Within Flon's field of vision, countless red dots spread across the screen, converging around the three-dimensional image of the entire Floating City.
The scene looked as if a red storm were sweeping toward the Floating City. It was terrifying.
Flon knew exactly what those red dots were.
They were all Demon Scarabs.
What did that mean?
If each red dot represented a Demon Scarab, then a storm of them large enough to blot out the red sky was now sweeping toward the Floating City—a Demon Scarab legion powerful enough to swallow the entire city.
Just how many Demon Scarabs were there?
Ten thousand?
A hundred thousand?
Probably even more.
"Switch to live footage!"
Flon immediately gave the order. The screen before her flickered, projecting the sky outside the Floating City.
But the moment the image appeared, everyone present felt their scalps go numb.
A massive swarm, as dense as locusts, was closing in on the Floating City's air-defense perimeter.
Each Demon Scarab had red compound eyes and the shape of a gigantic fly, yet its body was covered in sleek, mechanical lines and a smooth shell.
Each one was about two meters long, resembling a small flying craft that could hold only a single person. But they had sharp forelegs and fangs, along with constantly vibrating wings that inspired instinctive disgust.
"Arknarok-class..."
Flon quietly named the type of Demon Scarab.
—"Arknarok-class."
They were the weakest individuals among all Demon Scarabs.
They belonged to the smallest of the small strains. Even among small strains, they were the smallest and weakest. Yet, from another perspective, they were the Demon Scarabs that posed the greatest threat to humanity.
That was because there were simply too many of them—so many that their numbers inspired terror.
One of the main reasons humanity had been forced