Church. I will never put my male father in danger, and anyone who threatens my male father’s life must die.”

As he spoke, under the horrified gazes of the insectoids of the Church, he attacked Bishop Sass with his mental tendrils. He rarely left any leeway, but instead aimed for Sass’s vital point.

Sass gave him a very strange feeling, and everything today didn’t make sense to Serra. Just as he said, Duke Noah, as one of the four most esteemed families in Capital Star besides the Golden Feather Imperial Family, even if declining and weak, was by no means an easy target for the Church to bully.

Today, the Church openly led its followers to besiege Duke Noah’s Mansion, and even privately raided the research institute under Duke Noah’s command. These matters cannot be easily suppressed by public opinion. Although male insectoids are few in number, they are beings of unparalleled power in this Empire. They enjoy technology and all preferential treatment, and greatly dislike being fooled or mistreated. Their property and status are strictly protected by multiple organizations such as the Imperial Court, the Highborn Court, the Prosecutor’s Office, and the Male Insectoid Protection Association, and their news is widely disseminated on the Star Network.

Presumably, the Imperial Family is allowing the Church to disturb Duke Noah’s Mansion because they are sure that they would not dare to cause trouble in Capital Star. This is not Heavenly Palace Star! Capital Star is a stronghold of power, with the Imperial Family’s Sky City and the residences of various nobles watching out for each other, forming a strategic position. If any insectoid really wants to do something unthinkable and choose to cause trouble in Capital Star, they will only become a clown in the news.

But unexpectedly, Bishop Sass and Sandersfi of the Main Church brazenly threatened Serra. Did they really think that Serra would 100% accept the conditions they proposed? Serra didn’t think they were foolish to that extent!

Moreover, unlike Sandersfi, Sass didn’t show much emotional fluctuation from beginning to end. It was as if he didn’t care about the outcome or direction of this so-called “negotiation.” He even openly proposed to kill Edwin. This completely contradicted the logic of negotiation and made Serra sound the alarm again.

Regardless of what Sandersfi thought the Church’s purpose was, this Bishop Sass clearly had no interest in negotiation or reaching a consensus. If it wasn’t that he was too arrogant, then he had other, simpler plans.

That was to permanently take care of the problems Serra posed to the Church. It was true that the Church’s posture today looked very ugly and would definitely appear aggressive in the media, but once Serra died or fell into a state where he couldn’t prove his innocence, these things would no longer matter.

After all, only living insectoids have the opportunity to explain themselves.

Therefore, Serra didn’t hesitate any longer. He first aimed his mental energy at Sass’s neck, and the surging black tendrils were like vipers from hell, biting Sass quickly, while Sandersfi let out a terrified scream at this sight.

The Church’s robots had completely lost control. Sandersfi got up weakly and used his tendrils and hands to condescendingly drive away the Sub-males and Female insectoids. His tendrils grabbed one of his trembling Female attendants, blocking him in front of Bishop Sass, forming a meat shield, and shouted loudly:

“Duke Serra, do you want to kill the esteemed Bishop! Are you crazy, just for a damn Female insectoid?”

Serra was too lazy to waste words, but his tendrils had to stop moving, because the trembling Female insectoid completely blocked Bishop Sass’s body. Afterward, more Female insectoids and Sub-males were forced by the Church’s male insectoids to attack the Duke’s Mansion’s robots or become meat shields, making Serra’s tendrils unable to move.

At this moment, a cold voice laughed:

“Sandersfi, you’re getting more and more timid. There’s no need for this at all. I think our Duke Serra isn’t harder to deal with than the Holy Son, is he?”

Sass’s voice was like a whistle in a crack, strange and shrill. He chuckled as if not afraid of the situation at all. Soon, four purplish-red tendrils appeared behind him, more solid than any insectoid tendrils Serra had ever seen, and as many as four.

Serra’s heart tightened, and his tendrils surged even more frantically, first dispelling the tendrils used by the Church’s male insectoids to enslave the Female insectoids and Sub-males, then driving away those poor Sub-males who were being used as meat shields together with the robots. Several tendrils broke through numerous obstacles and struck directly at Bishop Sass’s face, about to tear apart that pale, corpse-like flesh and blood, but suddenly collided with an invisible energy membrane.

Serra’s tendrils were more confused than he was. In fact, since they were “born,” or since they were summoned and used by Serra, they had not encountered any obstacles in the insectoid world. The few black tendrils didn’t need Serra’s summons again, and they automatically changed shape and angle, rushing toward Sass again, but they were still blocked by the invisible membrane.

Serra frowned. After the robots drove away most of the Female insectoids and Sub-males, and even had to knock most of them unconscious, Serra condensed many tendrils, shooting them at Sass like overwhelming arrows, but after those tendrils pierced the membrane, they seemed to be stuck on a spider web, losing all their might and invincibility.

Bishop Sandersfi also stood up again. He had completely lost his composure. His red robe was stained with blood and pierced with several holes by energy. He looked fiercely at Serra and the group of Female insectoids from the Duke’s Mansion.

“Duke Serra, good advice is wasted on a stubborn fool. Today, your good male father and these lowly Female insectoids you protect will surely die in front of you! This is the consequence of defying the Pope and standing against the Mother God!”

Serra suppressed the anger and anxiety in his heart and used a tendril to whip Sandersfi away. He knitted his brows and felt the information conveyed by the tendrils. Countless mixed and complex voices seemed to murmur in his ears. Since mastering the so-called “God strength,” Serra hadn’t had time to study it carefully, but he had to admit that this power had helped him a lot since that day, after he summoned the power in his dream—

Dream.

Serra suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the membrane that could actually block his power, and then at the tendrils that couldn’t break through no matter what, and suddenly realized how similar this was to the dream in which he first obtained his power. In the dream, he saw a dying star. He waved his tendrils and rushed toward it, but he was blocked by a membrane that he couldn’t pierce no matter what, until he tried his best to break through, and then the star disappeared in front of him like a painting.

After he woke up, he summoned his male insectoid tendrils for the first time. Since then, he has been able to use this mysterious power as easily as he uses his limbs. Now, even if Serra is an atheist, he speculates that this power is somehow related to the “Mother God,” or rather, to the original insectoid race called the Mother God, and this membrane… seems to have the same origin as the power of the male insectoid tendrils.

The mental tendrils of male insectoids are high-dimensional energy bodies, which is not difficult to see, and only energy from the same high dimension can deal with these tendrils. Then this membrane…

Serra didn’t have time to think about it. In an instant, he stimulated his power to the extreme. More dark mental tendrils surged out in the void and pierced toward Sass’s direction, while the red hood on Sass’s head fell off, revealing his bald head and handsome features, but his face was as pale as plaster.

A distorted expression appeared on that face for the first time. Obviously, those mental tendrils that almost surrounded his vision gave him pressure. He anxiously threw out his purplish-red tendrils, randomly piercing many unfortunate Female insectoids, Sub-males, and robots, and blood instantly soaked the ground of the Duke’s Mansion.

“You are obviously more in need of discipline than the Holy Son! Ignorant, stubborn little bastard! A useless thing that was wrongly loved by the Mother God!”

His eyes showed a blood-red color, which, coupled with his pale face, made him look more like a devil crawling out of hell and had nothing to do with a pious believer. He stared at Serra and the Female insectoids and Sub-males of the Duke’s Mansion around Serra. It was not difficult to see that the real target he wanted to abuse and kill was the insects of the Duke’s Mansion, while the Female insectoids and Sub-males around him who were loyal to him were carelessly used by him to vent his anger.

Serra saw this extremely cruel and absurd scene, and his anger reached its peak. His dark tendrils entangled the purplish-red tendrils, biting and wrestling like thorny brambles. Although the purplish-red tendrils were as solid as Serra had ever seen, they were outnumbered and dragged into the abyss by the black tendrils, and three tendrils were torn to pieces on the spot.

Bishop Sass let out a scream that didn’t sound like a human. Angry and painful saliva and blood gurgled down, soaking the neckline of his noble red robe. His thin body trembled as if electrocuted, but he raised his left arm high.

“…Damn…little cub…you will…regret…your offense…”

In the sky, ominous red lightning streaked through, even breaking through the darkness condensed by Serra’s tendrils. Edwin’s sixth sense, honed on the battlefield, went off wildly, and a deep, ominous premonition made his weak body tremble. He approached Serra, who was slowly ascending into the air, and reached out to hug the powerful cub and protect him in his arms.

But he was one step too late. A bloody mist spread out, and in the dark tendrils, the strange red light became brighter and brighter. Those lights were like cracks in the abyss, slowly but irresistibly tearing open the “abyss” formed by Serra’s mental energy.

Serra’s tendrils twitched convulsively as if screaming silently. A broken black tendril fell in front of Edwin. He reached out to catch it and felt the serpentine tendril that accompanied him night after night, nestling in his chest and drawing warmth, trembling painfully in his palm.

The tears in Edwin’s eyes were burning, and the blood on Serra’s round cub’s face was completely gone. Purplish-red blood light, like cracks in porcelain, crawled eerily onto Serra’s face and hands. He trembled slightly, still driving the tendrils to resist. The disheveled black tendrils were like pythons whose tails had been stepped on, almost frantically rushing toward Sass. After an eardrum-splittingly sharp sound, the unknown membrane was torn apart, and Serra also fell from midair like he had been severely injured, unable to steady himself.

Sass’s raised left arm was full of white bones, and the flowing red flames burned on his gray bones, bursting out extremely bright fire. A crazy, morbid smile appeared on his face as he stared at Serra’s embarrassment.

“With the flesh and blood of believers, may the Mother God descend punishment upon – the lowly insect that does not respect the gods.”

His left hand pointed at Serra’s frail young body, and the flames and bloodthirsty red light came rushing, Edwin hugged the falling insectoid cub tightly, a tear that didn’t know when it had slipped hanging on the tip of his nose.

A pair of wings as black as ink and quenched with gold suddenly unfolded behind him, selflessly covering Serra’s painful and weak body.