A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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More than 20 years ago, the Queen died on the battlefield, leaving behind offspring who were not even five years old. The King was a fool, and they had his heart controlled.

The Insect King loathed the offspring left behind by the Insect Queen and was determined to have another child to inherit the throne.

How wonderful, the big puppet wants to create a little puppet.

If a small puppet is trained from a young age, it should be more obedient than a large puppet, right?

Back then, they were young and ambitious, feeling they had nothing to worry about in the future and firmly believing they were about to create an empire of their own.

Now, the Insect King is still a useless piece of trash, while the little prince from back then has grown up and wields an incomparably sharp blade. Now he is going to personally dismantle the order they have built up over the years.

Speaker Invika walked to the balcony of his study, letting the cold rain hit his face.

In the distance, the lights of the capital city were blurred into a blur by the rain.

There are his allies there, and his enemies there, and after tonight, their relationship may be forever changed.

How to choose?

The wheels of history keep turning.

Regardless of his choice, change has already begun.

The only question is whether the fire ant family will stand in front of the wheels and be crushed, or sit in the car and drive it.

Power is like a tiger; those who wield it may be devoured at any time.

Sevisma is a fool; you can't count on him.

The future of the empire is uncertain and fraught with uncertainty. All he can do is try his best to protect himself and his family in this turbulent situation.

It felt like the guillotine was already falling on my head.

He hadn't felt this powerless for many years.

As the Red Fire Ant Council Chairman stood on the balcony in the rain, the tranquility of the study was suddenly broken by a "beep beep beep" sound.

The firelight in the fireplace suddenly flickered for a moment, as if disturbed by some invisible force.

It is strong gravitational wave communication.

It was a personal communicator that had been lying idle on the corner of the table that rang.

The encrypted device, whose channel was known to only a very few people, suddenly lit up with a scarlet light.

Speaker Invika frowned slightly.

This communicator has theoretically not been used for thirty years.

Only a handful of people know about this channel.

The queen insect is dead.

Sevisma usually doesn't use this to contact him.

There's another one...

Back then, the two of them served as study companions to two princes.

There's another one...

He slowly pressed the answer button, and a holographic projection unfolded in the air, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him.

"Hey, Invica, it's great to see you still have this communicator."

On the other end of the communication, the silver-haired female noctuid moth spoke with a half-smile.

Handsome and beautiful.

A face almost identical to that of the previous queen.

— Orion Skelway

Thirty years ago, he was the second prince of the empire, the most beloved son of the late emperor. However, he lost the power struggle with the previous queen and left in anger, exiling himself to the edge of the interstellar space.

Later, he became the most dangerous, notorious, and highest-bounty pirate leader in the entire galaxy, the leader of the Orion Pirates.

"Chairman Invika," Orion said, looking at him with a hint of mockery in his voice, "it's been thirty years, and you've aged quite a bit. What happened? What major event has occurred in the Empire recently? Is life in power this grueling? You're only around sixty, how come you already have white hair?"

Speaker Invika's fingers tightened slightly, but his expression remained calm.

He used a more cautious approach: "Your Highness Orion, I thought you had... ceased to care about the affairs of the Empire."

Didn't you say you'd never take human form again?

How come it has turned into this form that is almost exactly the same as the previous Queen of the Ninja Clan, the form he probably hates the most?

Orion laughed, a laugh that was like a blade slicing through ice, cold and cutting.

"You're not concerned about the affairs of the Empire anymore? Why should I not care about the affairs of the Empire?"

His eyes sharpened, and the curve of his lips became strange: "After all, I am also a legitimate member of the Skyllway royal family."

"Excuse me, if I remember correctly, it wasn't like that thirty years ago," said Speaker Invika.

Orion's holographic projection leaned forward slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips: "I'm curious, what good will it do you to anger me at this time?"

"No offense intended, Your Highness Orion," said Speaker Invica, "but I was merely stating the facts."

The pirate captain was just like the previous queen, his blue-gray, hawk-like eyes fixed on Council Speaker Invika.

"It's alright, I forgive you. You must be babbling incoherently out of sheer fear. Invika, Speaker of the Council." His voice carried a mocking malice. "Aren't you afraid? My good nephew, the current Crown Prince, seems about to slaughter you like livestock."

Speaker Vika's fingers tightened slightly on the glass, but his expression remained calm.

"Fear?"

He repeated the word slowly, as if savoring its meaning: "Is that so? How come I didn't know?"

Orion chuckled softly, pacing back and forth in the projection like a wolf surveying its prey: "Your stubbornness won't help. My little nephew is nothing like his good-for-nothing father."

His laughter was laced with sarcasm.

"He's even more powerful than his female father. My good brother still has a weakness—he's a male insect—but my little nephew found a foreigner, and even male insects can't control him anymore. After the male protection society of Sevisma collapsed, is he alright? Never mind, you don't need to answer. Actually, whether he's alright or not doesn't matter anymore..."

He stopped, his eyes filled with malice: "Now my little nephew has sharpened his knife, just waiting to drag you all onto the slaughtering table one by one like livestock."

"Invica, tell me, are you afraid?"

The Speaker of the Council of Invika remained silent.

Only the faint crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace remained in the study.

Speaker Invika did not answer immediately.

He certainly knew what Orion was doing.

He wanted to tear away their fig leaf, to expose the nobles' deepest fears, and force them to acknowledge their current predicament and weakness.

But fear is something that Speaker Invika would never easily display.

His expression remained calm.

Seeing that he remained silent, Orion sneered and continued:

"Do you think you can still hide in your territory and eke out a living with your pitiful private army and so-called legitimate nobles, just like before?"

"My nephew has bribed neutral families on the frontier; his influence has penetrated every sector, and even..."

He paused meaningfully.

"If he wanted to do something to you, it wouldn't even take a day. All the insects in your noble council would be sent to the guillotine like the bee family."