Hercules Constellation

An invisible vibration swept through, its cleansing force from a higher dimension affecting an area spanning over a hundred thousand light-years.

Every living being within its range felt a sense of sorrow.

A Chief God had fallen...

"Another one!"

"Damn it!"

"Those damned bugs!"

"..."

After sensing that vibration, a squad advancing through the area also wore sorrowful expressions.

Another Chief God had fallen.

The growth of every Chief God could be called a miracle on an individual level.

Not even one could be born among trillions upon trillions of living beings, and they required an immensely long period of growth.

Combined with the number and limitations of World Hearts, the fall of every Chief God was an enormous loss for the Order Side.

Yet those damned bugs could use cannon fodder for mutual destruction. No matter how favorable the casualty ratio was, it was still a loss!

Especially in recent years, the bugs had gone mad, continuously battering the defensive lines.

Their intensity far surpassed anything from before.

The bugs had always been crazy, but they still cared about cost-effectiveness.

What they wanted was to snowball and accumulate strength, continuously stockpiling bugs above the divine rank. They would not easily risk them.

But now, they had begun bringing out their previous reserves. This intensity was simply on a completely different level!

In such a short time, seven God Lords had already fallen, along with more than a hundred Chief Gods!

There were even more True Gods below the level of Chief God, not to mention ordinary mortals.

Destroyed civilizations and civilizations forced to relocate emerged one after another. Vast numbers of refugees poured into the second reserve defense line.

The first defense line had nearly been smashed apart.

"It's time to request aid from those Superclusters in the rear.