My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 604 521: Night of the Thorned Venomous Path (Part 6) [Double Length]

This High-level Insect Race is Chichu Chun.

"Send an urgent top-level request for aid to the Patriarch. Order all nearby stationed forces to get here at maximum speed. The battlefield must be sealed off before dawn, and no information must leak out. I will take all responsibility," Thistle Xuedong said, darkening his gaze,

"If it's necessary, I will kill her myself."

...

Somewhere on the battlefield, numerous soldiers still held their ground. They had been assigned to cover the retreating units, each person on high alert, even though they knew they wouldn't survive the upcoming bloodbath.

Tanks and cannons were lined up behind them, the atmosphere of death spreading among the steel machinery. The lieutenant stood behind a mortar; previously launched stinger-guided missiles had accurately hit an Insect Nest and munitions factory 53 kilometers away.

The Insect Race moved slowly on the surface, but they had well-developed underground transport tunnels. Within these tunnels, they exceeded speeds of 500 kilometers per hour, reaching the frontlines in under ten minutes. In the fiercest battles, the average time from birth for a low-level Insect Race to be transported to the battlefield and then blown to pieces by artillery was less than half an hour.

"Those damned insects are coming again, fire!"

A distant line of dark insect shadows appeared once more. Artillery fire wove across the battlefield's sky. Insect Race Thunder Bombers sped overhead at three Mach speed, dropping several toxic gas bombs filled with biological poisons.

In an instant, the poisonous mist spread over the defense lines. Soldiers inhaled the gas, becoming paralyzed and rotting instantly, their flesh shriveling like rapidly decaying apples, oozing pus and toxins as they died in agony.

"Damn it!"

Seeing comrades of many years die grotesquely, a soldier's eyes reddened. He leaped up, aiming a Snakefire rocket launcher at a distant Poisonous Torture War Chariot, blasting it into countless bloody chunks, but he too was hit in the shoulder by a poison sting, dying as he rotted away.

Low-level insect engineers shrieked, swarming forward, caught by the rapid fire of heavy weapons. Gunfire roared from the barrels, the heat roasting the air near exhaust ports, a storm of metal ravaging the area under fire, turning it into a death zone. Soldiers on control rigs shouted as they manned the machine guns, shattering the attacking engineers into bloody pieces.

Roars came from afar, as a towering Battle Chariot reached out, kneading many Predators, Sentinels, and Blade Spikers among the low-level insect engineers into a mass, then assuming a throwing posture.

"It's a Battle Chariot!" someone shouted.

"Prepare for impact!"

The moment the mass hurled into their lines and exploded, corrosive pus instantly melted machine gun turrets into molten iron. Nearby soldiers were splashed by the corrosive fluid, melting on the spot. Engineers poured forth, assaulting soldiers not yet prepared, even as a Beheader emerged from a hatch, roaring skyward, charging directly at the lieutenant, decapitating all soldiers attempting to intervene with its sharp Mantis Blades.

In an instant, chaos erupted behind the lines, the human side retreating step by step, their defenses showing signs of collapse. The Insect Race kept gnawing at their flanks; soldiers at the front retreated, seeing this, the rear soldiers were shaken, with men dying each passing second.

The tenuous situation verged on total collapse as the Insect Race breached a gap, flooding engineers through it.

Seeing the Beheader rushing toward him, the lieutenant cursed in anger, rapidly retreating, leaving a few soldiers to stop the monster, soon shaking it off, hastily returning to the command tent.

He didn't bother with the important documents on the table nor issued orders to others; instead, his expression grew relaxed, with a mocking gaze sweeping over soldiers still fighting to the death at the front.

Yes, he was also a Syndicate.

The Insect Race already knew their defensive arrangements, fully aware of the battle deployment, knowing where was weakest and easiest to breach, and aware of the important members' positions for targeted attacks. The man knew all too well this battle was unwinnable from the start. Those foolish soldiers were merely struggling before death.

Suddenly, commotion outside the tent made the lieutenant pause, quickly stepping out; only then did he notice the soldiers who were fighting to the death against the Insect Race simultaneously lowered their weapons, astonished.

"They are..." a soldier murmured, "fighting among themselves?"

On hearing this, the lieutenant was shocked, stepping forward with a heavy gaze, seeing another Insect Race army storm in from another direction, leaping into the insect swarm, the two sides clashing.

This Insect Race army was far more brutal than those laying siege to the lines, even with pierced bodies and torn limbs, they would widen their mouths, forcefully tearing off a piece of flesh from their kind.

The unwitting Insect Race soldiers were thrown off-guard by this sudden turn, those Insect Race exuding chaotic and frenzied pheromones, something they had never seen, twisted hatred like Evil Ghosts crawling out of Hell, shrieking, biting, tearing at each other, clearly companions, yet inducing terror among them.

This Insect Race army found and attacked their commander among these crazed Predators. It screamed shrilly as its limbs were brutally torn from four directions, its flesh consumed, even its head was ripped off, staining the sky blood red.

"Fire, fire now!" fear prompted a soldier to shout, "These insects have gone mad."

"Wait!" a more experienced soldier familiar with Insect Race behavior sharply sensed something amiss, yelling out.

His booming voice halted those preparing to fire.

"Look, these insects show no intention of attacking us,"

His words caused an uproar among the crowd, some even mustering the courage to approach those frenzied insects, seeing them not attacking, only lunging at their kind.

Witnessing this, intense unease surged within the lieutenant's heart. He realized these low-level Insect Race lacked consciousness, driven by desire, their strange behavior could only be the result of control by a higher-level Insect Race.

So, why would the High-level Insect Race attack their kind? Why choose his direction specifically?

The deeper he thought, the more a chilling dread slashed through his skin, insidiously seeping into his spine.

Their brutal savagery must be related to the High-level Insect Race orchestrating behind them.

Layered anxiety urged the lieutenant to shout loudly:

"What are you hesitating for? Take this chance to clear those insects out in one sweep!"

"But..." someone looked troubled.

"There's no but, remember they're insects, countless comrades have died under their claws. If it's an insect, it's our enemy. If you hold off, do you want to wait until they turn and attack us?"

"Yes!" the soldiers quickly responded, turning their guns on the Insect Race.

Soon shells blasted out, but didn't land among the insects, blocked by a figure. As the smoke cleared to reveal the approaching slender form, the lieutenant's unease skyrocketed, alarm bells blaring, sudden fear detonating in his mind.

As the smoke dispersed, seeing clearly the girl's appearance, countless pupils constricted, some gasped aloud:

"Young Master... Your Highness?"

At this moment, the girl had become a monster. Her waist and abdomen turned into a giant incompletely formed spider abdomen; the exoskeleton exposed, centipede-like wide insects danced screeching atop; several pairs of thick spider legs burst from the sides, the edges flaring with a metallic sheen, the body tilted unnervingly to one side.

Chichu Chun's skin was transparently pale, her eyes softly trembling, scales pulsing with her breath, exuding a crimson mist from within. This was her symbiotic skin, akin to a Divine Gift, a fusion of battle suit and flesh-covering her entirely.

The crimson mist began to spread. Behind it, jet-black pupils opened.

The form of the girl was bizarrely terrifying yet held a bewitching allure that instinctively drew one to explore the beauty of this existence deeper.

Without a doubt,

At this moment, before these soldiers stood a genuine High-level Insect Race.