A One-Sided Massacre

"Damn it! How can these bugs be so fast?"

A man whose clothes had been torn half off limped along. A bowl-sized black scab on his calf hurt so badly he kept sucking in sharp breaths.

"Shut up! Without the equipment Lord Long Aoshuang handed out, we might not even be alive to complain!"

Another man gritted his teeth and handed him a vial of faintly glowing liquid. The moment he uncapped it and swallowed, the black scab on his leg visibly began to fall away. Fresh tissue rapidly grew over the wound. Several men stared wide-eyed, ignoring even their overheated gun barrels as they poured out ammunition, terrified that one careless move might draw the attention of monsters that had so far ignored them.

"Fuck! Can't we have a few good days? What the hell are these damn bugs?"

The man cursed as he trembled. The particle cannon in his hands had already overheated, yet several strange bugs skirting the edge of its firing range paid no attention to the tiny humans below. Like a stream of black water, they all rushed toward a distant corner.

"Now it depends on how things are going with Lord Shen Yi. I don't even know if what we're doing means anything..."

The men hid in the shadow of the ruins and cautiously poked their heads out to watch the strange bugs blanketing the sky.

And scenes like this were unfolding throughout the Mountain City Shelter.

Many of the people Shen Yi and Long Aoshuang had positioned in advance risked being struck by chance when the black bugs first swept past. Most of the time after that, though, the bugs simply ignored the armed people attacking them.

Yet being ignored only made those people even more terrified.

They were being ignored.

That meant