Aboard the Insect Race flagship, Zhang Fan looked at Akadelan and Venom Scorpion kneeling below him and teased, "How did you two enjoy that battle?"
Akadelan lowered her head without a word, but Venom Scorpion bellowed, "It was a blast... except the clones didn't last long enough. We owed it to Snow White in the end."
When Venom Scorpion saw Zhang Fan glaring at him, he swallowed the words he had been about to say.
Zhang Fan said with a hint of anger, "The Insect Race is invincible in battle and unstoppable in conquest. You Matriarchs need to assess the battlefield and make the most effective decisions. If you're going to keep trying to take the enemy down with you, I might as well put black obsidian inside your bodies."
None of the Insect Race dared speak. Standing off to one side, Kui remarked, "Like father, like son."
"...Go play somewhere else."
Kui laughed heartily. "Overlord, the Insect Race has no systematic management. They act entirely according to their own personalities. Who can you blame? Shouldn't you blame yourself?"
Zhang Fan wanted to argue, but realized that anything he said to Kui would sound like an excuse. "Fine, you win. You organize the Insect Race for us."
"Gladly. Divide them into six groups, each with one Matriarch and two Beast God Generals. Each group gets a fleet of ten thousand Emperors. The rest stay under the Overlord's command."
Looking at Shusha, Kui continued, "The Insect Mother holds absolute authority within each group, and the Beast God Generals follow the Matriarch's orders. Shusha commands the Matriarchs of all six groups, while you, Overlord, only need to command Shusha."
Kui returned to Zhang Fan's side and smiled. "As for you, Overlord... just set the broad strategic direction. That will give the members