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

When Knox appeared at the altar, the once noisy square fell silent. All the insects turned to look at him, their faces filled with obvious confusion.

They were no strangers to the male insects of the Prisket royal family, but they didn't know why he was here today.

Such a ceremony should ideally be presided over by the King or the next successor. However, the old King and Pedrak are currently on trial, and the palace has not released any clear information to reconfirm the crown prince. Therefore, under these circumstances, the cabinet should temporarily preside over the ceremony.

Strictly speaking, even if Knox is a male, he is not qualified to stand in that position.

"Your Highness Knox, today is Morbis's most important annual ceremony. Even if you are of noble status, it would be inappropriate for you to appear on the stage so abruptly."

The Spring Festival was held inside the royal palace, and ordinary insects were not allowed to enter. They could only watch the live broadcast on the StarNet. Those present were either rich or noble.

The speaker was Duke Fira, the current head of the Sepisula family, one of the oldest noble families in Morbis.

His history is almost as long as Priscilla Chancellor's; he was among the first cabinet ministers and currently holds several important positions in the palace. He is conservative in his actions and old-fashioned in his thinking, and has always maintained a neutral stance on the matter of choosing a new crown prince.

"Duke Fira, you are mistaken. Look closely, Lord Knox is standing next to cabinet ministers."

"Ha—who doesn't know that your Casellava family is part of the Knox faction? What? The old King Worm just had some trouble, and you can't sit still anymore? Does that mean the Caesarput royal family can disregard ancestral rules and do whatever they want?"

“Duke Fira, please calm down. His Highness Knox was already on the list of successors to the throne. Since the cabinet members allowed His Highness to appear on the podium, they must have their reasons. Besides, I am just an outsider with no decision-making power. You are really exaggerating.”

Fira was clearly unimpressed, and snorted coldly: "Let's see what tricks you're planning. If you dare to use any underhanded tactics under my nose, my Sebisula family will never let this go."

The subject bowed his head, gave a respectful bow, said nothing more, returned to his seat, and revealed a faint smile.

These pedantic old ministers...

Morbis—

The weather is about to change.

Knox stood on high, his back ramrod straight, a familiar smile on his face, appearing gentle and harmless, but in reality, he harbored sharp claws.

He raised his hand, placed it against his chest, and solemnly proclaimed, "May the Insect God bless you, and may Morbis prosper forever!"

Even if the insects in the audience had doubts, they had no choice but to bow and pay their respects at this moment.

Knox gazed intently at the insects below the stage, a triumphant smile on his face. He lowered his hand and continued, "You must all be very curious as to why I am standing here. I will now answer your questions one by one."

Knox stepped aside, pointed to the large screen, and the image immediately switched to Wendell.

"Good day, everyone. I am Wendell."

The female insect didn't say much. After greeting everyone, she started operating the projected computer, opening up data files and creating a three-dimensional data display that was simple and easy to understand.

After the data presentation by Wender and others ended, he held up the new inhibitor to the screen and explained earnestly: "This is a new version of the inhibitor that can neutralize the hormones secreted during the fever period at its source, thereby playing an inhibitory role. No side effects have been found so far."

"By the God of Insects! Are you sure I didn't hear wrong? The new inhibitor can solve the fever phase at its root?"

"Insect droppings! I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe it either. I wouldn't even dare to dream of such a good thing."

"No, no, no, everyone, I am a medical enthusiast. This data is absolutely genuine. There are no problems with the gene sequences on it."

"If even S-grade male insects are fake, what else can't be faked?"

"Exactly, I'm starting to doubt whether S-class male insects ever really existed in Morbis."

In the Zerg race, any tribe would be incredibly proud to have an S-rank male Zergling.

Morbis was able to remain a central city because of the pure bloodline of the Priscillac royal family, but unfortunately, it has now become a joke.

Knox listened to the lively discussion below the stage, waved to the camera, and the scene immediately switched from the laboratory to the backstage conference room, where Yan Kai was sitting.

Knox nodded to Yan Kai and introduced him to the insects: "The male insect in the lens is named Yan Kai, a genuine S-class male insect, and the male master of my nephew, the female queen. The reason why our two experiments were successful this time is due to his selfless dedication. He not only provided blood samples but also spiritual power. I sincerely express my gratitude and will grant him a title and honors."

Meanwhile, following evaluation by the cabinet ministers, I am appointed as the new Insect King for my outstanding contributions to the research and development, effective today. Yan Kai, as my nephew's lord, will also be formally incorporated into the Prisket royal family as a member.

Do the Zerg really care about bloodlines?

No.

All they cared about was whether the 'S-class male insect' still existed in the royal family.

meeting room.

Yan Kai crossed his legs, his eyes were cold, and he exuded a dangerous aura.

They didn't mention this part at the beginning. Who agreed to include them in their family tree?

* *

Yalta, relying on clues from his undercover agents, tracked them down and actually discovered some information about the Abital family.

Tokar stared at the metal contraptions in the underground palace, utterly bewildered: "What are all these things?"

Yalta fired several shots at the massive cylindrical nutrient tank in the center, a cool smile playing on his lips: "Tsk, you kept it a secret well..."

Tokar: "What did you say?"

"go back."

"Aren't you looking for it?"

“I know he’s there.”

"where?"

Yalta glanced at him: "Think for yourself."

Tokar: ? ? ?

If I knew the answer, would I be asking you?!