Within five seconds of the broadcast sounding, a close-up of the Queen of Blades appeared on the massive screen.

She was currently perched atop a Mammoth beast, charging forward fiercely. Though this Mammoth was merely a common-grade specimen, under the Queen's blessing, it was more ferocious than an elite and more desperate than a nobody. A single sweep of its scythe-like legs easily swept several Zealots blocking the path to the ground!

Her facial features possessed an Eastern delicacy, yet slightly higher cheekbones lent her face a touch of Western arrogance. Along her hairline, there were flesh-toned scars resembling burns, but these unsightly marks formed a striking and peculiar contrast with the exquisite, smooth skin of her cheeks.

Of course, one could not fail to mention the Queen's unique Medusa-like hair. If viewed in isolation, this feature would undoubtedly be terrifying: viscous, slick, and even writhing like parasitic worms.

However, when combined with the Queen’s refined features and astonishingly curvaceous figure, it generated a strangely perverse thrill—a feeling that fermented, took root, and sprouted in the most secret corners of the mind, almost demanding deep, utter contempt, yet delivering an indescribable, illicit stimulation in the deepest recesses of the heart during midnight reveries.

Then there were the Queen's bone wings rising from her back. These gave an impression of sharpness, agility, and extreme danger. The Queen did not need to flap them for flight; instead, she automatically adjusted the internal gravity crystals of her body and floated using magnetic forces.

At this moment, the Queen of Blades tilted her head slightly, gazing at the beacon of light a hundred meters away.

Her expression was a complex yet profoundly genuine blend of ambition, avarice, and piety.

If the intelligence was correct, that light contained the universe's most ancient and mysterious treasure: the Protoss’s ultimate secret, the Artifact of the Progenitors.

Legend claimed this object was left behind by the Architect who created the Protoss, possessing miraculous power!

The Queen of Blades firmly believed this, as she could distinctly feel that power—a power calm, gentle, and profound, like the vast ocean.

It incessantly called to her strength, even vibrating every nerve and every cell within her.

Thus, the Queen of Blades’ singular thought at this juncture was to obtain it, to claim this terrifying divine artifact of infinite might! She was focused on it, moved by it, and willing to pay any price for it! The expression captured on camera left her mood entirely exposed.

And this was the first time Fang Senyan was truly studying the Queen of Blades.

During previous observations, he had been completely overwhelmed by her terrifying aura and oppressive majesty. His mind had been entirely occupied with her identity, her status, her dignity, her sheer power.

It was akin to former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher: once she appeared in public, few people concerned themselves with whether she had double eyelids or a soft jawline, or what perfume she wore; the focus was entirely on every word that emerged from her mouth.

This was the power of authority, the solemnity of command.

Therefore, it could be inferred that when such a Queen of Blades stood before someone, especially an adversary, the very first consideration would not be anything related to a woman, but rather... life and death.

It was that simple, and that natural.

However, at this moment, situated inside the robust body of the Cataclysm Beast, protected by nearly 1.5 meters of high-carbon manganese steel armor, and observing the Queen through high-precision 'Dragonfly' cameras, the psychological barrier dissolved almost automatically.

Given his previous actions under immense psychological pressure, Fang Senyan now felt a strange, almost rebellious counter-reaction. After completing the necessary tasks and running a series of analyses, he couldn't help but entertain some highly disrespectful thoughts about Her Majesty the Queen.

For instance, he suddenly thought the shape of the Queen of Blades’ breasts was beautiful, like pears that had just ripened and were still slightly tender; this bell-like form gave the hands an empty feeling, an urge to grasp something substantial.

Or perhaps Fang Senyan suddenly found the contours of the Queen of Blades’ profile stunningly beautiful. Her lips were somewhat thick—reportedly a sign of strong passion—and kissing them might prove remarkably comfortable.

Or maybe he suddenly noted the Queen of Blades’ skin tone resembled the tanned hue of the Latin American regions, suggesting a wildness that involuntarily stirred a primal desire for dominance.

Or perhaps the Queen of Blades’ waist was slender, yet her hips were remarkably full; this intense visual contrast made the slender seem more delicate and the full seem more opulent, inspiring great admiration.

The Queen of Blades’ beauty was not just built upon these elements; it resided within the explosive potential contained within her body. It seemed that in every movement, she was ready to unleash immense power! This wild essence evoked a desire to fiercely grip something soft and elastic, feeling the incredible resilience while kneading it repeatedly.

“Do not approach further, maintain our current distance,” Fang Senyan instructed Pantan.

Pantan hesitated for a moment but immediately complied. Aldaris looked confused: “If we maintain this distance, we have absolutely no competitive edge!”

Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes: “If... this is a trap set by the Protoss, then this distance is precisely right.”

Aldaris exclaimed in surprise: “You actually believe that old A?”

Fang Senyan replied coolly: “I only trust myself. In fact, based on various indicators, this does strongly resemble a massive trap.”

Aldaris roared: “But if this isn't a trap, then we don't stand a chance!”

Fang Senyan smiled faintly: “Even if it isn't a trap, would approaching give us a better chance? Surrounded by the Protoss and the Queen of Blades, oh, and the unrevealed surveillance of Artemis, our odds of snatching the Artifact of the Progenitors the moment it appears are practically zero. If there's a real opportunity, it will likely be scavenging—only after both sides have fought themselves to exhaustion.”

Aldaris seemed about to argue further but could find no justification. Just then, an instrument in Pantan’s hand began beeping insistently. Fang Senyan glanced at the readout, which had jumped to 100. Pantan immediately became ecstatic, turning to Fang Senyan: “Brigadier! Good news! All our data has been recorded and processed through standardized 3D modeling. Every specification, every measurement, has achieved unified planning. This has been validated by combat and holds profound significance!”

Fang Senyan smiled: “So...? I need a straightforward explanation.”

“So, given sufficient resources, inputting this data into the engineering computer of any SCV above the Elite level will allow them to construct the Cataclysm Beast as easily as building structures! Of course, the ones they build might not be as powerful as the vessel we currently pilot, but they can achieve 70% of its combat capability! This also means that I personally laid the foundation for and manufactured this overwhelmingly powerful weapon of war! Furthermore, it means Pantan’s name will be eternally engraved in the Empire’s history, for this formidable creature shall henceforth be named the Pantan Behemoth!”

Pantan was already stammering with excitement. Fang Senyan smiled and clapped him on the shoulder: “Congratulations.”

As Pantan uploaded the series of data regarding the Pantan Behemoth and began connecting to the headquarters database, the computer’s automated assessment system immediately flashed a top-secret identifier. Red alert text vividly appeared on the screen before the system instantly set the lowest access permission.

On the other end of the connection, several hundred assessment personnel in the main database could be seen scurrying about in a frenzy, throwing everything into chaos, accompanied by loud, excited, and intense shouting.

After a while, an Imperial Lieutenant General appeared, first saluting Pantan: “You are a hero of the Empire!”

Indeed, in ground combat across the stars, the Terrans had consistently shown themselves to be strong in defense but lacking in offensive siege capability. The entity Pantan developed filled the largest void in the Empire’s current arsenal of war machines!

Fang Senyan also received a notification: “You have successfully aided SUV Pantan in his transformation, elevating him to a pivotal figure within the Empire. Your Merit Score +10.”

Just as Pantan was still caught in his excitement, Ronnie suddenly spoke up: “My Lord! The answer may be about to be revealed!”

Fang Senyan immediately turned back, just in time to see the Queen of Blades performing marvels under the monitor. Although her Mammoth mount was brutally killed, exploding into a cloud of bloody fragments, she instantly leaped onto a Spore Vulture—the most agile unit among the Zerg—and slammed into the battered Heroic Carrier. Seconds later, the Carrier let out a final, unwilling groan before plummeting, crashing into the ground, and exploding.

More importantly, the Queen of Blades now faced no further obstacles. The core of the entire city, the mysterious and enigmatic Artifact of the Progenitors, lay directly before her!

The Spore Vulture screeched once, soaring gracefully in the air, darting toward the massive rhombic crystal!!! But for some unknown reason, Fang Senyan felt that this scene carried the tragic, desperate heroism of a moth flying into a flame.

This chapter has been rewritten three times!! I'm only at 80% of the feeling of wanting to repay the effort—YYing the Queen is quite challenging. But I do enjoy challenging difficulty. Also, should I create an uncensored version of the Queen’s chapter...? I'm really conflicted.