Chapter 84
They did not take Celt with them when they left; Celt was to face trial by the Empire.
And now, it seems that only Celtic can withstand this attack.
Hill did not close his eyes. He watched the white color spread in his eyes until the whole world seemed to be nothing but pale white, with Celt being a deep black in the middle.
The menacing bone wings suddenly unfolded, protecting the aircraft.
“Hill—Hill—” Sirius patted his shoulder, worried that little Hill might be terrified.
Hill lowered his eyes, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.
A desperate struggle? Celtic, as expected, would never sit idly by and wait for his doom, always looking for an opportunity to turn the tide.
"My Lord!" Isidore's voice rang out untimely. As the Queen of Sirius, he had the authority to contact Sirius in an emergency.
The swaying aircraft was about to crash; the signal was unstable, and there was a crackling sound of electricity.
Isidore's anxious gaze fell on the unharmed Sirius before he breathed a sigh of relief: "The starship has entered Nuka and will soon extend its mechanical arm to receive the spacecraft. Please, Your Majesty and His Highness Hilgard, enter the safe room immediately."
Outside the screen, the Imperial starships were enormous, like planets, with no end in sight. Their silver hulls bore the imposing insignia of the First Army.
Hill instinctively moved closer to the window. He didn't know what he wanted to see, but he was certain he should take a look.
Did he really die like that? Did he die so easily?
Blood--
Blood cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall, and the broken bone wings belonging to the female insect also plummeted rapidly. Her bone wings had a metallic sheen, cold and ruthless, like a shooting star, seemingly destined to crash to the ground and become a pile of wreckage.
His eyes were not closed; they were covered in blood and seemed to be staring at Hill through a thick sea of clouds. Even at this moment, it seemed as if he wanted to reach out his insect claws and grasp him in his palm.
“Hill, come here quickly—” Sirius steadied his swaying body, grabbed Hilgard, and shoved him into the safe room.
Hill pressed his hands tightly against the transparent glass cabin. He closed his eyes and told himself to be ruthless, even more ruthless, just like Celtic.
He withdrew his hand, wanting to leave this insect, which had once been of paramount importance in his life, behind him.
Just before entering the safe cabin, a flying mechanical insect was launched from inside the starship, ejecting metal chains that bound Celt's wings, forcibly catching him at the last moment before the crash.
The relentless attacks continued, but the starships' resistance was no longer able to cause any real damage.
Hessen, unwilling to give up, leaned against the command console and closed his eyes: "Retreat, enter the Z31 system, replenish backup energy, and at the same time cut off contact with the Empire and establish a defense system."
"General, should we betray the Empire?" Brant frowned deeply. He could understand everything the General had done for the struggle for the Insect Emperor, but betraying the Empire was too terrible. His Majesty the Insect Emperor could even completely annihilate them.
Hessen's fingers tapped rapidly on the command console, a deep crease appearing on his brow: "So far, His Majesty the Insect Emperor has only issued a verbal condemnation without actually issuing any orders to attack us, perhaps because our overt target has always been Celt."
“His Majesty the Insect Emperor is unlikely to intervene easily,” Hessen considered. “We can treat this as an early start to the struggle for the Insect Emperor.”
"Didn't His Majesty Cyrus wage a small war a century ago when he was vying for the Insect Emperor position?"
The victors write history, and all we have to do is become that sole victor.
Hessen made his decision and entered the command room. Nathaniel was standing in front of the glass cabin, watching the war unfold in real time. His eyes were a little red, and the insect seemed rather uninterested.
Hesen knelt before Nathaniel, kissed his hand resting on his knee, and precisely positioned his intact cheek toward the male insect.
"Will Hill and Cyrus die if we just hit them?" Nathaniel pursed his lips, seemingly only thinking about this afterward, having acted recklessly in his rage and madness.
The vulnerable male insect cannot withstand the attack and will die.
“Of course not,” Hessen denied. “The royal aircraft is equipped with a top-level security cabin that ejects the male insect from the aircraft in the event of a fatal attack.”
Seemingly sensing Nathaniel's inner turmoil, Hessen reassured him gently, "Don't worry, I will make sure they live as your prisoners."
Nathaniel's lips twitched, and he reached out as if to touch Hessen's injured cheek. Hessen turned his head slightly, preventing him from touching him. Before Nathaniel could get angry, he said, "It will dirty your hands. Don't worry, it will heal soon."
Nathaniel pursed his lips, then, as if remembering something, let out an unnatural hum.
"Seize them! I need to know why he betrayed me!"
Why should we side with that damned, stupid worm, Sirius!
Hessen replied gently, "Of course."
The starship representing Hessen disappeared into the nebula, without lingering for battle.
"They're heading towards the Z31 star system, which is the Hessen family's stronghold. Should we continue the pursuit?" Gust instinctively looked at Isidore.
Isidore has now reached the rank of general and is the female ruler of Cyrus. She is the first decision-maker among the female military officers on the starship. The noble male officer has never been to the Imperial Command Department. Although he holds a prestigious position, he cannot make decisions for the female military officers in matters of military affairs.
"Marshal—" Isidore began instinctively, but stopped abruptly after uttering those two words.
This is not because he is weak or lacks initiative. Celt is a very self-centered person, and his control over power is extremely pathological. Hessen was able to control the Second Army entirely because he was born into a noble family, while most nobles were driven to the Second Army by the Marshal, which was equivalent to the fringe army of the military headquarters.
In the presence of Celts, the only thing other females need to do is obey.
Isidore was sent to other planets in previous years, and it wasn't that he hadn't been able to control wars, but when he learned that Marshal Celt was at the stern of the ship, he still fell into his habitual thinking.
He would be more than happy to take over command if Marshal Celtic were willing at this moment, but unfortunately, the Marshal does not seem to have such an idea.
"Stop the pursuit. The chaotic star cluster lies ahead. A reckless pursuit could result in heavy losses. Our current objective is to escort the two princes safely back to the capital planet."
This is the most important thing.
Stern of the ship.
"Your Highness—" The safety pod opened with a click, and the female soldier reached out to untie the male insect's restraints, but was pushed away by a pale hand.
Hill was disgusted by the female insect touching him.
He reached out and untied the safety straps, then held onto the hatch and stepped out of the safety cabin.
Sirius and Bright had just come out from inside, looking a little disheveled but not seriously injured.
Hill looked away.
The female officer offered a simple salute and said, "Your Highness, the stern of the starship is not safe. Please move to the central cabin, where Admiral Isidor is in the command center."
Hill nodded slightly without speaking. From the stern to the central cabin, one needed to take an elevator and then walk a short distance.
The silver elevator slowly rose, and when it reached a certain height, Hill saw a half-insect-like insect at the very end of the stern.
His body was covered in black insect armor, and his hideous, broken bone wings were spread out bloodily to the side. He seemed to be in a berserk state, his eyes bloodshot, and he leaned straight against the cold cabin wall. Dozens of female soldiers surrounded him, holding injection needles.
Those powerful bone wings were covered with chains, and the military had its own methods for dealing with the berserk insects.
At that moment, Celt raised his gaze, seemingly looking at the male insect in the rising elevator from afar.
He fell into the mud covered in blood, while the male insect rode a ladder to the top, its body pure white, untouched by the world.
Those scarlet eyes were filled with the shadow of the male insect.
Hill met his gaze, then slowly shifted his eyes from low to high.
He doesn't want to stay stuck in the mire; he wants to get out, move forward, and that's the best thing for him.
The warm light in the central cabin gently enveloped him; there was no bloodshed, no war, and no danger.
"Your Highness, good day." The female insects, dressed in impeccable military uniforms, bowed respectfully to him, even now still covered with everything the male insects liked.
Celtic kept staring at the elevator until it disappeared from sight.
The severely injured female insect stood upright in front of her beloved insect, showing no sign of distress. Only after the insect left did she dare to slowly slide down the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind her.
Hill never turned around to look at him again.
"Your Highness, Celt..." Major General Gust swallowed the words "Marshal," "is currently your female insect, what is your plan for dealing with her?"
This relates to Marshal Celtic's treatment.
Is it his female insect?
Hill lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes concealing all his thoughts, his voice calm and even: "Detained in the punishment room, awaiting the Empire's judgment."
"Immediately initiate a spatial transfer and return to the capital planet."
The situation is urgent; he can only know what to do next by returning to the capital planet and seeing his female and male fathers.
"Yes." Major General Gust paused for a moment before answering. He was Marshal Celtic's confidant, but before this, most of the secret matters were carried out by Dick for the Marshal. He was mainly responsible for the military affairs on the surface, which was an important reason why he was able to escape this predicament.
"Before that, perhaps you should take a look at the Marshal's crimes."
Finally, Gust couldn't help but whisper a suggestion.
Only then will you know what crime he committed.
Hill's light-colored eyes shifted to him, revealing no emotion: "Do I need Major General Gust to teach me what to do now?"
His Highness the male insect was angry. The unwarranted pressure was almost unbearable for Guster. It was hard to imagine that this was the temperament that the little male insect once possessed.
He did indeed successfully advance to S-class.
Gust immediately apologized: "Please forgive my offense."
If you've already decided to kill him, then perhaps not looking at anything is the best option.
Hill watched Major General Gust leave.
What crime did Celtic commit that he was unaware of?
He secretly established a research institute to develop potent inhibitors, kept male larvae as pets before marriage, attempted to murder male larvae, and secretly conducted experiments on larvae. No matter what crime he committed, it would be enough to bring him to eternal damnation.
What other crime could he possibly be charged with?
Author's Note:
Marshal Celtic's greatest sin: when he had a gem in his grasp, he didn't appreciate it.
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