Chapter 70
Hill's gaze was chilling, creeping across Celt's face like an icy snake, trying to catch any change in his emotions, while his smile widened slightly.
"Disappointed, Marshal Celtic? Hmm?"
He already had the Pochig Barrier, which is equivalent to a crippled Zerg in the Zerg race. Only his disguised S-level pheromones made the Zerg flock to him. But now the truth has been revealed, and even his level is fake.
He's just a crippled, low-ranking male beetle who's good for his stomach. What will Celtic do?
For the sake of the position of Insect Emperor, she could endure Sirius's disdain and indifference, and after losing her position as the Queen of Sirius, she could abandon her dignity, turn around and kneel before him to beg for forgiveness.
This female insect is ruthless and unscrupulous in her pursuit of power and status, but now all her dreams are about to be shattered. What will she do?
Anger? Hatred? Or a desire to kill him?
Hill was already looking forward to Celtic's expression, which gave him a sense of vengeful pleasure, as he had personally shattered Celtic's dreams of power.
But Celtic simply took his hand in his and asked in a deep voice, "How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?"
The male insect's skin was also fragile. When the reins were released, they left a bloody mark. All the insects were concerned about his life and didn't have time to treat his broken palm. Celt held his hand in his palm and frowned.
He was heartbroken.
There was no disdain, no pain; he only cared about his body.
What superb acting skills! There wasn't a single flaw to be found.
For a moment, Hill's expression almost shattered. He swallowed hard, slowly withdrew his hand, seemingly unable to withstand the heat of Celt's palm, and said coldly, "Stop putting on airs, Marshal."
I will never believe your lies again.
The handsome male insect's expression gradually turned cold: "I am not an S-class male insect, and I cannot quell your mental rage. Now that you know the truth, you can get lost."
The male insect who uttered these words seemed like a scumbag insect that had been played with and discarded at will. A hint of sarcasm appeared on his delicate face as he withdrew his hand from Celt's palm and looked calmly out the window.
“Sirius is right outside the door. Even if he is not the queen, but just a servant, you can still live.”
With Celtic's methods, he could certainly get Isidore to reasonably relinquish the position of Queen.
No one knew that Hill's clenched hand held the keypad button in his palm; if Celt uttered that answer, he would make him suffer a horrible death.
His expression remained gentle, even tender, with a hint of sarcasm, as he said, word by word: "Marshal Celt, I don't need one of your insects."
Even if a male insect fails to advance to the next level (A-grade), countless female insects will still flock to him. Even after Celt leaves, countless female insects will still kneel at his feet, begging for his mercy.
But he will definitely kill him, he definitely will.
Time passed second by second, and life seemed to have never been so long. Celt slowly stood up, his military boots tapping the ground. The tall female insect cast a shadow, and Hill's hands clenched tightly inside her soft sleeves.
At that moment, he almost wanted to laugh out loud.
Just as expected, it has always been so.
The answer is never anything special; Celtic is that kind of worm, so of course he'll choose not to take any risks at all.
At that moment, Hill couldn't tell whether he felt despair or relief, hatred or emptiness; his hands were clenched so tightly they were almost giving way.
The tall female insect did not leave, but instead placed her hands on the top of the wicker chair, looking down at him. When Hill looked up, he could see that her cold, gray eyes were completely focused on him alone.
Hill neither retreated nor avoided them, but met their gazes with a cold smile.
"I said I was willing to give you everything." His voice was hoarse but sincere, and he spoke slowly, as if every word carried extraordinary power.
"Of course, that includes my life."
A hot hand grasped Hill's hand and placed it in its own palm; it was a vibrant, life-filled heart beating vigorously beneath Hill's palm.
"You don't need me, a female insect, but I need you."
"In this life, I will only ever be your female insect."
"The medical bug told me that you still have one more chance to advance to the next level."
Sirius used his pheromones to help him maintain his level, preventing him from dropping and extending his lifespan, giving him a second chance to advance.
As expected, the reason he chose to stay was simply because he still had a chance to successfully advance to become an S-class male insect.
He suddenly reached into his pocket and took out a small ring. It was a plain band, because Hill disliked heavy decorations. It was made of some kind of very light material and had no weight at all.
No longer according to Celtic aesthetics, this time it was entirely Hill's aesthetics. At some point, he seemed to understand what kind of gifts Hill liked, what kind of food he would like, what kind of scenery he would like. Everything about Hill was engraved in his heart.
Celtic cupped Hill's right hand in one hand and kissed his palm.
"The higher the level of the female insect, the greater the chance of her assisting you in advancing to the next level," the ring slowly slipped onto the male insect's slender finger. Celt lowered his head, kissed him through the ring, and solemnly raised his eyes.
"Please allow me to serve you, okay?"
He was proposing to Hilgard.
The scene that I had only dreamed of countless times now seemed so ridiculous when it finally arrived.
This powerful and agile beast was finally captured by him and would never bare its sharp fangs at him again.
They'll risk everything for power and status.
In any case, he's got him hooked.
Hill didn't answer him directly, but asked softly, seemingly very considerate of Celt: "Even if I have the Pochi obstacle, I might fail to advance, or even be unqualified to become the Insect Emperor?"
Even if I lie to you?
"Marshal Celtic, you only have one chance, so you'd better think it over."
His words were pushing Celtic away inch by inch.
Suddenly, Celt reached out and picked up the male insect. The sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air made Hill nervous. His long silver hair fluttered as Celt carried him step by step toward the balcony.
Before anyone knew it, the outside was filled with spaceships. The huge starships were a cold, silvery white, and the beautifully wrapped gifts filled the entire manor in a short time.
There were books that Hill liked to read, games he used to enjoy, works of art he had glanced at, and clothes and accessories that Celt thought male insects would like—the list goes on and on, filling every inch of the space within sight.
Large swaths of sunlight streamed down from the sky, rendering everything as if it were a beautiful dream.
Only Celtic's voice remained clear: "I've thought it through a long time ago."
This was a grand proposal, without any haste or compromise. Celt arranged all the rituals and solemnities that a male insect should have. The only regret was that it came too quickly, and too many insects were unable to participate.
In the past few hours, Celtic had quickly arranged the proposal, as Hill's condition could not be delayed any longer.
Hill reached out and stroked Celt's face as if in recognition, a slight smile appearing on his face: "I agree."
I grant your ambition, your desire, because I need the strongest insect as a tool.
Simply because I need it.
Celt watched him quietly. For a moment, Hill seemed to glimpse sadness in those cold eyes, but of course it was an illusion; it was only the female's desire for power that was within reach.
Celtic looked at the proposal as if he were watching his own wedding with Hill, and he knew very well that he might never see that day again.
——
The gloomy and damp prison was filled with the constant sounds of whipping and electric shocks, and screams could be heard from time to time, making it extremely eerie.
A female insect, stripped of its military uniform, had just endured a shock. Its strong chest heaved with labored breathing, and one of its electronic eyes, now devoid of power, stared coldly ahead.
“Celt, you…you’re truly loyal, all for Prince Hilgard, heh heh…”
Marshal Celt meticulously washed the blood off his hands. Baxter was brought before a military court for murdering a male insect, and with Celt's intervention and the consent of all the insects in the StarNet, he was sentenced to death.
The date is three days from now.
Before that, he needed to be imprisoned and subjected to electric shocks and whippings, which Celtic chose to do himself.
Hill was confined to a sterile environment from a young age and had a natural longing for the outside world. Baxter took advantage of this longing, enticing Hill to try riding a horse and then attempting to gain Hill's favor by causing an accident with the horse.
This accelerated Hill's illness; he should have died a thousand times over.
"You and I are the same. We, cough cough, we were in the same batch of military academy students, right? I remember you were the top student back then, a marshal. It wasn't easy to climb to your current position, was it?"
"Ha, I'm about to have a mental breakdown, so I have to take this risk. You must be having an even worse time than me, Marshal?"
"Cough cough," he coughed up a mouthful of blood, "After all, your level is higher than mine, your situation... your situation should be worse, right?"
"I heard from the Guardian Bugs that you gained Hilgard's favor by taking advantage of the opportunity I created? You should thank me, shouldn't you?"
"Ha, what a pity, cough cough, what a pity—"
Celt, who was about to leave after the execution, suddenly stopped, his hawk-like eyes pressing heavily on Baxter's shoulder: "What a pity?"
Baxter grinned, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "I...I've learned a secret about Hilgard. You, cough cough, let me go, and I'll tell you, okay?"
"Ahem, I guarantee this is absolutely a secret worth buying, otherwise you'll regret it for the rest of your life..."
“Is that so?” Celt approached Baxter, who was huddled in the corner, step by step. The female insect looked at Celt with a mocking expression, as if she were looking at a pitiful creature.
Look, what a pitiful female insect.
After going to great lengths to obtain a Grade A male insect, I was deceived and fooled. Even if I managed to snatch the male insect, I still couldn't escape the fate of death.
Before the mockery in his eyes had fully dissipated, a large hand suddenly gripped his neck, the air seemed to be sucked away, and he was lifted up by Celt with one hand around his neck.
Baxter's eyes widened in terror, his hands gripping Celt's hands tightly as he tried to save himself, but the insect claws on his neck were as hard as steel and impossible to budge.
"You...you don't want to know...the secret—"
You will regret it later.
His cold eyes remained unmoved. Suddenly, his claws tightened, and with a snap, the female insect's neck was brutally broken.
Before life faded, Baxter uttered a venomous curse: "You will die."
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