The New Zerg Queen's First Order

Amidst the ecstasy of the Mother Worm's Thanksgiving Dinner, the First Legion suddenly attacked the Third Legion. Conspiracy theories swirled, and speculation abounded. Although the Palace of San Josepho quickly issued an official explanation, stating that the Third Legion's army-worms had been exposed to virgin honey and were showing signs of losing control, the First Legion urgently brought them under control, out of concern for the safety of the guests.

However, those sinister speculations turned into inquiring text messages that flooded the brain of Chief Internal Affairs Officer Gabriel.

He's lying to the cubs! There's something fishy going on here. Why didn't they take action during the entrance search? They only arrested people after several rounds of drinking, leaving glasses smashed all over the floor. Is this the style of that cunning Tiger Warlock of the First Legion, or that thousand-year-old fox-turned-spirit Gabriel, the Internal Affairs Officer beside the Worm Mother?

And there's the commander of the Third Legion, Drake, who hasn't been seen since the banquet began. His own soldiers were caught, but he didn't say a word. How could a troublemaker like him, who only acts when he's dissatisfied, tolerate this?

In particular, after the Worm Mother's stunning appearance at the Thanksgiving Dinner, she began to retreat into seclusion again. The Worm Mother's guards guarded the Dew Palace Gardens like an iron barrel, and all requests for an audience with the Worm Mother were rejected.

This is outrageous! They are representatives of prestigious and prestigious families! Even if the Worm Queen has the First Legion's support, she still has to observe basic social etiquette!

I heard that the insect queen was rescued from human society...

The insect mother received human education since she was young...

The Zerg Queen doesn't understand the social etiquette of the Zerg...

The reason why the Worm Queen needed to appear in that way was because she knew she was too weak and needed the support of powerful Worms...

But at the dinner party that day, the insect mother's mental strength was still very strong...

Who knows, maybe some special means were used...

Speculations like these circulated among the high-ranking Zerg still residing at Saint Joseph's Palace. Since the Zerg Queen wouldn't see them, they would use one social gathering after another to privately discuss these matters.

Amidst the undercurrent, they received the first decree from the new insect mother: stripping the Third Legion commander Drake Black Armor and his accompanying Third Legion army insects of all their positions, ordering them to complete the transfer of military power within two months, and permanently expelling them from the gravitational field of the Saint Hobel Palace.

As soon as this order was issued, the insects were in an uproar.

Why was this new Insect Queen so aggressive, targeting the Third Legion with her first decree? Everyone knew that of the three major legions' defenses, the Third was the hardest hit. Constantly battling those beasts, their heads and blood were etched in a frenzy of reckless abandon.

Isn't she afraid that the Third Legion will "retreat" its defense line to the Palace of Saint Joseph, exposing the First Legion and the Worm Queen Guards to the claws of those interstellar beasts?

The high-ranking families whose countless descendants have gilded their families in the First Legion and the Guards are now almost calling the brains of every worm around the worm queen to burst.

Beyond his anxiety for his children's safety, he also harbored an irrepressible ambition. This decree was brutal, but it also shone with a certain naivety: Drake was stripped of his position, and the next step in commanding the Third Legion remained unclear.

While dangerous, he was still in command of an entire legion! It was said that the current number of regular army zerg was no less than 500,000. It was unknown whether the Third Legion had any extra-commissioned army zerg, but given the Third Legion's aggressive style, it was highly likely that they had.

Because of the high risk of battling interstellar alien beasts and the unpredictability of their attacks, the Third Legion possesses the greatest discretion of the three legions. Besides its annual military budget, the Third Legion is free to dispose of materials harvested from interstellar alien beasts. The exotic beast pelts, eyeballs, brain crystals, and even complete specimens currently treasured by Zerg elites are all trophies of the Third Legion.

High risk, high reward, and commanding nearly a million army bugs. If this isn't fat meat, then what is?

The Worm Queen wiped out the top brass of the Third Legion. Wasn't this a power grab? Shouldn't the seized power be handed over to the Worm Queen, who could trust her?

The higher-level Zergs tried every possible way to convey messages of affection to the Zerg Queen, throwing her flirtatious glances one after another, but there was no response.

The Chief Internal Affairs Officer, Sir Gabriel, who had been harassed to the point of exhaustion, finally revealed the news: "The new commander will naturally be chosen by the former commander, Drake. After all, no one understands the Third Legion as well as Drake does. This will make the handover smoother."

Huh...? Huh?

Is this how politics works? Does the Worm Queen trust Drake, or not?

The combined attack from the Palace of Saint Joseph left the higher-ranking families bewildered. However, rumors and speculation could not stop the Third Legion from preparing to return for the handover.

Drake stood on the approach bridge of an unassuming starport dock, five unassuming maneuverable ships flanking him. In half a star hour, he and his army bugs would board these five ships and return to the Third Legion's garrison in the outer ring.

He wore a Third Regiment-style uniform, its slim, crisp cut accentuating his broad shoulders, slender waist, long arms and legs. His outer armor seemed to have been carefully polished with carapace oil, leaving it glossy and shiny, revealing a mirror.

He quickly glanced at the bugs that came to see him off, but he didn't see the figure he expected. He was very disappointed: "Where's Alyssa?"

Gabriel sneered, "You're not crazy anymore, but you still haven't picked up your manners? Call her Her Majesty! You, the guilty minister, still want Her Majesty Alyssa to give you a gift? Her Majesty Alyssa has cleansed your spiritual world. Your body has been exhausted and needs to rest for the next few days."

Behind Drake, the soldier-bugs of the Third Legion, who were dressed equally smartly and had pricked up their ears to hear that the Zerg Queen would not appear, all lowered their heads.

Derek frowned. "Is she okay?" Then he relaxed quickly. "She must be fine. If she was, you, an old hen, wouldn't be watching over her. How could you have time to come and see me off?"

Gabriel: "You think I want to come? It's all because of your Majesty's mercy! Monkeys from the remote star region, get out!"

"She asked you to come and see me off, didn't she?" Drake's silver eyes sparkled. His pupils were no longer the cloudy red they once were, but a deep black with clear edges. "Can you take care of her? If not, let me take her away."

"Follow you to the remote star regions and eat dirt! What are you dreaming about!" Gabrielle had disliked the Black Armor bugs since Her Majesty Amelia. They were uncivilized and barbaric, but Her Majesty Amelia loved them. But having a bug queen was enough. She wouldn't send Her Majesty Alyssa to a pile of these rude, unmannered, and rude bugs!

Drake thought about it and realized that since he had been stripped of all his positions and had to start all over again, he couldn't give Alyssa a comfortable life for the time being. "Okay, tell Alyssa that I will conquer a new star field for her. When the time comes, I will bring the new star field to apologize to her and apply to be her husband."

The stingers on Gabriel's appendages were all erected. She looked at Drake like a parent looking at a little yellow-haired boy who was trying to abduct their daughter. "Who are you? You're still dreaming of becoming the king's husband? Just get the word "brother" from His Majesty. That's enough! Brother, do you understand, brother?"

Derek shrugged it off: "She's a bug queen, not a human. I'll make her accept me."

Gabriel was on the verge of a rampage. Before entering the cabin, Drake turned back and dropped a message: "Lord Gabriel, regarding the source of the primordial honey, according to my research, it is within the five star chains surrounding the Saint Hobel Palace."

Five star chains are basically equivalent to the high-ranking families being invited to the Thanksgiving dinner right under the nose of the Insect Mother.

Gabriel's expression immediately became serious: "Are you sure?"

"I'm not in command for nothing. My subordinates investigated the supplier for a long time. They were very cautious, but they ultimately pointed to someone within the Fifth Star Chain. I don't think anyone has the ability to frame someone within the Fifth Star Chain."

Before the hatch closed, Drake hesitated again and again. Finally, three years after his family's destruction, he once again spoke with sincere respect to the insects of Saint Hobel Palace: "Lord Gabriel, please tell Alyssa that I... will eradicate the use of primordial honey in the Third Legion and select a suitable insect to take over, giving her a clean Third Legion. I am now a free agent, so I can move more easily. I will do whatever she wants."

"I will restore the glory of the Kuroka family and become a bug that will remind her of me without tears in her eyes all the time."

The first half was fine, but the last sentence was off. Gabriel watched the blue-white flames from the motorship's engines erupt before it vanished into the interstellar space in an instant, pondering Drake's bombardment of information regarding the source of the primordial honey.

As an addictive placebo, regardless of its harmful effects, Primordial Honey undoubtedly undermines the dominance of the Zerg Mother. After all, the Zerg Mother's primary function is to maintain the mental stability of the entire Zerg race. It can be said that this substance was developed as a Zerg Mother substitute.

Within the five star chains, there are high-ranking families whose interests are highly consistent with those of the Zerg Mother and whose power is deeply bound. What reason do they have to develop such a thing?

Meanwhile, deep in the Lou Palace Gardens, in a dreamy pavilion built with pure white jade and the chitinous skin shed by giant stick insects, Alyssa was leaning on a pile of soft pillows, gazing at the blue sky outside the pavilion.

It was true that she wasn't feeling well. After she'd finished purging Drake and the others that day, she'd fainted again. After waking up, she'd been running a low-grade fever on and off, feeling weak and powerless.

Vio said that Her Majesty Alyssa had a low immunity due to iron deficiency anemia and she caught a cold.

This was a truly novel case for Vio. Zerg, a race with such a strong vitality, rarely suffered from minor ailments like colds and fevers. Their primary strategy was either the virus kills me or I kill the virus. The last time he'd seen a patient with a cold was probably back in medical school.

The internal affairs officers took great care to take care of the delicate insect queen. Gabriel temporarily did not allow Alyssa to use her mental power. Every time she saved these insects whose mental power was in danger, she would have a nosebleed. The nutrients that the insect queen ate were not enough for her to squander.

After undergoing multiple rounds of disinfection and having a layer of scales scraped off his body, Seville finally saw the insect queen taking a rest in the pavilion.

Her lips were pale from a low-grade fever, but her eyes and cheeks were slightly flushed. Sewell glanced at her and then lowered his head, not daring to look again. Such a fragile Zerg Queen not only piqued his Zerg's protective instincts, but also brought to mind darker desires: to make her even more vulnerable, helpless, and dependent on him.

"Sevier." Alyssa smiled softly at Sevier, "How do I use this thing? Can you teach me?"

Her Majesty Alyssa was holding the latest model of intelligent computer in her hand.

"Ah! Your Majesty, you have an intelligent computer?" Sewell was delighted. "Can I add your contact number?"

"Drake gave it to me." Alyssa didn't want anything Drake gave her. After inspection, the intelligent computer was found to be military-grade, with the highest level of security and communication permissions enabled, allowing direct encrypted communication with Drake. Gabriel said it was up to her whether to keep it or not.

In the end, Alyssa stayed.

"It's been making noises all day and I don't know how to use it..."

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A brand new military-grade intelligent computer that has no contacts added yet. Does it require any guessing as to who sent the message when it can make a sound?

After all, Lady Gabriel is an old female insect who has vowed to remain single and serve the insect mother for the rest of her life. She can't see through the minds and methods of these young male insects at all!

Seville's expression remained unchanged as he clicked on the message on the smart brain. Sure enough, Drake sent a copy of the words he had asked Gabriel to relay to Alyssa at the starport today to Alyssa's smart brain.

Sewell previewed the voice-to-text conversion after some operations, deleting Drake's straightforward confession of wanting Alyssa to wait for him and wanting to be the king's wife, but played the remaining parts expressing his loyalty to Alyssa as they were.

Alyssa wasn't moved at all after hearing this. She simply said, "I still have a lot to learn. The Zerg language and writing... I'm not very good at them."

It was precisely because the Zerg Mother didn't understand the Zerg language and writing that Sewell was able to exploit this loophole and delete Drake's message. He decided to go back and tell his eldest brother that messages sent to the Zerg Mother from this ID must be filtered using high-level filters, and he would be the one to decide on sensitive words.

At the same time, he also made a suggestion: "Your Highness Alyssa, do you want to go to school?"