StarCraft: Everyone wants the Queen

When Saenster carried Shen Qingqing out, the transport ship was ready and waiting for Michelle's order to sail to Wangxing.

Of course, because her legs were too weak, Shen Qingqing only let Saenster come in to help after she had taken a bath and wrapped herself up tightly in a towel.

Actually, she wasn't embarrassed at all, it's just...

That man's pectoral muscles are really big...

Meanwhile, Michelle, gritting her teeth, wished she could slap herself twice on the spot.

How could he forget that Sarnster was known for his iron-blooded and cold demeanor, and that there were quite a few female insects on Wangxing who were attracted to him?

Although he doesn't belong to the same style as the mainstream ornate and noble male insects among females, he still has many suitors.

It only goes from Wangxing to the Alpha Galaxy, and incidentally circles the Xuanbing Galaxy two or three times.

Michelle has no shortage of suitors!

His bulging pectoral muscles almost burst out from the unbuttoned collar of his black military uniform, while the well-tailored, fitted clothing around his waist and abdomen perfectly hugged his body's curves. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist perfectly described Saenster.

His fair complexion, in particular, was the envy of countless Zerg.

Although the empire has been waging wars in other star systems for many years, the dense cosmic rays in the universe and the intense light environment of special planets have not left any marks on him. On the contrary, they have nurtured him into a fair-skinned, healthy man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

This is another reason why Michelle dislikes Sarnster.

He's more handsome than me.

He bet he wasn't upset because the other man was far more physically capable than him.

Absolutely not!

Sure enough, the instant Saenster turned past Michelle, he received two sharp glares.

If it weren't for the aristocratic upbringing he received from childhood, Michelle would have sliced ​​him into a sashimi feast with her eyes.

“Isn’t that enough?” Michelle stopped Sarnster, who was walking out. “Do you want to go out and show those Zerg who haven’t seen a Queen in hundreds of years what a Queen looks like?”

It was truly difficult for him to say so much in one breath, given that Michelle was usually cold and aloof.

Sarnster's lips curled into a smile, his dark eyes filled with provocation: "Of course I wouldn't do that, but you..."

Michelle, who had been called out, stared at him, and then Saenster slowly uttered a few words: "What's the reason for doing this? Advocate of neutrality."

Since the fall of the previous Zerg Queen, the Zerg, who have been without the comfort of a Queen's pheromones for a century, have gradually split into two factions—the new faction and the old faction.

The new school advocates developing technology and making full use of the Zerg's technological advantages to modify the Zerg body, aiming to completely break free from the control of the Zerg queen's pheromones.

The old school, on the other hand, has always insisted on maintaining the status of the Queen Insect, while doing its utmost to protect the sacred eggs and ensure the birth of the new Queen Insect.

It was under these circumstances that a third faction emerged: the neutral faction.

They neither endorsed the new school's absolute stance of suppressing the insect mother nor supported the status of the insect mother.

Instead, they are more like rational Zerg protectors, appearing only when the Zerg need them, and never for the sake of the Zerg Queen.

With near-absolute rationality, the neutral faction, by advocating for the Zerg but not the Zerg Queen, has gained increasing popularity among the Zerg in recent years, threatening to surpass the new and old factions.

Therefore, Saenster's concerns are not unfounded. After all, no faction will support you unconditionally unless there is a greater interest involved.

"Ha, me?" Michelle, wearing white gloves, swirled her wine glass, her other hand resting on her crossed thighs, her posture languid and elegant. "I'm probably just bored."

The red wine swirled in the stemmed glass, its rosy hue contrasting beautifully with the colorful nebulae bursting and exploding outside the window.

"If we live in the universe for a long time, we will inevitably be overwhelmed by some trivial things."

The man, whose skin was almost as white as a god, tapped the table, his golden eyes filled with pity for the world.

“We are all the same, yet we are also different. Every insect has its own pursuit, but I don’t.”

He took another sip of his drink, as if talking to himself: "Perhaps the birth of the Zerg was a mistake from the very beginning."

“There is no absolute right or wrong,” Saenster said, sitting down with Shen Qingqing in his arms. “That’s just what you think.”

"Hmph, perhaps."

The moment Michelle met Shen Qingqing's eyes, she let out a hissing sound, a unique form of communication among Zerg.

Shen Qingqing couldn't understand him and found him terrifying, like a snake, so she quickly turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

Michelle chuckled, and at the same time, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in Shen Qingqing's mind: "Qingqing."

They had been communicating directly, and Shen Qingqing, who had temporarily lost her hearing, hadn't heard what they were saying. Now, after a long period of silence, the sudden sound startled her.

Meanwhile, Michelle's breath tickled her ear, making it itch. Teasing Michelle, she could only keep running away and being caught again.

What Michelle found very interesting was a completely different game in Shen Qingqing's eyes.

If the other person is taller, stronger, and even more intelligent than you, won't you get eaten if you play games with them?

So she turned to Saenster for help, and Michelle, who was enjoying herself, was forced to stop her entertainment.

"What? This is such a rare form of entertainment," Michelle said, sounding a little aggrieved.

"Warships are mostly filled with boring training and patrols. Can't you even allow this little bit of entertainment, sir?" she said, deliberately putting on a wronged expression.

It must be said that he is extremely deceptive in appearance; if someone who did not know the truth came, they would definitely scold Saenster.

Sarnster knew exactly what he was thinking. He had no opinion on the fact that he was dismissed from his post on Wangxing for his own reasons; Michelle was just trying to provoke him.

“Michelle, let’s not dwell on those old stories. Instead, tell me where you plan to sell us.”

Meteorites occasionally streaked across the outside of the transport ship, leaving faint glows in space. This wasn't the route to King Star; it looked more like a journey to a battlefield.

"Where are you planning to take the Queen Insect?" Saenster asked, his powerful aura pressing in.

Michelle put down the bottle of wine she was about to pour herself: "Do you still think I'll be crushed by you now?"

"See? You're no threat to me now."

Shen Qingqing felt something flash past her eyes, swords flashing and shadows flickering in the room, but she couldn't see where they were.

Combining extreme speed with superb skills, the Zerg's innate pride prevents them from conquering using the power of firearms.

Therefore, they actually prefer melee weapons, and even so, there are few races in the universe that can rival the Zerg in combat power.

Putting everything else aside, if Saenster hadn't been injured, he might have been able to draw with Michel, but...

"How can you, who have been tortured, possibly compete with me?" With that, she slashed her long sword fiercely at his arm.

Sarnster's left arm had not yet recovered when it was severely injured again. Due to blood loss and exhaustion, he felt the floor in front of him shaking, accompanied by intense dizziness.

No! He can't fall!

The Insect Queen is still waiting for him!

“Miracles never happen in this world,” Michelle said, looking down at Sarnster, who was kneeling on the ground struggling to sit up. “Farewell.”