The Ironblood Bugmen wielded their massive battle axes, and the black energy storms they stirred up caused ripples in space, as if the entire sky was trembling.
As the axe blades cut through the air, they emitted a mournful wail, like the whimpering of demons from the abyss, sending shivers down one's spine.
However, the Flying Thunder Centipede moved nimbly through the energy storm like a ghost in the night sky.
The lightning chains it unleashed were like agile silver snakes, each hit causing blue sparks to erupt from the Bugman's carapace.
Those were ionic lights produced by intense energy clashes, flickering like fireflies in the smoke-filled battlefield, adding a strange beauty to this brutal scene.
Suddenly, the Flying Thunder Centipede retracted its wings and, like a meteor, crashed directly into the chest of a Bugman.
The lightning burst from the circular rings on its back instantly pierced through the entire Bugman. The sound of bones shattering reverberated across the entire battlefield, a deafening sound like a large area of ice collapsing.
The Bugman's massive body rapidly shriveled like a punctured air sac.
The core organ in its chest was still pulsating with lightning, like a green heart that had been cut open, and its blood vessels, illuminated by the electric light, showed intricate spiderweb patterns, a shocking sight.
As the Flying Thunder Centipede flapped its wings and ascended, its sharp claws still clutched half of the still-twitching core organ, the nerve fibers on the organ's surface affected by the energy, constantly trembling.
The battle gradually shifted in favor of the Bug Clan Family.
Seeing this, the Bug Clan Family below let out an earth-shattering roar, making the ground dust fall in rustles.
The tenth-tier Army Ants and Spiked Horned Tyrant Bugs surged forward like a black tide. The silver mucus secreted by the Army Ants' mouthparts solidified rapidly upon contact with the ground, forming a metal-hard barrier.
When the mucus landed, it made a sizzling sound, like a red-hot iron bar plunged into water, and the rising white smoke carried a pungent, acidic smell.
The giant rocks carried by the Spiked Horned Tyrants' massive jaws were still stained with undried green blood, and the edges of the rocks showed honeycomb-like holes due to the corrosion of the Bug blood.
They constructed rhombic fortifications on the newly occupied Bug Lair ruins.
The clashing of stones and the sizzling sound of solidifying mucus intertwined, like a tragic war song.
Every stone was meticulously sealed with mucus, and the excess mucus seeping from the cracks crystallized in the sunlight, forming blue-purple crystal clusters that shimmered with an eerie glow in the fires of war, like guardians of this battlefield, silently watching this brutal slaughter.
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"Master, the aerial reconnaissance unit is in position in airspace three."
Wang Yufei's voice came through the mental connection, carrying a barely perceptible tremor, mixed with the howling of the cold wind at high altitude, as if it too felt fear for this war.
Zhou Qi gently switched his perspective, seeing dozens of Moth Demons carrying bronze caskets, circling high in the sky.
The crystal lenses embedded on the surface of the caskets, like cold eyes, were aimed at the intense battlefield below, clearly capturing every detail.
At this moment, the Flying Thunder Centipede's lightning tore through the clouds, and a beam of light precisely struck the spire of a distant Bug Lair.
Shattered stones burst out like fireworks, and one pointed stone with mysterious runes spun and fell, creating a three-meter deep crater in the ground.
The soil around the crater was scorched black by the high temperature, emitting wisps of green smoke, as if the earth was painfully gasping for breath.
Chronos's golden light beam, like a holy sword, pierced through the Bug Lair's dome.
When the dome collapsed, the rising dust obscured the sky.
In the dust, Ironblood Bugmen could be seen fleeing like ants.
A six-tailed Bugman was struck by a falling stone beam, and the sound of its carapace shattering, even through the screen, seemed clearly 'audible'.
It struggled to get up but was buried by subsequent collapsing stones, only one continuously twitching antenna exposed, its last struggle in this cruel world.
Wu Ka's molten flow and flood intertwined on the ground, forming a burning river.
Charred Bug corpses floated on the river, like countless burnt fallen leaves.
Occasionally, some not fully deceased Bugmen twitched in agony in the fiery water, their limbs curled into strange shapes, emitting faint wails, sounds that seemed to come from the depths of Hell, full of despair and helplessness.
In one frame, a Zhu Yan Demon Insect pierced an Ironblood Bugman's eye socket with its venomous stinger, green blood splattering against the backlight, forming a fan-shaped mist, like a demon's skirt.
Zhou Qi lightly tapped the light screen, and the image froze at the moment a Four Fiends Insect Soldier tore open an Ironblood Bugman's throat.
Green blood splattered on the Bug Soldier's dark carapace, forming a strange spiderweb-like pattern, the edges of which were still slightly bubbling.
This was a sign of a violent reaction between the blood and the carapace material, as if telling the story of the war's cruelty and ruthlessness.
"Record every crack, every drop of blood." Zhou Qi's voice came through the mental connection, carrying a metallic coldness.
His gaze swept over the rapidly increasing Evolution Points on the light screen, his fingertips tracing complex runes in the Void Realm, precisely adjusting the evolution origin point's energy field.
He ensured that every deceased Ironblood Bugman was converted into an energy flow, providing a continuous source of power for their own evolution, seeking survival and development in this cruel war.
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July 3, 2017
Current Evolution Points: 112 Origin Points
The slaughter continued until the evening of the second day, when the dome of the third Bug Lair was captured by the Bug Clan Family amidst roars.
The setting sun dyed the sky blood-red, and its afterglow cast upon the piled-up corpses, draping this tragic battlefield in a somber hue.
The dark carapaces of the Ironblood Bugmen and the metallic luster of the Bug Clan Family were mixed together, and rivers of green blood slowly flowed in the trenches of the fortifications.
Charred limb fragments floated on the water, and occasionally, some not fully deceased Bugmen twitched weakly in the blood-water, their antennae still faintly swaying, seemingly making a final struggle, trying to grasp their fading lives.
The tenth-tier Army Ants, like a black torrent, constructed a defensive Great Wall extending to the horizon using secreted mucus and gravel.
Every wall section shimmered with the faint blue glow bestowed by the evolution origin point, which were unique spiral patterns formed during energy solidification, coiling like countless glowing snakes in the twilight.
Mucus occasionally dripped from the wall's surface, solidifying into sharp crystal spikes upon landing, gleaming with a cold light under the moonlight.
They seemed like guardians of this land, ready to meet the enemy's challenge at any moment.
A million-strong Ironblood Bugman reinforcement army was marching rapidly through the twilight on the desolate plain a thousand miles away.
At the end of the line, the four-tailed Ironblood Bugman, Keith, tightly clutched the roughly polished bone spear in his hand.