With one hour remaining until the Federal Fleet arrived, Chers, a Cosmic Current node.
After issuing her orders through the Zerg Mental Network, Aiolia watched hundreds of swarms continuously enter Bug Nest Channels. The irritation in her heart vanished, and she even felt light as air.
Feeling delighted, she connected to the senses of the frontline war bugs once more and began observing the battle to pass the boring final hour.
However.
Huh?
Why did something feel off?
The battlefield was still unimaginably brutal. Nearly every second, huge numbers of Zerg war bugs died, mixed with the occasional death of Purgatory Creatures.
It seemed no different from before.
But why did she feel that something was wrong?
Her mind raced as Aliya fell into deep thought. A minute later, her eyes suddenly widened as she finally realized what was wrong.
Although the battlefield remained brutal, compared to before, it lacked the most horrific area.
Hypnos's slaughterhouse!
Yes, Hypnos's slaughterhouse.
The name was quite fitting. During every battle, anywhere within 1 AU of Hypnos gave off the immediate impression of a slaughterhouse.
In almost every battle, Zerg casualties within that area accounted for nearly half of all Zerg casualties in normal combat. How terrifying was that?
Now, while the scene remained brutal, that slaughterhouse was gone. And Hypnos, the star of that slaughterhouse, had vanished as well. No matter how Aliya switched between the senses of war bugs across the battlefield, she could not find any trace of him throughout the entire starfield!
"Damn it, where did that guy run off to at such a critical time?"
As long as one was a living being, whether human or Zerg, one would have desires!
And control was one of the desires at the root of it all.
No living being liked seeing