Marshal Lu Lu might have been overly orderly, but she was not blindly loyal.
In truth, she herself had little sense of belonging toward the new government or the military. What she served had always been the interests of her people, and even of this world.
To put it more specifically, Lu PingAn knew what she truly cared about when he noticed how she always looked at the disaster victims and wounded with such heartbreak.
Under such circumstances, the reason she obediently returned to the capital to work was naturally because the front line was no longer in serious danger and she could leave.
If the front line truly collapsed, if the time came when it was necessary to disobey orders—or even rebel—she would not hesitate.
"The front line has more or less stabilized."
This time, the First Batch of combatants who had volunteered to provide support had held back the toughest obstacle.
The military had indeed played some role afterward. At the very least, all the powerful individuals it called upon had come to the front line.
Holding back the swarm did not count as an achievement. Holding back and driving away the Bug Kings was what mattered.
Yet even with relatively sufficient combat strength, the number of Bug Kings killed remained limited.
Over dozens of drawn-out battles and pursuit battles, the immortality of the Rule-level insectoids had left a deep impression on Lu PingAn.
He had even set up traps himself before releasing multiple Rule-level creatures from the Courtyard.
"When that Bug king was driven into a corner, all the surrounding insectoids went crazy and rushed over to self-destruct in an instant. Even the nearest Bug king came to support it."
The "single will" of the Abyssal Swarm had also left a deep impression on Lu PingAn.
Perhaps