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

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The central star of Leernia, high in the sky, Wing Palace.

The Wing Palace, with its flowers and waterways, is like a giant fairyland, suspended above the clouds of the capital.

The observation deck on the top floor of the Wing Palace has been transformed into a floor-to-ceiling window, offering the most expansive view of the entire central star.

The unobstructed view of the sea of ​​clouds outside, the garden with the lake, and the bustling capital city below can all be taken in without reservation.

Orion leaned back in a large chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping tea while looking at the roses in the garden outside.

The roses by the lake are bathed in the brilliant starlight, blooming breathtakingly.

Layer upon layer, covering the sky and the earth, like a brilliant sea of ​​snow, or like burning white fire.

The aroma permeates subtly through a specially designed air filtration system, neither too strong nor too weak, blending with the fragrance of premium black tea to create a pleasantly intoxicating atmosphere.

Orion returned to the central star early in the morning. After returning, he took a bath and changed into a comfortable black velvet bathrobe.

The pure black bathrobe accentuated his pale complexion, and his silver hair, draped over it, looked like moonlight flowing across the night sky, making him even more handsome.

His slender fingers held the bone china cup, and the golden-red tea soup emitted a rich, sweet aroma. He took a small sip and squinted his eyes.

Everything before my eyes was both ironic and disgusting.

This rose bush is a legacy left by that fool Atticus; he won't just uproot it.

This thing can spur him on at any time, urging him to work harder to enter the magnificent palace in the distance and quickly kill that annoying, jumping insect king.

The little brats are nothing to fear.

He now has many trump cards at his disposal, and he can crush the Crown Prince along with this rose bush at any time when the opportunity arises.

Insect King, Noble Council, Enhancement Drug, Director of Human Alliance.

Hahaha.

Are you scared, little brat? Every step is fraught with danger.

Orion was enjoying his tea when the door to the observation deck slid open a crack without his noticing.

A female insect guard dressed in his close-fitting uniform walked in silently, stopped a few steps away from Orion's chair, knelt on one knee, and bowed her head deeply: "Your Highness."

"What's wrong?"

The guard's voice was extremely low as he leaned close to his ear: "Your Highness, news has come from the Insect Emperor that the production of the enhancement drug has been initially completed. The first batch of finished products has been transported through top-level secret channels and entered the first-level combat readiness storage sequence."

Orion's fingertips, which were tapping the rim of the cup out of boredom, suddenly stopped.

Before they left, they had the lab prepare the enhancement drugs.

He slowly raised his eyelids, said nothing, and simply drank the golden-red tea in his cup in one gulp.

"So fast."

"As per your instructions, the secret bio-labs controlled by the Insect Emperor and the underground laboratories secretly managed by the Noble Council have been operating at full capacity day and night for the past few days, which is why we were able to achieve our goal ahead of schedule."

What is the total amount?

"The number of bottles of medicine that have been packaged and are ready for immediate deployment is approximately 375 million."

Three hundred and seventy million still feels a bit low.

These things are all consumables, and they can't compare to the actual female soldiers of the Legion.

"What about production capacity? Can you guarantee continued supply?"

"All production lines are operating efficiently, and there are no bottlenecks in the raw material supply chain. Conservatively estimated, we can stably produce no less than 100 million standard units per day in the future. The Empire has abundant resources, and the core catalyst required for this drug is artificially synthesized, not dependent on rare resources. As long as the production lines do not encounter any major problems, theoretically our production capacity has no upper limit."

There is no upper limit.

These days, the noble council and the drug laboratories controlled by the insect king have been working day and night. The drugs that have been produced so far are just appetizers, and more can be produced later.

The Zerg have abundant resources; this drug, which doesn't require rare resources, can be produced in large quantities as long as the labs keep running.

Once the quantity increases, the reserves of this drug will reach billions or even tens of billions.

These drugs are used to create weak races. If each weak race is given a few hundred pills, a powerful army of hundreds of millions can be created.

That would already be a powerful force capable of rivaling a legion.

Great.

"Send people out to find all registered, weak races that have been excluded from the Imperial Legion's racial guidelines and deemed to have low combat strength and no armed forces. Send people to contact all those who actually control their races."

Of the more than one million intelligent races in the empire, how many were weak races who couldn't become female soldiers, and could only eke out a living and struggle to survive at the bottom of society?

"Tell them about the Imperial Academy's latest breakthrough: an enhancement potion. One bottle lasts for twelve hours. It increases combat power tenfold, unleashes strength, and grants a powerful insectoid form comparable to a female soldier. There is no risk of genetic collapse, and no reports of known serious side effects."

"The price is only a day of weakness after taking it, but the power gained is enough to tear apart the once arrogant superior races, enough to make them break free from their shameful past and regain the glory of power. The imperial hierarchy will be reshuffled. With the help of the enhancement potion, the old order will be reduced to ashes. Those who pledge allegiance to me will have power at their fingertips."

The guard bowed his head in obedience, then stood up and quietly withdrew again.

Orion remained lounging in his chair, gazing out the window.

He suddenly chuckled.

The Zerg are all about strength. Those weaker races have long been at the bottom of the Zerg Empire, and the humiliation they have suffered is unimaginable to the powerful races.

They are willing to do anything and pay any price as long as they have the opportunity to climb the social ladder.

Someone presented them with power—something they never dared to dream of, something capable of overturning their fate—like a feast when they were starving, telling them that there was no price to pay, only loyalty.

This is not a choice at all.

This is the only lifeline a drowning person can grasp.

Even if it's covered in barbs, even if they know those barbs will dig deep into their flesh, bringing even greater pain and destruction, they will still use their last bit of strength to hold on tightly.

Pain? Nothing is more painful than continuing to struggle in that boundless sea of ​​suffering.

They might even have to thank this thorny lifeline for coming.

All the weaker races would go crazy for this lifeline.

The New Year is here, time for New Year celebrations.

Ah, is this a New Year's gift from the Heavenly Father to him? It seems the Heavenly Father still loves him more and didn't help Atticus at all.

Orion smiled again, looking at the roses outside the French windows.

He hoped to crush everything during this New Year's celebration.

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Imperial Administration Department, Noble Council Hall.

The auditorium is extremely high and spacious, with a golden dome and dazzling lights. At the very center is a circular lectern, surrounded by hundreds of high-backed chairs arranged in a circular, tiered pattern.

The dark gold chairs, covered with deep purple cushions, were arranged neatly, exuding a majestic and exquisite beauty.

The air here is thick with the scent of power, wealth, nobility, and an arrogance permeated by time.

At this moment, almost all the seats were full, and almost all the most illustrious families in the Liernia Empire, apart from the royal family, had gathered here.

The Council of Nobles.

It is a power organization spontaneously formed by various nobles of all ranks in the empire, and it is also the most famous royalist party in the empire in recent decades.