The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 132: Smooth Sailing

More importantly, the enemy can’t even transform into a basic human shape.

The Federation soldiers are elites, genetically optimized and rigorously selected.

Even when wearing uniforms, The Insectoid soldiers retain their primitive traits.

Wings extend from the shoulder blades, antennae flicker slightly on the forehead, and the body barely mimics a human form.

Yet the head still bears The Insectoid’s distinctive compound eyes, mouthparts, and hard exoskeleton.

The commander in front of them, is a direct descendant of the cockroach clan.

This race is known for its astonishing reproduction speed and genetic memory inheritance.

This guy is far from the first generation, having already undergone at least seven generations of inheritance.

The mind is still filled with his father’s era of memories, including how to ambush Federation outposts, how to break through Energy Shields, and how to use crust fractures to raid supply lines.

Initially, Caleb Shaw didn’t need to take action himself, any elite squad under him could easily eliminate him.

But as memories accumulated, this guy grew stronger.

With bizarre tactics and precise judgment, he began threatening the Federation’s military deployments on the frontier.

"Don’t be too proud," Caleb Shaw slowly raised his hand, "Don’t forget, we’re not inferior to you now."

His gaze was sharp, his tone calm.

"If we go all out, it’s hard to say who’d win."

Caleb Shaw felt dizzy, a strong vertigo hit him.

A buzzing filled his ears, and in the moment of blurred consciousness, he seemed to hear Selene Kane’s voice.

His eyes turned cold, pupils suddenly contracted.

Without a moment’s hesitation, his fingers swiftly and accurately pulled the trigger.

The Insectoid leader’s large compound eyes had just twisted into a menacing grin, the corner of its mouth hadn’t reached the ear.

The bullet streaked through the air.

"The Federation has already made enough concessions."

Caleb Shaw’s deep voice sounded, his tone cold and hard.

Before the words could settle, a cheer erupted.

The Monkey Clan could no longer contain their inner joy and excitement, howling as they charged forward.

The Federation soldiers immediately stood in front, forming two well-trained defensive lines.

Without their commander, The Insectoid’s already less-than-brilliant minds fell into chaos.

They originally relied on instincts and superior orders to fight in coordination, now their leader lay dead.

The entire group acted like puppets with strings cut, scattering in chaos, without any order.

Zane stood not far away, his gaze quietly falling on Caleb Shaw.

He noticed that the other’s sudden firing was by no means arbitrary.

The change in his eyes and the tension in his posture indicated that he must have sensed something abnormal.

Zane lowered his long eyelashes, his eyes dimmed, a trace of restrained pain flashed.

He and the Female Master hadn’t officially formed a contract yet.

The Spiritual Link hasn’t been fully established, so he couldn’t sense her condition.

No matter how concerned he was, he could only stand silently, powerless.

Caleb Shaw briefly instructed a few things and left the follow-up of the battlefield to Kael.

His expression remained calm, but his fingertips trembled slightly, revealing his inner anxiety.

The number of The Insectoids was overwhelming, almost endless.

Every battle followed the same pattern.

They made the first move, killing people, taunting with bloodshed, trying to provoke the human army.

The Federation retaliated with thunderous strikes, aiming directly at the enemy commander.

Once leaderless, the lower-tiered Insectoids fell into self-destructive chaos, quickly being annihilated.

But the problem was, the enemy’s numbers were terrifying.

Even a hundred miles of talents could easily gather tens of thousands in their massive population.

These so-called "elites" were still no match for Caleb Shaw individually.

But they were more than enough to handle ordinary soldiers and junior officers.

Caleb Shaw opened the light brain on his wrist, the blue screen flickered a few times, attempting to connect to the highest medical cabin’s communication system.

During the signal loading, he glanced at Zane beside him, who was solemnly watching him.

Out of a protective instinct, and to avoid others perceiving his shaken state.

He silently walked a few steps away, out of the crowd’s sight.

Even a fraction of a second delay was burning him with anxiety.

Finally, the communication connected, the screen flashed, and what appeared was Alza’s slightly uneasy face.

Seeing Caleb Shaw, he appeared somewhat nervous.

"Sir."

Alza quietly spoke.

Unlike others, he didn’t call him "Shaw," nor dared to use any intimate titles.

Caleb Shaw frowned, the center of his brow knitting into a stream character.

"Has the Female Master given birth?"

"Not yet."

Alza shook his head, his tone containing a hint of caution.

"The birthing process has just begun, the doctors say... it’ll take more time."

Suddenly a shrill scream came from above.

Caleb Shaw’s chest tightened instantly, his breath stalled, his face turned pale.

"How could this be?"

He almost gritted his teeth to ask, his voice hoarse.

"Isn’t giving birth usually quick?"

He knew the words were illogical.

But at that moment, reason had been crushed by worry.

"Has something gone wrong?"

His inquiries grew more urgent, anger surged in his eyes.

Alza, squeezed outside, couldn’t enter the delivery room, knew nothing about the situation inside.

"Who’s in there now?"

Caleb Shaw’s voice lowered.

"Langdon."

Upon hearing the name, Caleb Shaw’s heart thudded heavily.

Immediately, he quickly entered a familiar number into the communication panel, contacting Heath Langdon.

The moment the call connected, a loud cry pierced through the communicator’s speakers.

Immediately followed by the tense and busy sounds in the delivery room.

The instant the baby slipped out of the birth canal, the entire world seemed to pause.

Then it broke with that crisp crying.

"Wah wah!"

She lay on the delivery bed, face pale.

Selene Kane was so excited she wanted to cry, her lips trembling slightly, tears glistened in her eyes.

"Finally... the child landed safely... I did it..."

Even the doctors sighed with relief, those surrounding the bed showed fatigued, yet relieved smiles.

"It’s female, congratulations, everything went smoothly."

Heath Langdon sat in the command cabin, hands tightly gripping the seat armrests.

At that moment, he felt as if his strength had been drained completely.

Collapsed to the ground, back against the cold metal cabin wall, a bittersweet smile appeared on his lips.

"Among us, you’re the luckiest, and yet you weren’t there for this crucial moment."

Slowly, he raised his hand, gently turning the recorder lens towards the hospital bed with Selene Kane on it.

In the screen, though the child was tiny.

The skin was delicate, the face rounded, looking like a little plump bundle.

She opened her rosy little mouth, crying fiercely.

Even her little body shook slightly.

Caleb Shaw stood outside the medical cabin, placing a finger gently against the glass of the transparent protective screen.

Is this his child?

He murmured this question repeatedly, his mind blank.

All battle memories, mission directives, tactical simulations disappeared into nothingness.

He had become a father.

Selene Kane then turned, her weak gaze fell in the direction of Caleb Shaw.

"Are you okay? Is everything done?"

"Very smoothly."