Did killing need a reason? Individual duels perhaps did, but a death struggle between races might need nothing more than an encounter.
Boom!
Explosions erupted in every direction at once. Once warriors truly stepped onto the battlefield, it was actually difficult to tell which way was which.
Explosions, battle cries, screams, along with bursts and shockwaves—an ordinary person's sense of direction could easily fall into chaos.
Aaaah!
Amid the earth-shaking tremors, a gigantic serpentine worm suddenly burst from underground.
Its enormous maw opened without aim. The moment it emerged, that gaping mouth unleashed a massacre, crunching through severed limbs as they scattered in all directions.
From the pit it had dug, large numbers of small and medium-sized war bugs emerged.
Some resembled wild dogs, madly pouncing on and biting the nearby mortals. Others were like war elephants, forcibly tearing apart the lines attempting to surround them.
Though they were an insect horde, they possessed countless unit types and coordinated flawlessly.
Boom!
Spores hurled through the air struck the ground and burst open, bringing aerial support in the form of giant bee insects.
Their assault was precise, swift, and savage, yet filled with meticulous control. Using a tactic of blooming from within, they effortlessly tore through line after line.
While the mortal legions were still wondering why their enemies had appeared behind them, their formations and sense of direction thrown into disorder by the chaotic battle, they would be met by slaughter.
On a material battlefield, in the desperate struggles of mortal warriors, the insect horde's collective consciousness gave it an overwhelming advantage.
They felt neither fear nor hesitation. Sharing intelligence and perception, they constantly carried out their strategic objectives with precision. Given no great difference in individual combat strength, their advantage in "battlefield efficiency" was utterly crushing.
"For victory."
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