Chapter 53

Even if you can't use the insect path and are just a cripple, would you still be willing?

The male insect's voice, like a seductive whisper, slowly echoed in the female insect's ear.

The Starbound is almost here, lightning flashes beneath the sea of ​​clouds, the rolling waves of the river have receded, and a new dawn is just around the corner.

The shadow that had been shrouding Celt's deep-set eyes was lifted by the close sunlight. The starship had already started operating, and a short-haired female insect was with Dick in the passageway. Celt was moving too fast and would arrive in the blink of an eye.

"yes."

His voice pierced the wind, coming from his chest, vibrating the bones of the male insect placed in front of his heart.

Hill was taken aback.

He expected Celt to be roundabout or ambiguous, Celt's desire for life and power surpassed everything, but this time he did not; his answer was swift and calm.

It seems that Hill was his number one priority in life.

Hill's eyes widened slightly, seemingly in disbelief. The Starbound had arrived. Isidore and Dick stepped forward, but Celtic ignored them and strode forward with Hill in his arms.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Hill reacted, her slender fingers tapping on Celt's ambitious heart, the places her fingertips brushed as if burning with flames.

"Does the Marshal really understand what he just said?"

One after another, the metal doors, gleaming with a cold luster, opened and closed, sending Hill into the core compartment. All the female soldiers along the way were astonished, and immediately bowed their heads to pay their respects to the marshal.

"Is that His Highness Prince Hill?"

"Yes, both Prince Sirius and Prince Nathaniel are blond."

Of the three princes currently on the starship, only Prince Hildegard possesses silver hair that flows like the Milky Way.

"Why is the Marshal embracing Princess Hilgard? Isn't the Marshal's fiancé, Prince Sirius?"

"Um, is Prince Hilgard also considered the Marshal's younger brother?"

"Who taught you to calculate it like that? You dare to try hugging your lord's adult male brother?"

"I don't have a lord yet..."

Whispers erupted behind Celtic like a torrent, quickly spreading like a tide.

A female insect with an unmarried male master is holding the younger brother of the unmarried male master, which raises huge suspicions from any perspective, not to mention that Marshal Celt and an S-class male insect are at the center of the controversy.

The final core module door opened, and the gradually brightening lights illuminated Celt's cold eyes, revealing surging waves beneath the icy lake surface.

"Clearer than ever."

Celtic placed Hill on the soft sofa, kneeling on one knee. The folds of his military uniform outlined the distinct muscle lines of his legs and waist, every inch of which contained unparalleled explosive power. He had just returned from a battle, his body still bearing the brunt of brutal blood.

A powerful female insect knelt before him in a submissive posture.

Hill's azure eyes flickered as he spoke softly, "Marshal, your ring is digging into me."

It was as if it were a reminder of something.

After becoming engaged to Sirius, Celt always wore one of the wedding rings as a matter of etiquette, although Sirius never wore it.

The instant he finished speaking, Celtic had already raised his hand, removed the ring from his index finger, and thrown it away.

The metal ring fell to the ground with a thud, bounced slightly, and then disappeared without a trace.

Hill's eyes held a half-smile, and the next moment his ankle was gripped by the female insect's scalding hand. The intense heat emanated from his ankle, causing him to involuntarily curl up slightly.

"Hmm..."

He tried to pull it back, but Celt held on tightly, pulling his long, slender legs straight. Celt suddenly reached out and tied an exquisite anklet around his ankle.

Hill disliked elaborate decorations. His health was too poor, and expensive decorations often had considerable weight, making him feel uncomfortable and breathless. Therefore, he didn't even like elaborate and exquisite fabrics.

Aside from the moonstone that held his hair in place, he wore no other jewelry.

It was a deep blue, and Hill's fingertips tightened.

Eternal damnation? It's that thing again—

"Beep beep—Warning—Warning—Enemy starship rapidly approaching—"

"Knock knock—"

There was a rapid knocking at the door. It was Dick: "Marshal—"

The chain reaction triggered by Albert's death began; federal warships arrived.

Ignoring the knocking at the door, Celtic gripped Hill's ankle and bent down to kiss Hill's calf.

Hill suddenly remembered something—it was the spot where Albert had kissed the day before yesterday.

Unlike Albert, Celtic kept his eyes on Hill while kissing him, his undisguised possessiveness making his heart clench; it was the feeling of being stared at by a wild beast.

He was pretty sure that Celt had spied on him and Albert, and he almost laughed, and he did.

The marshal who treated Xiao Xiongchong like dirt, how could he one day harbor such dark and jealous thoughts?

That was absolutely hilarious.

Celt stood up, his tall shadow looming over Hill, drawing ever closer. Hill thought he was going to kiss her, but in reality, he simply placed his warm palm over Hill's eyelids.

"Hill, take a nap. When you wake up, you'll travel through space to the Empire, and everything will be over."

His voice was deep and magnetic, filled with complete confidence and reliability.

Of course, Marshal Celt is currently the strongest female Zerg, and he has the ability to handle everything.

Albert, who discovered his secret, is dead, and Celtic will handle the aftermath; he can rest easy.

Just sleep it off, nothing will happen. Don't be afraid, don't panic, there will be no worries.

He was lifted up and placed on the soft bed. Celtic covered him with a blanket, and the sound of military boots faded away. After a long time, Hill opened his eyes and stared coldly at the ceiling.

How could this be? How could he pretend nothing had happened? He lifted himself up and covered his eyelids, hearing his own faint heartbeat and the pheromones that were almost washed away by the downpour.

After all, his life had already begun its countdown.

"This time, Speaker Wilson of the Federation came in person. Albert is his female son. He has already found Albert's body. Speaker Wilson's level has been maintained at 2S for many years. He is an opponent of the Insect Emperor in the same era. Although he has reached the end of the female insect's combat career, he is still not to be underestimated."

As Dick walked, he quickly recounted the situation he had been spiesing on.

"There are approximately 30 annihilation weapons on board the Federation starship..."

As the hatches opened, Sirius suddenly burst out, heading straight for Hill's room.

Isidor, who was following Celt, couldn't help but follow Sirius's gaze. After a moment, he frowned slightly: "Marshal, you are still His Highness Sirius's unmarried female insect..."

The starship was already rife with rumors, which was a great insult to Prince Sirius.

Celt didn't turn around. Inch by inch, his insect armor covered his body, making his entire insect appear metallic, cold, and ruthless, leaving no room for doubt: "Isidore, escort them back to the capital planet."

Isidore's face paled slightly. He stood still, his face filled with shame, and bowed deeply, saying, "Yes."

Because Prince Sirius betrayed the Marshal, even now, facing a formidable enemy, the Marshal is still unwilling to fight alongside him.

"I will return to my post immediately after escorting His Highness back to the capital planet, so please rest assured, Marshal."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and Marshal Celt ignored him, leaving the female insect with a bitter feeling.

——

As the Starbound Boundary gradually receded into the distance, the faint glow of an explosion could be seen through the transparent glass; a brutal battle had begun.

Sirius placed his hand on Hill's shoulder and gently comforted him: "Hill, don't overthink it. War is inevitable, and it has nothing to do with you."

The Federation and the Empire have been cooperating and fighting for centuries, and will never be at peace because of a male insect, but Hill is such a sensitive male insect that he may blame himself.

His physical condition prevented him from using the insect path, which led to the outbreak of this war.

The male insect standing by the window did not turn around, remaining noncommittal.

"Did Celt make a promise?"

Hill paused, his fingers resting on the window, recalling the calm and resolute "yes" he had given.

If that was a promise.

He looked down at the anklet, which was covered by a soft white robe and could only be vaguely seen when he moved. It was very light and not the type he disliked.

Most importantly, it turns out that it's not an eternal damnation.

Instead, it was another light blue, unknown gemstone, closer to his eyes, encircling his ankles and providing a subtle, almost imperceptible touch.

"Have you collected evidence of his violations of imperial law?" Hill asked, pulling himself together but not answering Sirius's earlier question.

At this point, Sirius shook his head helplessly: "Not yet. Even though you provided some information before, he was too meticulous. Ticas has been completely destroyed by explosion, and we can't find any strong evidence. We only found out that he was secretly conducting some kind of experiment during the six months he disappeared."

"The only confirmed evidence at present is that he killed Albert."

Celt had climbed his way up step by step, and compared to the two pampered male insect princes, his methods were more mature and meticulous, so it was understandable that he couldn't be found.

"Hill, have you been feeling unwell lately?" Sirius asked gently. "Are Celtic pheromones working for you?"

Hill slowly clenched his fist in front of the glass, without answering.

“Hill, don’t be afraid,” Sirius gently grasped his thin shoulders. “I’ve found a way.”

“I will register Isidor as my queen, completely cutting off his escape route.”

My Hill, don't be afraid of anything. Your brother won't let you die alone.

Hill clasped his hands together in front of the glass window, his figure reflected in the hazy light, with the gift from Celtic at his feet.

He seemed to be speaking to Sirius, yet also to himself.

"The female father said that everything, except for the beloved insect, should be held in the palm of one's hand and discarded at one's feet. The female father is right. I will not wait in the same place and be chosen by another insect."

The starship entered the wormhole, and the fierce battle behind it was distorted and then gradually disappeared.

——

The Starbound Boundary arrived at the capital planet in just three days at top speed.

Hill fell into a coma due to his poor physical condition caused by the high-intensity exercise and was rushed to the hospital for treatment. When he woke up again, His Majesty the Insect Emperor was sitting next to him.

His Majesty Cyrus, the Insect Emperor, has a majestic face and long, dazzling golden hair that is even more dazzling than his two brothers' hair. He is often compared to the scarf of a lion from an ancient planet.

Cyrus gently stroked the forehead of the smallest insect cub: "Little Hill, don't be sad. What does losing one Albert matter? There are so many excellent female insects in the Empire. Your female father will select the strongest female insect for you."

"Only the strongest female insect is worthy of my little Hill."

His Majesty the Insect Emperor was deeply concerned about his youngest insect offspring and planned to hold a female insect selection competition for him.