MCDWTBS Chapter 85

Chapter 85: He Must Be the Mother Goddess’s Most Beloved…

When Serra arrived at Heavenly Palace Star, he saw the temple that had stood for thousands of years collapse in an instant.

Heavenly Palace Star was in chaos due to the battle with the rebel army. The Pope had been missing for a long time, and many high-ranking members of the Church were secretly fleeing, as they, pampered and privileged, lacked much fighting spirit.

But not only did they flee themselves, they also took their female attendants and female slaves with them, which made the originally large Sacred Legion loose and disorganized, allowing the rebels to conquer several of the Church’s affiliated planets, advancing rapidly and bringing their forces to Heavenly Palace Star.

In the temple on the Capital Star, Serra used all his strength to strike the dome, destroying the Hexagram Array. Yun Jiarun’s soul-possessed Bone Snake also burned out its divine power, forcibly tearing open a wormhole in the sky above the Capital Star. The teacher and student, at the end of their rope, jumped into it and were instantly transported outside the defensive shield of Heavenly Palace Star.

If Krisson hadn’t arrived quickly, Serra might have been executed on the spot by the rebels as a fleeing male insectoid from the Church. It was also from Krisson that Serra learned about Ilia’s secret mission. He didn’t have time to say anything and immediately followed the rebel army’s advance troops into Heavenly Palace Star, rushing non-stop to the temple, hoping to save Ilia and his cheap student, Fu Lan.

Yun Jiarun’s energy had been completely exhausted after tearing the wormhole. She seemed to be summoned by something, hissing restlessly, and slapping Serra’s arm with her white snake tail, urging him to approach the collapsing temple quickly.

Serra didn’t need her prompting. The rebels who were with him were already engaged in close combat with the guards around the Holy See. After Serra released his tendrils to deal with a few male insectoids, he stepped on the rubble and ran towards the temple. As he approached the temple, the white Bone Snake on his arm suddenly turned into a beam of white light, rushing headlong into a reclining body inside the temple.

Then, amidst a familiar surge of energy, a huge white cocoon formed in the ruins of the temple, engulfing the two broken figures, one large and one small, on the ground. Serra breathed a sigh of relief, signaling the rebel soldiers behind him to carry the white cocoon away, while he approached the Mother Goddess’s body on the ground.

The woman’s long, night-like hair moved without wind, and a holy light shimmered on her fair face. But she still couldn’t open her eyes. Serra’s gaze swept over the destroyed Hexagram Array on the ground, secretly memorizing the strange and complex patterns, and then gently bent down to pick up the remains of the Mother Goddess.

When he turned around, he found that the rebels had retreated several feet away. The unruly female insectoids were like quails, not daring to raise their heads and blaspheme the deity. Serra’s intention to find them to carry a stretcher to share the pressure could only be abandoned – don’t think that the Mother Goddess’s remains look like a human-shaped body, her density is comparable to that of a meteorite. When he just picked her up, Serra almost strained his back, and only barely managed to avoid showing a painful expression for the sake of his remaining male dignity.

He could only secretly use his mental tendrils to entangle and support his body, relieving some of the pressure for himself, and silently carried the Mother Goddess’s body towards the evacuation point. His silence was regarded as sacred and solemn by these rebel female and sub-male insectoids.

As a male insectoid, Serra had an instinctive attraction for them, not to mention that Serra was the most handsome male insectoid they had ever seen – after learning Serra’s identity, the rebels were spreading the rumor of the Divine Son’s arrival.

Everyone had seen Edwin’s miracle during his speech, and everyone remembered that when the miracle descended, the Mother Goddess’s light shone on all the female and sub-male insectoids through Serra.

And now Serra effortlessly held up the Mother Goddess’s remains, which seemed to confirm his identity once again – he must be the Mother Goddess’s most beloved Divine Son, he must be the messenger sent by the Mother Goddess to guide the insectoid race towards dawn.

No wonder Leader Krisson accepted Serra as a member of their rebel army. The rebels were rebelling against the tyranny of male insectoids. They didn’t trust any male insectoids, nor would they submit to any male insectoids, but they were willing to be driven by Serra, only because he was the messenger of the deity, and he brought them hope.

Their Mother Goddess would not be wrong.

Serra didn’t know that he had gained the trust of the rebels. He carried Yun Jiarun’s new body onto the airship with a sore back, and didn’t dare to put Yun Jiarun on the ground under the watchful eyes of the surrounding rebels, but continued to hold on until Krisson arrived.

Heavenly Palace Star had fallen. The rebels advanced rapidly, and the Sacred Legion began to withdraw in disorder. Before the withdrawal, the Sacred Legion began to destroy the buildings and resources of Heavenly Palace Star on a large scale. The original residents of Heavenly Palace Star fled everywhere, and many low-level male insectoids who did not have time to withdraw were captured, causing many riots.

Serra barely took a shower on the warship and changed into a rebel army uniform. Although the rebels received funding from the Star Pirates and Duke Noah, they were still in a state of austerity. The uniforms of senior commanders were also very crude, with only certain protective properties. The only thing that could be called a decoration was the palm-wide leather belt around the waist.

But even so, any female and sub-male insectoids Serra encountered would uncontrollably stare at him, making him feel uncomfortable all over – Serra’s existence had already spread among the rebels, and his deeds were also systematically conveyed to the members of the rebel army by Krisson, including Serra’s contribution to the rebel army, the efforts he had made, the public betrayal of the Empire and his identity, and the fact that he was favored by the Mother Goddess.

These legendary stories, coupled with the attraction of Serra’s male insectoid self, made him the focus of female and sub-male insectoids. Serra didn’t like this feeling very much. He emphasized to Krisson that he preferred to be a behind-the-scenes pusher and didn’t want to influence the judgment of these female and sub-male insectoids, but Krisson said to him a passage that he didn’t expect, a profound words:

“The Empire will eventually undergo a huge change. We are building a new system, and male insectoids will also exist in this system. Of course, we can use the rebels’ hatred to make them more combat-effective weapons, so that they only remember revenge and violence for violence. But whether it is Marshal Ax or me, we are very clear that a new civilization should not be built on hatred and revenge.”

“The pleasure brought by revenge is short-lived, and the continuation of life is a long and lasting endurance. If the new regime cannot accept its people and the power it should accept, if the revolution means another genocide, then we will only be one step closer to destruction.”

Serra was speechless for a long time, and it took a while before he regained his voice:

“I didn’t think… I didn’t expect you…” He didn’t expect these female and sub-male insectoids, who were oppressed to the extreme and lacked even education, to have such a vision. He didn’t expect the leaders of the rebel army to lay the foundation for a pattern based on respecting life and continuing civilization in this revolution that started with blood and war:

“I’m sorry, professor, I was thinking too little. I thought you wanted a new world, I thought this should be a retrial that is fair to all life. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth is the fairest rule in this world, I want to help you achieve this fairness –”

“And then what?” Krisson said coldly:

“You want a female insectoid like Edwin to become a being admired by all insectoids, you want him to be free from any constraints. And then you can willingly become his appendage, as a female and sub-male insectoid, there is nothing wrong with this, what do you call this in your words? Poetic justice, reciprocal revenge, just like male insectoids treat female and sub-male insectoids now.”

Krisson paused, and then said frankly: “Many female and sub-male insectoids in the rebel army also think so. When they pick up weapons, when they use their power to resist, their identities have already begun to reverse. There are a large number of female and sub-male insectoids, almost a hundred times more than male insectoids. Many senior officers of the rebel army are already dividing up the captured male insectoids, because the desire of female and sub-male insectoids for male insectoids is almost instinctive. Even the pure faith of the Mother Goddess cannot suppress it.”

“I hate male insectoids, and Marshal Ax, who founded the Dawn Organization, also hates male insectoids. If this is the future you envision for your compatriots – to make male insectoids the appendages and toys of higher female and sub-male insectoids, I will not stop you – but Marshal Ax once said to me that this is not the future he wants.”

Krisson’s eyes softened, and his longing for Ax was almost engraved in his bones – and Serra now deeply regretted that he did not tell Krisson about Ax’s news. The other party probably still thought that Ax was dead. But Serra didn’t know how long Ax could hold on, and didn’t know whether it was right to give Krisson false hope – for Krisson, Ax might not only be his marshal, but also his close friend and recognized male child.

“He is a mixed-blood of a Fallen species. He told me that he had experienced two unexpected mercies in his life. One was that his male parent concealed his origin, and the other was that his physique level was unusually high. His compatriots, those Fallen species who were repeatedly slaughtered by the Empire, never stopped thinking about revenge. Extreme Fallen species would even kill mixed-bloods and those Fallen species who gave birth to mixed-bloods. Ax had never been accepted by any group. He knew that if he put aside his abilities, he would be the lowest-level, trampled, dirty existence. But it was precisely because of this that he knew that the meaning of life was far from being defined by his identity.”

“He may be an unquestionable decision-maker and leader in the eyes of other insectoid races, but in private, he always had naive ideas. He asked me more than once, he said, could there be male insectoids who are also different? Can’t they see the systemic risks of the Empire’s system, can’t they see that the system of oppression will lead the race to extinction? In their extravagant and indulgent lives, can’t they see the emptiness and loneliness of the future? He asked me, why do the male insectoid eggs born from female and sub-male insectoids eventually become the same, will there be exceptions among them, will there be male insectoid cubs who care about their male parent more than they care about their male father?”

“He asked a lot of these extremely naive questions. Until his life was coming to an end, between a suicide attack to control the Church’s male insectoids and leaving a message for the female insectoids, he chose the latter, even though he knew that the former could make him die quickly and simply, and the latter would prolong his dying pain, and few female insectoids would truly understand his meaning.”

“Between killing revenge and delivering hope, he chose the latter.”

Krisson, who was always expressionless, suddenly showed a crack on his face that was like a machine. The accumulated longing and despair washed over him like a tide, almost washing away the mask of this proud old female insectoid:

“And it was precisely because of his stupid words that I noticed you, Serra. You are the most bizarre male insectoid. You may also know that I, like you, do not believe in the Mother Goddess. I convey your information to the rebel army not because you are the messenger of the Mother Goddess, but because you are Serra. Before they are completely blinded by hatred, before they indulge in slaughtering and ruling over the entire male insectoid group to promote violence and domination, I hope they can also recognize you, a bizarre male insectoid who is not their enemy. I hope they know that before everything started, Ax’s purpose was never to kill as many male insectoids as possible, but to lead his compatriots into the dawn.”

After speaking, the old female insectoid turned around, the air fell into stagnation, and Serra knew that the other party did not want him to see his embarrassment at the moment when he mentioned Ax. Serra stood up with trembling breath, and after a while, he clenched his fists and said:

“I’m sorry – I’m sorry, professor, I… I…” Serra’s words were stumbling, and he said frankly: “I have never been a warrior, I am weak and not talented, I have never been a leader like you or Marshal Ax. I think everything too superficially. I will do what you said, I’m sorry –”

“You are still young, Serra. The future we are fighting for belongs to you. Now, go as the only male insectoid commander of the rebel army, participate in the strategic conference, clean up the mess on Heavenly Palace Star, and formulate the next plan.”

“Yes, leader.”

Serra’s Chinese DNA moved, and he almost raised his hand to give a military salute, and then gently withdrew from the conference room, leaving more space for Krisson.

He should probably tell Krisson about Ax’s news, even if he didn’t know where the other party was now.

Serra’s face was wrinkled into a ball in entanglement, and he slowly walked towards the conference room.

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In the border defense star, the Fourth Army received an emergency military order, and the entire army set off to Heavenly Palace Star to suppress the rebellion.