The Doomsday Lord: Starting as a Insect Queen

"Quick, there's a big job!"

Shortly after, three formidable figures with different appearances arrived one after another.

"Boss, what's going on? Do we need to fight?"

The first to arrive and inquire was a fierce person with a body covered in numerous Magic Runes.

Spirit stayed silent, for in the next second, the remaining two had also arrived in succession.

One of them, with a bald head, had his clothes blowing in the wind, his hands behind his back, looked extremely elegant, giving off a strange sense of dizziness.

The other arrived ten seconds later, their approach marked by the sound of a gentle engine, being precisely delivered to the pair's side by several "micro" machines.

Micro machines detached and gathered behind the newcomer, who then said apologetically:

"There was a problem on the production line, that's why I'm late."

"It's fine; your side is the most important, and I didn't plan for you to make a move this time.

Ryan, share the intelligence with them."

The Little Giant, who just handed over the intelligence, operated his "small" computer, sent the information over, and began explaining briefly.

"The target this time is..."

The three listened as they quickly grasped the information, while Spirit contemplated the action.

These three were his proud Tier Seven subordinates, who he personally cultivated from his ranks.

In most forces, having one Tier Seven is already an incredible feat in the Starry Sky, let alone three!

It was precisely because of himself, as an 8th Rank, and these three Tier Sevens that allowed him to hold half the power in the Starry Sky's grey zone, with many civilizations not daring to provoke them.

However, it was a pity that none of the four, counting him, had the knack for making money.

He leans towards being a Telekinesis Martial Artist, with pure strength.

Among his three developed subordinates, one used magic only to enhance himself, a Magic Knight skilled in mid-to-long-range attacks.

The Magicians specialized in magic golems, are a group of violent armies with Magic Runes.

One was opposite him, honing Telekinesis, focusing on it, while supporting it with physical training.

The last, who arrived last, preferred direct confrontations but had mechanical expertise, able to produce some mechanical creations.

However, this was limited, just enough to supply the team, now responsible for all logistics in Star City.

This is why he previously stated he didn't plan for them to make a move.

In short, if they left, the entire logistics system of Star City might fall into chaos.

"A Tier Six needing two of us to take them down?"

The Rune fanatic, after reviewing the materials, immediately questioned.

Since they urgently called three of them and one didn't need to act, doesn't that mean the remaining two are required?

"Even in Paradise, with the power gap between Tier Six and Seven, I could make this Fan Mao flee easily!"

"We still must be cautious, considering the presence of Tier Seven suppression in the intermediaries.

Even acting within the internal world of Paradise, within Paradise's rules, those worlds balance combat power.

We've sent people into Paradise before, and immediately our Tier Six was exposed to all Contractors, pursued by a group of Tier Five.

Thankfully, we used our strength to return with the items, as you should have read in that report."

The bald one answered calmly, his voice unexpectedly touching hearts, even calming the Rune fanatic to listen quietly.

The Rune fanatic scratched his head nonchalantly, without any embarrassment.

"Ahaha, this is...

You know I rarely read this stuff..."

"Xike is right, we must be cautious in Paradise.

However, this time I'm sending you two because the mission isn't just about killing the target."

Spirit's words made the three raise their eyebrows.

"Your task is to capture Fan Mao for me!

Remember, alive!"

The three exchanged a silent look, as the report specified the employer's task was to kill the target.

Though surprised their boss issued a task differing from the employer's, the three had no objections.

They weren't individuals bound by peculiar principles, or they wouldn't have become mercenaries in the grey zones.

"Good, since there are no issues, you two go prepare, and study the target's intel.

The task of tracking the target is yours! And the capture and confinement equipment!"

Spirit finally looked at the close combat mechanic, who nodded slightly, indicating understanding of their task.

The three were not ordinary people and didn't need Spirit's reminders; they departed to prepare individually.

.........

World 8848

At this moment, Bai Yi was unaware of being targeted in the Starry Sky, three days since Xuanxing had been repelled.

After stabilizing the frontlines, Bai Yi, as desired by his subordinates, sounded the horn of counterattack.

Under Bai Yi's control, advancing carefully, Xuanxing couldn't find any opportunity at all.