Zerg: Seduction! A brutal and insane female Zerg dotes on me.

Yalta completely dismissed it. Morbis, to put it nicely, was the capital tribe of the Zerg, but the royal family members indulged in pleasure year after year, neglecting the regime.

In recent years, nobles have been restless and private armies have sprung up everywhere. If it weren't for Abital secretly cleaning things up, there would be no Priket family left.

Moreover, he himself is at the very top of power, and Yan Kai is his partner. What glory could he not have?

If there is such a need, then he should be the one to fight for it, rather than receiving it as a gift from another insect.

Yalta took a few steps forward, his expression growing increasingly cold: "Shared honor? Knox's got a dream. He doesn't meet the standards for royal succession, so he wants to find a puppet to manipulate at will?"

Arya gritted his teeth, thinking that this was indeed the toughest nut to crack.

They did intend to use Yan Kai's S-class male insect status to legitimize themselves, but it wasn't as serious as Yalta made it out to be; they just wanted to make it all seem more natural.

Before successfully replicating the mental power, they hadn't considered dragging Yan Kai into this mess. It just so happened that they only wanted to use the insect to create momentum, but the inhibitor actually succeeded.

It's as if even the insect god is protecting them.

Overthrowing the old king's regime is not difficult at the moment, since forging royal bloodlines is a serious crime, and including Pedrak, there is no chance of a comeback.

The biggest problem now is that, besides Knox, there are more than twenty males with inheritance rights, five of whom are also A-grade and ambitious.

Knox has always been an ambitious male insect, and has been secretly cultivating his own power. Currently, more than 50% of the nobles support him, but he is still not as convincing as an S male insect with outstanding contributions.

If Yan Kai can stand on their side, and with the help of inhibitors, they can basically win this game without a fight.

After all, females make up the vast majority of the insects on this planet.

Arya paused for a moment, preparing to continue playing the family card: "Big, big nephew, let me explain."

Yalta snorted coldly, interrupting mercilessly: "This set is enough for one use."

He wouldn't mind helping Alya, after all, they were still connected even if they were separated by blood, but when it came to Yan Kai, there was basically no need to discuss it.

impossible.

Alya was just an ordinary A-grade female insect, and enduring for two minutes was already her limit. She opened her mouth and took a few deep breaths, but there was no relief. Instead, she felt even more suffocated and could only wave her hand in surrender: "Okay, okay, let's stop for now."

Yalta remained expressionless, his eyes fixed on him, his demeanor ambiguous: "Arya, if you still want my support, give up on that idea now."

Yan Kai glanced at Alya and Harvick, who were about to fall to the ground, and went to their aid.

"Listen first, then make a decision."

Yalta frowned in displeasure: "You want to help them?"

Yan Kai shook his head: "What happens to them is none of my business. I'm just worried about you."

Whether he gets involved or not, Yalta will definitely get involved in this mess.

They might not mind starting a war, but Yan Kai was worried; any fighting would inevitably result in death. But if Alya and his group had a better way to simplify things, why not?

Yalta withdrew his oppressive aura, a hint of anger appearing on his face: "You don't trust me?"

Yan Kai let out a confused "Ah!" and two question marks appeared on his forehead.

I really want to take apart this female insect's brain to see what's inside...

Was their conversation about distrust?

"Of course I trust you."

"You're afraid I'll lose the battle."

Yan Kai sighed, "What nonsense are you talking about? I was worried you'd get hurt."

Yalta stared at him with a hint of skepticism for a few seconds: "Sometimes scars are a warrior's honor."

Yan Kai thought for a moment and explained, "Yalta, you're not an insect anymore. My feelings are the same as yours—that you don't want me to participate in Alya's plans."

Having something to worry about is like having a weakness; he didn't want the two of them to live in an era of war and conflict.

Seeing that Yan Kai's attitude was neutral, Alya immediately seized the opportunity: "Yalta, it is true that Yan Kai has helped a lot. He deserves all of these things. Knox and I never intended to use him as a puppet. We just wanted to take advantage of this decision-making council. Believe me, once the situation stabilizes, you can leave at any time."

Yan Kai glanced at Yalta, pondered for a moment, then turned to Alya and asked, "Wouldn't this prevent us from starting a war?"

Alya straightened his back, his face more serious than ever before: "Of course, as long as we release your S-class male insect identity along with the news of the new inhibitor, Knox will basically be able to secure that position."

Yan Kai grabbed the female insect's hand and, before he could refuse, spoke first: "Sure, just let me know what you need me to do, but you can't give me anything I'm owed."

Since he needs to put in the effort, he should naturally be paid accordingly.

Regardless of how much prestige the title of Duke of Morbis held, it was better than nothing, since in this place, class represented everything.

Yalta never expected him to agree. He suddenly exerted force in his hand and shouted in a restrained low voice, "Yan Kai!"

“Yalta,” Yan Kai patted the female insect’s hand reassuringly, having his own considerations, and said firmly, “Trust me.”

Yalta did not back down: "I don't want you to take risks."

Yan Kai released his clasped hands, walked up to him, and gave him a simple Zerg salute. His tone was relaxed and confident: "This is our first time fighting side by side. Please give me your guidance."

Yalta's lips were pressed tightly together; looking at the male insect, she couldn't utter a single word of refusal...