Chapter 270 Human civil war. {3}

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The shimmering golden shield that had protected the city for so long flickered under the relentless barrage. Then, slowly, massive holes began to form, cracks spreading like fractures in glass. Each impact sent electromagnetic pulses surging through the city, plunging entire districts into darkness. The once-impenetrable defenses of the Holy City crumbled before his eyes. Jiro watched the spectacle unfold from the multiple holo-screens surrounding him, his lips curling into a smirk as the city's vulnerabilities were laid bare. "Now is the moment," he declared, his voice calm, almost amused. "Their shields are down." He turned slightly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he addressed his commanders. "All units! open fire. Destroy their walls." The order was met with an immediate, thunderous response. Artillery cannons roared, their shells screaming through the air before smashing into the Holy City's outer fortifications. Tanks unleashed relentless barrages, each explosion sending debris flying in all directions. Flames rose high into the night sky, casting an ominous glow over the battlefield as breach after breach was torn into the walls. Then, finally, the great walls of the Holy City fell. Jiro took one last breath, inhaling the scent of burning stone and destruction. The air was thick with the acrid stench of war, the taste of victory already on his tongue. Then he gave the final order. "Everyone!! Charge!!! Pillage, slaughter, and burn everything in your path! Any beautiful women you find inside belong to whoever takes them first!" A monstrous roar erupted from the invading forces, a cacophony of bloodlust and greed. Like a tidal wave of steel and flesh, the massive human army surged forward, pouring through the shattered defenses in an all-out assault. The ground shook beneath their advance, the sound of their war cries echoing across the battlefield. While the galaxy outside burned in chaos and war, deep within the heart of her domain, Xytrallia lay submerged in her amber pool. The thick, amber substance pulsed with warmth, radiating both power and nourishment, its viscous currents swirling around her like a living embrace. The chamber was a sanctuary of stillness, a stark contrast to the devastation unfolding beyond its walls. Cradled gently in her arms was an egg... her egg, a creation unlike any before it. She caressed its smooth, shimmering surface with delicate fingers, her touch reverent. This was no ordinary offspring. Unlike the countless broods she had spawned for the swarm, bred solely for war and strength, this one was different. This one was precious. This was the first she had conceived with a mate. For the first time in her existence, she had experienced something beyond duty, beyond instinct... something deeper. And so, she poured every ounce of her being into this single life, nurturing it with her aura, saturating it with the richest nutrients from the amber pool. The egg glowed faintly, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly light, as if responding to her touch. It was hers. And she would destroy anyone who dared threaten it. The serene silence of the chamber was interrupted by the soft flutter of wings. A single firefly, glowing with an ethereal green light, drifted into the amber pool. It hovered for a moment before landing gently on Xytrallia's ear. She opened her eyes. Her gaze, glowing with a soft, green luminescence, flickered with understanding. "I see... so those two have come." "Syri... you... overstepped... this time..." Krilthea's slow, deliberate voice carried through the tension, her telepathic words lacking the aggression of a challenge since she knew... She knew exactly why Xytrallia had reacted so violently. This was not just another brood... This was not just another offspring.... This was her firstborn with a mate. And right now she was a creature of instinct, of primal nature; so Xytrallia's rage was absolute. Syrixith hesitated, her amusement from before now completely gone. Her aura faltered, the playful edge in her voice replaced by caution. "Erm... Xytri, I... I did not mean to threaten your egg," she said carefully, retracting her power and lowering her voice. "I misspoke. I regret my words. Please, appease your fury." A cold silence followed. Xytrallia did not speak. She simply watched, her green eyes glowing with an intensity that could pierce through the void itself. She then let out a sharp exhale. With a slow, measured motion, she withdrew her aura. At the same time, she sent a silent command to her swarm, which had already encircled the two rival Hive Queens, their bodies coiled and ready to devour. The order was clear. Stand down. The swarm hesitated, their hunger for battle lingering in the air. But they obeyed, their forms retreating into the shadows, their presence fading like a receding tide. Syrixith let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding, her form visibly relaxing as the tension eased. Krilthea, ever the tactician, chose to break the silence first. "So... who is... your mate?" She asked, her slow, careful words free of mockery, her tone carrying genuine curiosity. Syrixith immediately latched onto the question, her previous nervousness forgotten as intrigue took over. "Oh right! That is what I wanted to ask as well!" Syrixith chimed in, her telepathic tone now brimming with excitement. "Who, exactly, managed to make the Warmonger Xytri abandon her war-breeding ways and choose a mate?". Xytrallia remained silent. Seconds passed. Then minutes. The void between them stretched, thick with unspoken tension. The other two queens waited, their immense presences unwavering, their curiosity sharpening like blades. Finally, Xytrallia spoke. Her voice was quieter this time, as if she herself was still trying to grasp the reality of her own words. "Well... he is a human." Even as she said it, her own confusion lingered in the air. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire For all her power, for all her knowledge, the weight of those words still felt strange to her. A hive queen, a being of the swarm choosing a human as her mate? For the first time in their long existences, Syrixith and Krilthea spoke in unison. "A human?" Their voices, projected telepathically, rang with disbelief. Neither of them had expected that.@@@@

Chapter 270 Human civil war. {3}

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