Retreat

The Zerg's reaction exceeded the Epoch Clan's expectations. It was as though they had never received the message at all—they simply went about their business without giving any response whatsoever.

"What's going on?" The Epoch Clan was genuinely baffled. Even if they intended to seize power and rebel, could they really be so blatant about it?

"Could it be that this Queen is unpopular among the Zerg, and they've suffered under her for a long time?"

"Do you believe that yourself before saying it?"

"Why wouldn't I? It's just a guess. I've seen even more absurd things."

"Maybe she's just a fake, which is why they aren't in a hurry?" a staff officer proposed another possibility.

"Your guess is reasonable and quite plausible, but hadn't those above already verified the target's authenticity?"

"Maybe they made a mistake. Our spies could have been deceived."

"Or perhaps they know she's a fake. After all, the message from above only told us to bring the target to the designated area. It didn't mention her authenticity at all."

"Tch. I questioned this operation from the very beginning. How could someone like the Zerg Queen personally participate in something so obviously a trap?"

"But if she's fake, what use is that? Was there really a need to go to such lengths?"

"Maybe there's some secret hidden behind this."

"Not maybe. There's definitely something we don't know."

"I don't care about that. Fine, I am a little curious, but that isn't what we should be focusing on right now."

"True. So what do we do now?"

"Actually, we can look at it from another angle. Suppose she really is the Queen. Then why haven't the Zerg reacted?"

"Then there's only one possibility: to the Zerg, injuries like this aren't fatal. They might not even count as