"..."
Chen Mang gazed at the translator device thrown in front of him by the Insect Race Mother Empress, and after a moment of silence, he slowly bent down to pick it up, activated it, and clipped it onto his collar.
Strictly speaking, he was not inclined to waste words with someone who was about to die.
But today.
He could make an exception.
Soon—
He saw the pincers of the Insect Race Mother Empress before him slightly open and close, and a rather weak, piercing voice was heard. Through the translator device, he could clearly understand the meaning of the words.
"Hello, human."
Chen Mang's eyes narrowed slightly. The Insect Race's speech was extremely calm. He didn't know if it was because the Insect Race could not express emotions or if it was truly this calm, being able to maintain such composure even when their race was being exterminated.
But he still replied softly.
"Hello, Insect Race."
