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

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The Insect Emperor is quite generous to his personal guard, and the flagships assigned to his personal guard are all the latest flagships of the Empire.

The flagship's silver-white metal casing is like a silver shuttle, silently cutting through the vast stardust.

Outside the porthole, there were flowing nebulae and eternal darkness, with the occasional glimpse of distant starlight sweeping across the ship's smooth curves, fleeting and leaving no trace.

The porthole was filled with the clean air filtered by the air circulation system, and a faint scent of expensive leather and gin.

The conductor's chair sank deep.

Orion leaned back in his chair with a relaxed posture, his legs casually crossed and propped up on the control panel in front of him, the gleaming tips of his military boots reflecting a faint glimmer in the dim light.

The Imperial Admiral's dark uniform fit his body perfectly.

The shoulder straps bear the dark gold eagle and star emblem representing the highest military rank. The military cap and three-piece uniform are fastened tightly to below the Adam's apple, creating a clean and sharp look.

On one side of her collar was a platinum iris brooch, a symbol of royal lineage.

This gesture of putting his legs up on the table should have seemed frivolous, but when he did it...

She's just too good-looking.

The light favored him.

The cool light from the bridge fell on him, automatically softening his angular features.

Silver hair is not frost or snow, but melting moonlight, flowing smoothly down her shoulders and back.

A strand of hair fell across her chest, resting on the cold, metallic edge of the lapel pin.

Irises and silver hair complement each other beautifully.

Its pure, cold luster, devoid of any other color, is the most direct manifestation of the direct royal bloodline of the Skilway family.

Orion slumped in the command chair, the wide armrest supporting one of his arms. His fingertips unconsciously tapped the cold metal surface, the hard nails striking the metal with a crisp sound.

He seemed lost in thought, his gaze unfocused, his long eyelashes drooping and casting faint shadows beneath his eyes.

When he's not deliberately making himself look ugly, no one can raise their voice at his face.

She is incredibly beautiful, with a face free of any gloom, a clear and gentle demeanor that can melt hearts.

The wide back of the conductor's chair accentuated him, and his dark uniform enveloped him. All the lavish decorations were merely embellishments; the moment he sat there, he received the world's favor.

He possessed the same perfect appearance as the eldest prince, befitting his status as the second prince of the empire and a general.

The Second Prince, a man of integrity and upright character.

Not just him.

The officers' rest area on the side of the bridge.

Beside the gleaming, mirror-like alloy table, Orion's subordinates sat lazily.

The Imperial Guards, dressed in equally crisp uniforms, were tall and slender, with neat features and gleaming epaulets, their silver-gray uniforms encasing their figures.

There's a great sense of relaxation, with each movement casual and unrestrained. Leaning back in the chair, long legs stretched out, boot heels gently tapping the table leg, a picture of leisurely ease.

Silver cutlery is used to cut synthetic steak, and gin is drunk from stemmed glasses.

His movements were elegant, displaying the impeccable demeanor of a noble young master.

Those were indeed young masters.

Many years ago, they were also young masters from noble families who betrayed the empire with him and became space pirates.

Although I haven't paid attention to these things for many years, the foundation of the education I received since childhood still exists, so it doesn't seem out of place for me to come back now and infiltrate the Insect King's Guard.

Yes, Orion's pirate crew members were all secretly brought back by him, restored to their original identities, and are now his personal guards, all on this ship, accompanying him on his mission to Earth.

Who would have thought they were actually a notorious group of space pirates?

With a flick of his slender fingers, the red wine swirled gently in the stemmed glass, the deep red liquid clinging to the sides, leaving fleeting traces.

They spoke in hushed tones, their voices low and soft, using the purest capital city accents of the imperial upper class.

They talked about the impending arrival of Earth's climate, the cumbersome etiquette of foreign policy, and the latest gossip about an ancient family.

His pronunciation was clear and articulate, with a touch of languidness and a hint of the reserve of an ancient aristocratic family.

Who would believe that they were actually a group of notorious space pirates?

Neat uniform, impressive resume.

The archives record the illustrious family name, with only a gap due to "early years of overseas assignments".

However, it is also very common for female insects to go out and gain experience; everyone does it.

Naturally, no insect would suspect them.

They never left the star system of the Empire's central star, and never committed any acts that were inconsistent with their status or the law in the shadows at the edge of the stardust.

It's hilarious. It's so easy for those in power to cover up things.

Orion's eyes remained half-closed.

The sunlight streaming through the porthole fell on his moon-like hair and perfect profile, like a kiss from the universe.

The adjutant brought him a cup of coffee.

The bottom of the bone china cup was gently tapped against the edge of the control panel, causing the dark brown liquid to sway slightly, releasing steam and a fragrant aroma.

"Your Highness, please try some coffee from Earth. It's a sample sent from the embassy; they say it's top-quality."

Orion didn't look up; with his eyes closed, he reached out and picked up the cup.

Orion took a sip, leaving a slight dampness on his pale lips.

Then he almost threw up, clicked his tongue and commented, "It smells like burnt syrup, but it's bitter."

The adjutant chuckled softly.

"When I become emperor, the first thing I'll do is pass legislation to remove coffee from the imperial diet," Orion said with his eyes closed and a look of disgust.

The adjutant chuckled again.

"Your Highness, when are we going to make a move against the Insect King? The kids are itching to do something, they're just waiting for you to smash the cup."

Orion's gaze swept over the smartly uniformed guards officers behind the bridge.

"What's the rush? Let them warm up a bit more."

The Crown Prince hasn't been dealt with yet, so attacking the Insect Emperor now would be a waste of time. No, attacking the Insect Emperor now would practically be helping the Crown Prince ascend the throne.

If the crown prince ascends the throne and concentrates imperial and military power in his own hands, what will they be able to do? They're doomed.

So now they not only can't attack the Insect King, they also have to protect it.

Orion looked so distressed, it was heartbreaking to see, and one wanted to fulfill all his needs.

The adjutant's gaze fell on Orion's face, and he chuckled again.

Forty years have passed, and he has gone from being the arrogant second prince of the empire to looking almost exactly like the eldest prince back then.

Having twins is indeed very convenient; you have someone to refer to when doing anything.

It's a picture of pristine beauty, but this appearance is truly bizarre.

No wonder His Highness has been unwilling to return to human form all these years. With that face, who would believe he's a villain?

"Sasha, if you laugh again," Orion threatened.

The adjutant raised his hands in surrender.

"Your Highness, what strategy will we adopt once we reach the humans?"

"Strategy?" Orion chuckled.

He spoke casually, but a cold glint flashed deep in his eyes: "Incite humanity to fight amongst themselves, the fiercer the better."

This is not difficult at all.

Intelligent beings always have their little emotions. It's not scarcity that's a problem, but inequality. Do you think some humans might be envious of the Crown Princess's power?

He wanted to find an opportunity to kill both the Crown Prince and the Insect King.

To prevent a plan from failing, it's best to have multiple backup plans.

His first step was to instigate infighting among humans, use them to kill the Crown Princess, and then directly kill the Crown Prince within the Human Federation. This way, his hands would be clean, and he would even have a reason to destroy the Human Federation.

It is only right to kill the crown prince of the Zerg Empire.

My promise? What promise? How could I possibly make such a promise?

Do you have any evidence? Do you have my signature or fingerprint on it?

It's ridiculous that someone would try to cling to the insect king's ambassador even when they're about to die.

The second option is to destroy diplomatic relations if the Crown Prince cannot be killed in the Human Federation, let the Crown Prince return to the Empire, and then unite with the nobles to kill the Crown Prince.

In short, every road is fraught with danger.

The Insect King wanted him to bring the Crown Prince back, so he wanted to kill the Crown Prince and the Insect King and become the Insect Queen himself.

The Insect King is really simple-minded; he actually thinks that once he was a space pirate, he can no longer be the Insect Queen.

How ridiculous! He actually thinks that those in power need to care about their reputation and what others think.

Only a puppet like the Insect King, who depends on others for its life, needs that.

Although it has been said since ancient times that a prince with flaws cannot inherit the throne, what if this prince could kill the emperor's entire family at any time?

People with disabilities will be treated without exception.

Besides, he was just a pirate; he can be exonerated anytime. What kind of stain is that?

The victor will naturally have great Confucian scholars to debate the classics for him.

Someone always sits in that chair, so why can't it be him?

The adjutant straightened up and bowed, saying, "Understood, Your Highness."

The adjutant put away his coffee cup and turned to leave.

Orion leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

His profile remained serene in the starlight, revealing no trace of his wicked intentions.

Orion scoffed.

It's just a power struggle.

What constitutes "bad"? Can the struggle for the throne be considered bad?

This is all to be expected.

The victor is king, the loser is a bandit.

Let Atticus watch closely; this throne will be his sooner or later. He also intends to grind that father and son into dust and scatter them across the universe.