The Zerg Mother Empress, to survive, is willing to become Pybara's wife

"Haha, can I really believe your words?"

Pybara's mental energy responded, his tone devoid of any significant fluctuation.

"Surrender? Offer up everything? That sounds nice."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Irina's eyes, and she hurriedly spoke.

"Yes! Great existence! I can sign the strictest Soul Contract with you! I know many secrets of the universe, and my mental power can assist you! My children can also become your most loyal warriors! As long as you..."

"However,"

Pybara interrupted her, his tone turning abruptly cold.

"Why should I trust you? The cunning and survival instincts of the Zerg are famous throughout the universe. You are only showing weakness now because you cannot defeat my Black Hole. Once given the chance, who knows if you would bite back? Besides..."

He gestured toward the main body of the Hive below, which was still being consumed by the Black Hole, though its speed had slowed temporarily due to Irina's appearance and pleas.

"The energy and genes of your 'homeland' and 'children' are also a great tonic for me. Compared to a 'subordinate' who might harbor malicious intent, I prefer to turn you all into nutrients for my growth. After all, what is in one's stomach is truly one's own."

Irina's face turned deathly pale in an instant, the sorrow in her eyes replaced by despair and a deeply hidden trace of malice. She had not expected this seemingly adorable Pybara to have such a cold, hard heart and such a pragmatic mindset!

"You... you cold-blooded Devourer!"

Irina's voice turned shrill, her previous fragile demeanor vanishing completely as cold light flickered in her purple eyes.

"You will regret this!"

Before the words had even faded, the small purple horn on her forehead erupted with blinding light! A mental spike, far more condensed and sharper than any previous mental attack—one that seemed capable of piercing directly through the soul barrier—mixed with a strange fluctuation capable of inducing genetic chaos in living organisms, shot violently toward Pybara!

At the same time, the three pairs of crystal wings behind her vibrated rapidly, her figure transforming into a blurred phantom. She was no longer attempting to save the Hive, but was fleeing frantically in the direction away from the Black Hole! Her previous begging and display of weakness had merely been to buy time to launch this final strike and seize an opportunity to escape!

"Hmph! Just as I thought!"

Pybara had been prepared; the Black Hole Soul Seal in his sea of consciousness shone brilliantly, easily blocking the mental spike and the genetic interference. At the same time, he shifted his focus—

"Want to run? It's too late!"

The Black Hole, which had originally been focused on the main body of the Hive, suddenly shifted its gravitational pull. A much stronger suction force instantly locked onto the high-speed fleeing Irina!

"No—!!!"

Irina let out a desperate shriek, feeling as if she had fallen into invisible glue. Her speed plummeted, and her body was pulled backward uncontrollably! Her beautiful face twisted with terror and resentment, and her three pairs of crystal wings flapped frantically, yet she could not break free from the terrifying gravity that originated from the very essence of the universe!

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the slender and graceful figure of the Zerg Mother Empress Irina, like a moth dancing its final dance before the flame, was dragged mercilessly into that bottomless, pitch-black vortex...

Just as Irina's figure was about to be completely swallowed by the Black Hole, and even her desperate shriek began to grow faint and distorted, a mental fluctuation—more resolute and even carrying a hint of frantic sacrifice—forcibly pierced through the interference of the Black Hole's field. It transmitted to the depths of Pybara's soul with her final strength:

"No—! Wait! I... I am willing... I am willing to become your mate! Your wife! I swear it by the honor and life essence of the Zerg Mother Empress! I will share everything with you: my spirit, my genes, my loyalty... even my life! Just... spare me! I will be your most valuable... mate!"

In order to survive, this proud and cunning Zerg Mother Empress, when truly faced with the ultimate fear of her soul being scattered and completely annihilated, finally cast aside all restraint and calculation. She shouted out the final bargaining chip she could think of that might move this "cold-blooded Devourer"—herself.

A partner?

A wife?

This proposal left Pybara stunned, the devouring force field of the black hole behind him subconsciously slowing by a fraction.

A Zerg Mother Empress... as a wife?

This train of thought was truly bizarre!

But thinking about it carefully... it seemed... it wasn't entirely impossible.

The Zerg Mother Empress herself possessed immense value, powerful mental strength, and knowledge of the universe's deepest secrets.

If she could be completely subdued, her potential might be no less than that of the Golden Horned Beast.

Moreover, a "partner" bond was a deeper connection, one involving the soul and the origin of life.

If handled correctly, the binding force might be even stronger than simple soul enslavement, and it could better tap into her potential.

The key was... the form Irina was currently displaying was truly breathtakingly beautiful.

It hit every single aesthetic preference.

Even though he knew that beneath this beautiful skin lay the cold, cunning essence of the Zerg, it...

It did not hinder a certain instinctive "appreciation."

Seeing the devouring force field slow down, Irina acted as if she had grasped the final straw of hope.

She stopped struggling, instead actively withdrawing all resistance and hostility, allowing that suction to pull her toward the edge of the black hole.

She maintained that exquisite form.

The resentment and terror in her purple eyes were replaced by a complex expression that was almost devout, a mixture of self-sacrifice and supplication.

Her voice was weak yet clear:

"Master... Irina... is willing to serve by your side forever... please... give me a chance..."

She even attempted to open a sliver of her core soul origin to Pybara.

It was a posture representing total lack of defense and readiness to be taken, though it still hid the Zerg's instinctive calculation for survival.

Yet, the determination and "sincerity" within it had reached their peak.

In front of the global live broadcast, everyone was petrified.

The Zerg Mother Empress...

To save her own life, she actually took the initiative to offer to be Pybara's... wife?!

This plot development had completely exceeded the limits of human imagination!

Absurd, shocking, bizarre, and even possessing a hint of... inexplicable drama?

Inside the War God Palace, the expressions of the council members were colorful, shifting from shock to bewilderment.

And then to a numbness of "this world has truly gone mad."

Pybara hovered in the air, his pitch-black eyes staring at Irina, who was within arm's reach, breathtakingly beautiful yet filled with dangerous temptation.

His claws unconsciously rubbed his chin.

Devour her?

It would certainly be a massive boost; he might even rank up directly.

Keep her?

A Zerg Mother Empress as a wife... it sounded quite thrilling, with huge potential, but the risks were also high.

He glanced at the Golden Horned Beast, Little Gold, who was also somewhat dazed beside him.

Then, feeling the surging energy and genetic information brought by digesting the Zerg Hive within his body, he finally made his decision.

"As a wife? Interesting."

Pybara's mental energy carried a hint of playfulness, "However, empty words are not enough.

Since you are willing, then let us sign the highest-grade Soul Symbiosis Contract.

Merge your life origin and soul imprint completely with my Black Hole Soul Seal.

From now on, we share life and death, prosperity and ruin. If you harbor even a shred of disloyalty, the contract will backlash, and your soul will scatter. Do you dare?"

A Soul Symbiosis Contract!

It was deeper and more overbearing than a simple Enslavement Soul Seal.

Once signed, both parties would become almost one; they would rise and fall together.

This was a method used only by some extreme races in the universe when forging their most intimate alliances.

Irina's delicate body trembled, a flash of struggle crossing her purple eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by the desire to survive.

This was her final chance.

"...I... am willing."

She closed her eyes, a crystalline "tear" sliding down, her voice trembling yet incomparably clear.