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

Cartel was a man of action; before coming, he had already reported the whole story of the Insect King's incident and confirmed the meeting time.

After the group of insects disembarked from the spaceship, before they could even take in the prosperity of Morbis, they were urged by Carter to board the small aircraft that had been waiting nearby.

"The meeting is scheduled for 1 p.m., and envoys from other tribes will also participate, in addition to His Majesty the King."

"Ah."

Yalta said nothing and sat down with Carter.

Tokar didn't want to be with that pretentious big female insect, so he sat in a plane behind him with his confidants, while Della shook her head and followed him.

Morbis is the center of the entire Zerg continent and has the largest area. Perhaps for this reason, both the roads and transportation facilities here are quite spacious.

Tokar glanced back at the female soldiers crammed into the second carriage, pulled the curtain shut to separate the two sides, and tugged at his thin shirt. Even though the aircraft was air-conditioned, he was still covered in a light sweat: "It's really hot here."

It was summer in Morbis, and the temperature was extremely high. The insects from the far north, with their internal fire, were better suited to cold places. Now, with the double heat, the insect was both hot and sticky.

Because of his physical condition, Della was prone to feeling cold. He didn't feel particularly hot, but he only had one thin bone in his leg. When using the metal prosthetic leg, he had to wear a leg cover, which was very thick and not breathable. It was itching in waves, and he was scratching his ears and cheeks in discomfort. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and loosened the buckle. The coolness seeped in and relieved the discomfort a little.

"I feel so stuffy."

Tokar turned the aircraft's cooling system to maximum and said irritably, "I told you not to come, but you wouldn't listen."

"We can't let a mere insect benefit from a publicly funded trip."

"Pah, they're just bored and have nothing better to do than suffer."

Della glanced at the driver in front and made two gestures to Tokar.

The return flight has been contacted; it will depart immediately if any abnormalities are detected.

Tokar nodded and pointed to his personal computer, which was also ready.

The far north had many enemies in the past, and its relations with neighboring planets were also very strained. After Yalta came to power, in addition to implementing new policies, he overturned the harsh tax laws on neighboring planets and proposed to stop the war with hostile planets. Of course, this was initially opposed by many generals, but after several meetings, a vote was finally taken to negotiate peace. Diplomats were sent to conduct effective negotiations in the hope of establishing friendly relations.

The current trend is positive, with most planets expressing their willingness to coexist peacefully. However, there are always troublemakers everywhere, and one planet has declared its intention to fight against the far north to the end, which the other planets have also readily accepted.

The trip was rushed, and according to information gathered by the border guards, spies appeared no sooner than they left. Regardless of what the "King Worm" really meant, these enemies were likely to have set up ambushes along the way, so Tokar had to be on high alert.

About ten minutes later, they arrived safely at Tukari Palace, a luxurious palace with a high level of technology.

After Carter verified his identity with the guards, the huge black and gold carved iron gate opened automatically, revealing a solemn and majestic sculpture of the Insect God standing in the middle of a white jade fountain, with the sound of flowing water and rare flowers surrounding it. The wide road was lined with neatly trimmed green shrubs, and in the middle was a silver-gray conveyor belt that seemed to stretch endlessly.

A line of insects stepped onto the conveyor belt, which had been stationary, and it slowly moved, soon arriving at the main palace.

Yalta glanced around at his surroundings; there were guards every three steps, and the security was tight.

Cartel led them to the council chamber, where the King Worm Priscilla Layton and the tribal envoys had been waiting for some time.

"Your Majesty, the current leader of Longkoda, Alex Yalta, has arrived."

"And I seem to recall that the former leader's surname was also Alex?"

The Insect King was over two hundred and ten years old. He sat in the main seat with his back straight and looked quite energetic. This lifespan was quite long among the male insects.

Yalta stepped forward and bowed to Longkoda: "Greetings, Your Majesty the King. The former leader was my father."

"To kill one's father and seize power is truly foolish and barbaric."

The envoy from the south made no attempt to hide the disdain on his face.

The news of the massacre of male insects in the far north had already spread. This place was extremely isolated in the past, and any rumors that occasionally came out were of brutality and cruelty. Now that such an outrageous thing has happened, it has further confirmed that those rumors were true.

Tokar glared at him, and the other man snorted coldly, his expression becoming even more provocative. The other tribes remained silent, but their expressions were mostly similar.

An inexplicable anger rose within him. These insects clearly knew nothing, yet they were spouting such sarcastic remarks.

"Everyone, please don't jump to conclusions before you've figured out the whole story."

“Even if the male insect has committed a grave error, you have no right to kill him without authorization. According to the proper procedure, it must be reported to the Morbis Trial and executed only after all tribes have voted on it. This is a rule that was established on the insectoid continent ten thousand years ago!”

Tokar scoffed.

The far north is not isolated from the world, but rather a place where information travels slowly. How could Morbis not know their current situation?

Rather, it's more accurate to say that they deliberately condoned such crimes, forcing them to resist.

Yalta raised his hand to stop Tokar, who wanted to continue arguing, and looked up to meet the Insect King's gaze, his attitude upright: "This is the list of male insects who have been tried and a detailed account of the crimes they committed. Please take a look, Insect King."

"bring here."

The servant standing beside him took it from Yalta and handed it over.

“We did not kill any male insects by mistake. Every record on the list has solid evidence. Killing them was the wish of the insect people in the far north. Even according to the laws of Morbis, they could be tried a hundred times.”

The Insect King turned the pages extremely slowly, but his face remained expressionless, neither sad nor happy.

Tokar frowned, looking inexplicably uneasy.

For decades, Morbis has been vigorously promoting equal rights for female insects, but upon closer examination, the welfare of male insects is far greater than that of female insects. In essence, they still respect male insects, they just make it look better on the surface. Therefore, he has deep doubts about whether the insect king can view this matter correctly.

Yalta, unusually patient, stood quietly, neither humble nor arrogant.

The council chamber fell silent. The tribal envoys looked at each other, and since the Insect King did not speak, they could only wait.

After a long silence, the Insect King suddenly slammed the dossier shut, raised his hand to press the tip of his nose, as if he were exhausted. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke: "I am old and my energy can no longer keep up. The case is lengthy, so I will make a decision after I have read it carefully. Chief Yalta came in a hurry today and must be tired. Let the palace servants take you to your lodgings to rest for a while. Later, my son will host a welcome dinner for you at the palace."

Yalta gave an almost imperceptible smile, as if he had already anticipated the outcome, and offered no objection: "Thank you, Your Majesty. We shall take our leave now."

The Insect King, supported by his attendants, stood up and waved his hand, saying, "All of you, step back, step back..."

The tribal envoys had doubts, but as the oldest historical lineage, Priskate held absolute sway over the Zerg continent, and they were powerless to resist, so they could only give up.

The palace attendants arranged for them to stay in the living room on the south side of the palace, a separate villa with all the necessary facilities.

"Sirs, if you have any instructions, just ring the bell."

"Thank you."

Della glanced at the two expressionless insects beside her and nodded to the palace attendant.

"Subordinates retire."

The palace attendant went out and considerately closed the door behind him.

Della's legs were already numb from standing, so she quickly found a chair and sat down: "You only realize how good other places are when you're outside, no matter how much they're praised."

After speaking, he unfastened the buckle and moved the prosthetic limbs to the side. The leg sleeves covering the stumps were already soaked with sweat.

Seeing his miserable state, Tokar quickly turned on the cooling system, then asked Yalta in confusion, "What is the Insect King's purpose in leaving us here?"

Dela's face fell: "What else could it be? To have his ministers find some faults to punish us."

“What good will it do them?”

"Hey bro, what's wrong with your brain right now? The male insects in the far north used to be arrogant and uncooperative. Now that it's Yalta, with his personality, he'll only be more uncooperative. The tribes seem peaceful on the surface, but there are undercurrents running deep. The insect continent has been divided for ten thousand years; who knows, some of them might be harboring thoughts of unification..."

Della spoke softer and softer, and she already knew what she was about to say.

Tokar asked Yalta, "What are your plans?"

The female insect remained completely detached, not listening to what he was saying at all, and put away her personal terminal: "I'm going out for a bit."

Tokar quickly grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"Something happened."

After saying that, he broke free from her arm and walked away quickly without looking back.

Tokar slammed the door shut: "This is insane! I've been worried sick here, and he's acting like he's on vacation!"

Della poured a glass of water and said, "Yalta isn't a timid insect; just relax."

"Ah--"

Tokar downed the whole thing in one gulp, thinking to himself that the female insect had no sense of propriety and was completely love-struck!

He knows perfectly well who to go to!

Ada!

Meanwhile, far away in Lonkorda, Nolan was figuring out how to safely cross the far north sea...

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Yalta just borrowed a flying vehicle from Carter. Although Yan Kai's place is remote, it's not hard to find. The surrounding environment is quite nice, quiet and peaceful. Sure enough, male insects are never treated badly, no matter where they are.

After parking the aircraft and walking to the villa entrance, my steps inexplicably became heavy.

I couldn't wait to see it when I couldn't, but now that the insect is so close, I feel endless fear.

Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, Yalta repeatedly reminded herself that no matter what happened after they met, she had to control her temper.

Don't get angry; be patient.

Finally, he clenched his fist and walked in slowly but firmly.

A short while later, he stopped in front of a building, standing ramrod straight, his curled fingers betraying his restraint and nervousness.

I looked up to confirm the address again—Building 8, no mistake. I glanced inside again; the door was tightly shut, and the curtains weren't drawn. He was probably still resting...

Just as I was hesitating whether to ring the bell, the door was suddenly opened.

He gazed greedily at the male insect he hadn't seen in so long, his heart pounding uncontrollably. A smile had just spread across his face as he prepared to approach when another one emerged from behind him...

Yalta narrowed his eyes, his expression turning sinister and terrifying in an instant.

Female insect.