Chapter 88
"I've heard that His Highness Hilgard will be selecting a group of female insects to serve him?"
The military headquarters was in the process of changing shifts, and the female soldiers, though in a hurry, couldn't help but whisper among themselves to their colleagues.
"The male insect protection association simply can't block them all. It's said that relevant parties have tested the videos and confirmed their authenticity."
"Even if the official test report is issued, it will be questioned as being fake. Only His Highness Hilgard can personally debunk the rumors now."
Female insects suffer from severe mental disturbances. Female insects that have been pampered and nurtured by male insects will experience significant mental relief and become imbued with the scent of male insect pheromones. This is the only way that cannot be faked and can prove that His Highness Hilgard is normal.
"His Highness Hilgard is so high-profile, there shouldn't be any problems in that area?" The female insect was very concerned about this.
Hilgard Sirius and Nathaniel are currently at war; they can fight for male bugs, but not for a male bug that provides nutrition.
"Who knows? But those female insects that win the favor of the males will probably become Hilgard's female servants, right? I'm so envious."
"She might even become a queen."
"The female ruler must be Marshal Celt, right?" The female warrior subconsciously glanced back. Within the imposing fortress, an energy wall crackling with electricity stood, making the prison resemble an iron tower.
Whether the marshal's crimes can be recounted is another matter entirely—
Before the female soldier could finish speaking, a tall and slender female insect emerged from around the corner and coldly said, "Lingering without cause and being lazy in military discipline will result in the deduction of one contribution point per insect, and an additional 200 star hours of training in the training room."
"Major General Gust!" The female soldier knelt down and saluted, inwardly groaning, but she managed to suppress her anger in the face of the major general's cold expression.
Gust walked heavily into the underground prison.
"How is the Marshal?"
The female officer in charge of the testing frowned and shook her head: "The situation is very bad. The Marshal's waking hours have dropped from seven stars to four stars each day, and he can only wake up when given an electric shock. Without pheromones, I suspect the Marshal will—"
Completely out of control and transformed into a beast with no way back, becoming a mindless monster no different from the Star Beast, and then, it can only be killed.
It's impossible to release a 3S-level out-of-control female insect. Even if the entire base is destroyed, it will be blown up before he can break through.
Gust pressed his lips together and waited outside the cell. Half an hour later, after a violent electric shock, a pair of scarlet pupils opened in the silent darkness, and a faint glimmer of reason appeared.
Celtic was in a rare moment of lucidity.
“Marshal.” Gust stepped forward and saw the once invincible female insect, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"How is the battle going?" The female insect in the darkness had a rugged outline, which meant that most of her body had been completely transformed into an insect.
“Isidore has temporarily stabilized the front line, and Dike has helped him set up the defenses to atone for his crimes. So far, they have not been breached,” Gust’s voice was hoarse, as if he wanted to say something but found it difficult to speak.
Celtic keenly sensed his hesitation and coldly commanded, "Speak."
Even though he was covered in wounds and looked disheveled, he still exuded an imposing aura. The immense pressure was too much for Gust to handle. He lowered his head and swallowed hard: "Your Highness Hilgard is preparing to take another concubine."
Perhaps Dick is right. You shouldn't get caught up in the male insect's cage, automatically putting the noose around your neck. The ultimate fate of chasing male insects is the same, even for Marshal Celtic.
As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness. The violent and gloomy emotions almost materialized the pheromones, and the pervasive gray mist surged from the ground to the surface in an instant, enveloping everything in the smoke of slaughter.
"Beep beep—beep beep—"
"The Marshal's insectization is intensifying! He's on the verge of complete insectization—"
He lost control—
All the female insects that were testing and stationed there tried to flee in panic, but the moment they tried to stand up, they collapsed to the ground, no longer able to activate their weapons. This terrifying pressure of killing chilled the insects to the bone; they knew clearly that if they resisted, death would come at any moment.
Gust, who was closest to Celtic, didn't have time to leave. He felt as if the insect was being strangled, making it hard to breathe.
He opened his eyes wide and watched as the ferocious and powerful female insect in the darkness slowly stood up, her voice deep and hoarse.
"What did you say?"
——
It was drizzling at the royal palace today, which indicated that His Highness Hildegard was not in a good mood.
The light rain pattered against the windowsill, wetting the newly opened white flowers. Hill, dressed only in a white soft robe, closed her eyes slightly and raised her chin gently.
At his feet was a slender, well-proportioned noblewoman, kneeling on the ground, reverently kissing the male insect's calves.
Through a thin layer of clothing, tender kisses began on the calves and moved upwards, kissing the slightly bent knees, kissing the sensitive heels, and finally climbing to the most important place.
The female insect was not without trepidation at being given this opportunity, amidst numerous rumors and gossip. But at the same time, it was also a smooth path to success.
He rubbed his cheek against the ground, skillfully and meticulously following the steps in the female insect manual, but there was no significant change in the process.
Perhaps because she was too conservative, the female insect boldly placed her hands on the male insect's waist, preparing for close contact.
Hill's clothes were soft and precious; with just a gentle pull, the entire white robe fell smoothly off, revealing his snow-white shoulders and neck.
In that instant, Hill raised his hand, seemingly wanting to stop her, or perhaps wanting to place it on the female insect's head.
Male insects are all like this; he should have given up his unrealistic fantasies long ago and accepted the service of various female insects as readily as Sirius.
With his eyes closed, in that moment of hesitation between acceptance and rejection, a cracking sound seemed to tear the whole world apart.
Hill's eyelashes trembled, and her azure eyes snapped open.
The shards of glass and the hole in the window prevented him from seeing the sky and the scenery outside. The gust of wind whipped up the male insect's long, silvery hair, which was the only thing covering his body.
He saw a monster.
Yes, it was a complete monster.
Its outstretched bone wings are over five meters long, and its jet-black insect armor even covers its cheeks. Its scarlet pupils exude a beastly ferocity, and it is powerful, decisive, and in control of everything.
The insect claws, completely covered in insect armor, were like the sharpest weapons in the universe. They easily broke through the window frame, grabbed the female insect still kneeling on the ground, and slammed her hard into the wall.
The female insect, whose combat power level was S, was embedded in the wall before it could even react, spitting out a mouthful of blood, its fate unknown.
The female insect he disliked, which was touching him, was dealt with so easily, in less than a second.
Hill recognized him by just a pair of eyes; those were eyes he had gazed at countless days and nights, etched in his heart, never to be forgotten.
He is Celtic.
It's unbelievable that he managed to break through such a tightly secured underground prison.
Is he here to take revenge on me? Because he hates me and wants to get back at me? To destroy everything I've fought for all these years? Or is he here to get back at me for betraying my sincere feelings for him? To cruelly abandon me the moment he gets what he wants?
To leave him with nothing?
In that instant, Hill thought of many things. Did he hate himself? Just like the hatred he felt for him before his death on Dicas six months ago, wishing he could tear him to pieces.
The handsome male insect tilted its head slightly, its tone even carrying a faint hint of amusement: "Are you going to kill me?"
Celt raised his insect claws, sharp enough to tear him to shreds at any moment.
“Hill—”
Sirius, who heard the alarm, was the first to rush in, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw what he saw.
No insect could resist trembling with fear upon seeing this monster; the female insect guards almost collapsed to their knees in terror.
The sheer amount of blood and carnage emanating from this insect was overwhelming, making it hard for the insect to breathe. Its knees trembled, and it seemed to want to submit rather than attack. No insect could stop it.
At that moment, the female insect was extending its claws toward Hill, and a flash of inspiration struck Sirius.
“He has a suppression ring, Hill, kill him—”
When the semi-out-of-control female insect was transported back to the capital planet, a suppression ring was custom-made for her. At this moment, the black suppression ring still exists around the female insect's neck, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Hill held the switch to the suppression ring. He seemed to have just remembered it. The quantum computer appeared at his fingertips, and his slender fingers pressed it down without hesitation after only a brief pause.
Meanwhile, Major General Gusteau, who had arrived a step later, finally caught up. He came through the broken window and shouted, disregarding his image, "Wait! Your Highness—"
However, he was still a step too slow. That second was both so long and so fast that it didn't allow any insect to say or hear a single word more.
A cold, intense electric current, like a serpentine snake, spread across the entire female insect. The powerful female insect's neck veins bulged, blood gushed out, and every inch of its muscles and bones emitted a creaking sound as if it were about to crack.
But he did not retract his insect claws.
Do you want to die together with them?
Do you hate me that much?
Hill wanted to laugh, but felt a strange sourness rising in her throat. Actually, it wouldn't be so bad to die together, would it?
Celtic, you won't get away with killing me either! I'll drag you down to hell with me.
Hill gritted his teeth and pressed down without hesitation.
The electric current nearly split the female insect apart. Even the insect armor, which was so tough that even annihilation-level weapons could hardly break through, began to crack. Its jet-black insect claws finally slowly made contact with Hill. In the instant that Sirius lost control and lost his voice, Hill still did not close his eyes.
Even if he were to die, he stubbornly insisted on watching Celt kill him with his own eyes, his eyes even welling up with tears, as if he were aggrieved.
But instead of the pain he expected, he only felt a cool, bloody sensation, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.
Hill's thin robe was pulled up to cover his body and block out the slight chill of the spring day.
The ferocious female insect suddenly knelt on one knee, and blood rained down like a waterfall.
For a moment, Hill didn't react. The world was so quiet, and he had a momentary ringing in his ears before he heard Gust's desperate cries.
"The Marshal has insect eggs—"
According to imperial law, no matter how serious the crime, insects with eggs will be exempt from punishment until the eggs are hatched.
Hill's hand, which was pressed down tightly, suddenly froze. He tried to move it away, but for a moment he couldn't move his fingers. He had used too much force, and he had wanted to die with Celt so badly that his fingers couldn't bend or straighten.
The world was too quiet. He moved his gaze inch by inch as hot blood dripped onto his bare instep.
It's so hot, so hot!
Author's Note:
Even without the "raising a child" mentality, Baby Hill will always be pampered. [starry-eyed]
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