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

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Commander-in-Chief Qi contacted the Crown Prince.

As soon as the communication was connected, he got straight to the point, telling him that human warriors had infiltrated Blackwater Star to fight space pirates and used fungi to paralyze their lairs, and discussing having the Crown Prince's fleet launch a general offensive against them.

The Crown Prince interrupted him.

The crown prince looked at him, his face pale, and said softly, "No, it won't work."

Commander-in-Chief Qi was taken aback: "What?"

The Crown Prince felt as if his throat was blocked with cotton, and he could hardly utter the words to reveal the truth: "The Zerg's planetary barriers are not only for defense, but also for controlling climate and airflow, which are among its most basic secondary functions."

Planetary barriers can drain water vapor from the atmosphere of a specific region or even the entire world in a very short time, or create vortex flow to completely pump air from a part of the region into space.

Under normal circumstances, spores that rely on airborne transmission are practically unsolvable. Earth and humans are both intelligent and dangerous. If the Zerg are not a Type 5 civilization, they will truly be suppressed and killed.

However, the Zerg happen to be a Level 5 civilization.

Faced with the Zerg's planetary barrier and airspace clearance protocol, such attacks relying on natural means are extremely limited in effectiveness and may even be wiped out instantly.

This was a sacrifice that was destined to fail.

"If I'm not mistaken, your team has been captured. The subsequent message came from Orion."

If only humans could ask him before taking any action.

But he also knew that he couldn't blame humans, because humans were not his subordinates; they were an independent nation.

The organization infiltrated the heart of the space pirate territory to rescue Gao Tian without seeking his help, which was an extremely impressive operation, even more so than his.

Humanity underestimated the generational gap between a Type I and a Type V civilization, and while they witnessed the physical strength of the Zerg, they underestimated the strength of the Zerg's technological defense system.

Commander-in-Chief Qi was suddenly startled, and immediately tried to contact the soldiers on the flower boat to request that the operation be terminated, only to find that the call could not be connected.

You could hear a pin drop inside the command center.

No one spoke again; only the system notification sound of communication failure echoed in the deathly silence.

[Target signal lost.]

Unable to establish a connection.

No available terminals found...

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On Blackwater, Orion quickly traced the source of the attack.

Where did this ship come from? It belongs to the Human Alliance Director and his family.

That omega was capable of doing things beyond his imagination.

She feigned weakness to coax the Alliance Director into giving her the authorization code, which she then handed over to the human military.

What a cruel human female! She doesn't care about anyone's life, including her own.

Orion was starting to admire her.

But she's the culprit, so we can't let her get away with it.

Orion already felt that the Alliance Commissioner and his team were useless; he could subdue humanity with violence, so there was no need to resort to appeasement.

Approaching humanity with a policy of appeasement will only lead to misfortune.

Then let's just kill the Alliance Director and his family.

Felipe Rodri, Ferdinand Rodri, and the lady—kill them all, leave no one alive.

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Orion had his men kidnap the Alliance Commissioner and his entire family and take them to the Blackrock Sea.

The edge of the island.

The black, jagged rocks were submerged in the icy seawater.

The waves relentlessly crashed against the rocks, splashing up snow-white foam.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore.

The Alliance Director was forced to kneel on a rock on the shore by two space pirates.

His expensive custom-made suit was stained, and his usually meticulously styled snow-white hair was disheveled, losing its usual composure.

He already knew what had happened. He looked up at Orion in a panic, then turned to look at the lady. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

Omega misled me.

Ferdinand Rodri knelt beside him. He struggled desperately, looking at Orion: "Your Highness! What has happened, Your Highness? Why have we been arrested? Is there some misunderstanding? Your Highness, we are innocent! We would never do anything to harm you!"

Tears of fear mixed with snot covered his face.

Orion didn't even bother to look at the two of them; he looked at his wife.

The lady was pressed down a little behind them, her plain-colored long dress clinging to her body in the sea breeze, revealing her slender figure.

Her hair was a little disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her pale cheeks, but her face was expressionless, without fear or panic, only calm.

She had long anticipated this day would come.

Orion stood there, scrutinizing her, and for some reason, a surge of anger welled up inside him.

Perhaps it's because she really does resemble Atticus a bit.

Even their choice of how to deal with him is so similar.

And so it is again; these nice people who are kind to everyone always target him and refuse to give him a kind look.

The adjutant sensed his anger, but he kept his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, seemingly unconcerned, and said nothing.

The Second Prince is easily angered.

He gets angry if even the slightest need isn't met.

It's nothing unusual. At times like this, it's best to stay silent; speaking will only bring trouble upon yourself.

"Useless," Orion said coldly, though it was unclear who he was referring to. "I gave you a chance, but you failed miserably."

"You humans are indeed only fit to be enslaved, and not worthy of any mercy."

He slightly raised his chin, and without even needing a clear command, the pirate soldier holding the Alliance Director drew his dagger without hesitation.

"No! Your Highness Orion! This has nothing to do with me! I am still useful, I..." The Alliance Director suddenly raised his head and shouted in fear.

But before he could finish speaking, his words caught in his throat, and he could no longer utter them.

His throat was slit.

The body froze for a moment, then collapsed forward, convulsing a few times. Blood gushed from the severed neck, quickly being washed away and diluted by the seawater.

"Aaaaaah!" Ferdinand looked up and saw his father, whom he had always admired, having his throat slit, and let out a terrified scream.

He finally realized that this was not an ordinary interrogation, but an execution scene.

He jerked backward a few times, his crotch became soaked, and he had wet his pants.

The pirate soldier pressing down on him took a step back in disgust.

I initially felt a bit sorry for this male human insect because it looked quite nice, but now I'll just leave it at that.

Orion glanced at Ferdinand, then gestured with his chin: "Kill him too."

"Your Highness! I—" Ferdinand looked at him, tears streaming down his face.

How could this be? Hasn't His Highness Orion always liked him?

He didn't have a chance to ask.

The space pirate, upon receiving Orion's order, stepped forward without hesitation and slit his throat as well.

Orion and his adjutant stood watching the execution, seeing Ferdinand twitch twice and then stop moving.

"It's a bit of a shame, he's quite good-looking," the adjutant said.

Orion remained noncommittal: "There's nothing to regret. Once we've subdued the humans, there will be plenty of good-looking alphas."

"You could reward him to your underlings."

"He's so stupid, what's the point of passing on such stupid genes?"

"You're right," the adjutant praised him.

Only the lady remained. Orion waved his hand.

The soldiers holding the lady loosened their grip.

The woman looked at the bodies of her husband and son and stood up.

My body swayed slightly, but I quickly regained my balance.

She trudged step by step across the blood-stained seawater and slippery rocks to Ferdinand's body, where she knelt down beside him.

She stretched out her hands.

Those hands, which once arranged flowers for him and straightened his collar, are now stained with glaring bloodstains.

She didn't care about the blood on her hands, and gently straightened Ferdinand's crooked head as if he were just asleep.

Then, she knelt on the cold rock and gently held her son's still-warm body in her arms.

Her cheek pressed against her child's still-warm forehead, the sea breeze ruffling her disheveled hair and brushing against his lifeless face.

She closed her eyes.

She doesn't regret it. She has the ability to distinguish between right and wrong.

Orion watched the scene indifferently, watching the woman holding her child's corpse.

It was a truly disgusting scene.

She's already done all that, and now she's still acting like she loves him.

In that instant, the lady's figure seemed to overlap with that of her male father.

Orion completely lost interest, turned away, and decided not to waste any more time. Without turning back, he told his adjutant, "Get rid of it. Make it clean."

"Okay." The adjutant watched him walk away.

Then he turned to face his wife.

The lady still held her child, like a silent statue.

Sigh, they're all pitiful people.

The adjutant didn't intend to torture her. Instead of taking a gun, he took a dagger, walked behind the lady, touched her neck, and then...

Slit her throat too.

Blood gushed out.

The woman suffocated, convulsed violently, then fell silent and stopped breathing.

The space pirate next to her checked her breath, then looked up: "Report, confirmed dead."

The adjutant stood up, flicked the blood off his dagger, sheathed it, and then whispered a few words to the pirate beside him.

The space pirate nodded and pushed all three corpses into the sea.

Three bodies fell into the water, bobbed and swelled in the waves for a few moments, their dark red bloodstains spreading out before being swept away by the surging waves and disappearing from sight.

The soldiers quickly washed the bloodstains off the rocks with seawater and then turned and left.

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Previous climate control measures disrupted airflow and weather patterns.

Various opposing air currents are turbulent.

This air convection is especially noticeable at sea where there is no shelter.

The wind howled, whipping up towering waves.

The highest point of the waves was almost five meters high, crashing down with a deafening roar.

It seems like the whole world is in turmoil.

In this chaotic sea ravaged by the raging winds, the lady suddenly opened her eyes again.

A huge wave crashed in, shoving her underwater.

The seawater was as cold as ice, and the shock it brought forced her to her senses.

A powerful survival instinct overwhelmed everything! The lady suddenly opened her mouth and choked on a mouthful of seawater.

She struggled desperately to surface, coughing violently, her entire chest burning, yet she felt as if her breathing was not a problem.

She touched her neck in a daze, but only felt a shallow scar.

What happened?!

Wasn't her throat slit?!

Then she noticed a faint golden light behind her ear.

Amidst the massive waves, this golden light, like a flickering candle in the wind, stubbornly pierced through the waves, reaching behind her head.

It was a tiny sprite, no bigger than the palm of your hand, with two pairs of transparent wings and brilliant golden hair, frantically flapping its wings to lift her up.

She was too small, and the person she was trying to support was too big, making the flight extremely difficult.

Swaying precariously in the raging storm, it seemed so small that it could be torn apart at any moment.

But she did it; she never let the lady sink.