Chapter 156: Clone

Mingxiao is the youngest and most impatient of Anno's seven relatives.

Although he was usually easily fooled by Caesar, in front of Anno, no matter how Caesar tried to persuade him, his instinct as a member of the royal family made him unable to resist the attraction of the queen and his desire to be close to her.

The Vanguard's closeness to the young prince was not unusual to the other members of the clan; in fact, it was quite normal for them. However, after the prince returned to the clan, they quickly noticed that the prince treated Caesar differently than they did. This very subtle difference disrupted a certain fairness among the clan members.

That's why they were so dissatisfied with Caesar, but in order not to cause trouble for Her Highness or make her upset, they all endured it and never showed it in front of her.

They just felt that Caesar was too cunning and manipulative. The more His Highness indulged him, the more he took advantage of it. Although he still appeared respectful to His Highness on the surface, they all knew that he was about to cross the line. They should maintain a sense of awe towards His Highness, and no matter how much affection they felt for him, they could not overstep the boundaries.

They are Your Highness's sharpest sword and strongest shield, and should not become an obstacle to Your Highness. Too much special affection will make Your Highness feel pity for them. The royal family is absolutely obedient to the king and will never disobey his orders. If they are pitied, it will affect the king's decision.

To them, Caesar was trying to influence His Highness's will, which was absolutely unacceptable.

That's why Secris was so angry, but what they felt most was jealousy and envy. Although the Zerg's innate sense of hierarchy made them follow the rules passed down from their genes, they still inevitably wanted to get more attention and affection from His Highness.

Even though they knew it wasn't allowed, they couldn't control the urge to get closer to His Highness; this feeling was like a vine climbing upwards in their hearts.

Inside the room, Anno saw Caesar still squatting on the ground, hugging her legs. His stubborn and persistent appearance reminded her of Huo Yin.

Even though Huo Yin and Caesar have very different personalities, at this moment, she felt that their figures overlapped, without the slightest sense of incongruity.

During the days he spent with Huo Yin, whenever he saw her, he would cling to her like a little animal, and he always liked to lean against her legs.

She had always thought that Huo Yin was so dependent on her only because of her energy. Now it seems that it wasn't because of the energy, but because he subconsciously wanted to stay by her side.

Caesar possesses two abilities: in addition to spatial abilities, his second ability is to create clones.

This ability is not unique to him, but belongs to the Phantom branch of the Zerg. The Phantom's ability is the Mimicry Gene, which allows him to transform into other races.

The Phantom branch is an assassin unit in the Zerg race. On the battlefield, it can mimic and transform into the enemy, and can also infiltrate the enemy base to assassinate high-ranking generals.

The Zerg are known for their straightforward nature and rarely resort to assassination. At most, they might impersonate the enemy on the battlefield. This is why, despite their strength in interstellar space, the Zerg are generally conventional in warfare, neither suffering losses nor gaining significant advantages.

Caesar is the Phantom Clan member with the strongest mimicry ability; he can not only transform himself but also create separate clones.

Because he comes from this clan, his personality is not as conventional as that of Secris and the others. He prefers strategy to brute force.

The "wildness" and "restlessness" of the other Zerg players stem from their combat prowess, while Caesar's wildness is evident in all aspects.

Because of his mimicry ability, he is very good at hiding himself. Even with his consciousness network, it is difficult for ordinary insects to detect his true emotions.

But Cecil and others who worked with him regularly knew his true personality.

So every time they saw his demeanor in front of His Highness, they felt a tightness in their chests, wishing they could beat him up to release that pent-up anger.

However, Caesar did go to great lengths to find their prince. Of course, all of their retinues were tirelessly traveling around all day. But the universe is so vast that finding a single person is countless times more difficult than sifting through sand in the ocean.

However, Caesar's abilities were more advantageous than those of his other followers in finding His Highness. For three hundred years, he had been desperately expending his energy to create clones, so many of them that there was one of his clones on every star system and on every major planet in the Alliance.

A phantom worm with spatial abilities combined with the ability to create clones is extremely terrifying.

He can go anywhere and impersonate anyone.

However, the more clones there are, the shorter their lifespan becomes, and these clones are unable to establish a consciousness network with the Zerg.

He will deal with these clone consciousnesses appropriately, but when his consciousness possesses these clones, the clones have no memory of him, and these clones will not have a sense of belonging to the simulated kin. It is as if he has exiled them, and their only mission in this life is to find their little prince.

Although those clones cannot possess a consciousness network, they still have a special connection with the little princess. Once they sense her presence, they will go to her side and protect her without ever leaving her.

Caesar is the main consciousness of these clones. When those clones do not have a main consciousness, they are just empty shells. Some clones have an instinctive consciousness, and even when Caesar's consciousness is not present, they will still act according to their bodily instincts. For example, Huo Yin, who was wandering in the exile area before, had a kind of beastly instinct that allowed him to survive even when Caesar's consciousness left his body.

However, this instinctive consciousness would consume Caesar's spirit. He needed to have extremely strong mental power to support so many clones. But in order to find Anno, he created more clones almost recklessly. For a period of time, his consciousness began to become chaotic. When the Zerg's spirit went berserk, Seville and the others beat him up, almost killing him, before they were able to suppress him.

So after Caesar found Anno, he put Huo Yin into a deep sleep. He would only wake up and move when his consciousness returned to the body of his clone. He also let the clones on other planets perish on their own.

Now, he only has a few of his clones left that are relatively powerful and useful to him in the future, and they are sleeping in a safe place.

"Get up, stop squatting in front of me."

Anno reached out and tugged at Caesar's wrist, and he sat down next to her recliner.

Although the deck chair was fairly wide, Caesar was so tall that when Anno sat down, he felt completely enveloped by him.

Perhaps because she was used to Huo Yin's little gestures in front of her before, and because each of her family members had a different personality, Caesar's personality was rather clingy, she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Caesar always being so close to her.

Anno pulled her feet inward, only to find that Caesar's whip had somehow wrapped around her ankle, the shimmering whip making her ankle look like white jade.

She paused for a moment, then used her other foot to push his whip away. "Don't expose your whip outside; it's dangerous."

Caesar's gaze followed her movements, and he saw her small, lovely feet pry open his whip. His whip rested on the instep of her foot, like a flashing neon light. He swallowed slightly, and at Anno's prompting, he very slowly withdrew the whip.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean to..."

Anno stared at his face for a while, then beckoned to him with her finger.

Caesar immediately bowed down, "Your Highness?"

As he bent down, Anno's vision was filled only with his tall figure. Although he was tall, his proportions were perfect. His black combat suit perfectly outlined his body lines. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscles were smooth and not muscular. Every part of his body seemed to be meticulously sculpted, perfect to the extreme.

Even Anuo, who was used to seeing all kinds of beautiful appearances, was momentarily stunned by him.

His high ponytail fell to her chest as he lowered his head. She picked up a strand of silver hair and gently pulled it, and he immediately pressed himself against her.

His face was very close to hers, and her image was reflected in his golden eyes.