"The frenzied bugs are tearing apart the locust wall! Marshal, look! Those dragon beetles have gone mad—they're ramming our wall without a care for their own lives!"
The swarm in Abyssal City had been defeated, but the fighting at the beetle wall, the main battlefield, was still raging. Aboard the Wolf Lord, a heavily armed airship that hammered flying insects from the sky with heavy weapons and dropped explosives on them, Marshal Baldwin received some very bad news.
He immediately operated the observation device in front of him and looked down. It didn't take long to find the spot the swarm was attacking.
At a bend in the locust wall, more than a dozen giant dragon beetles were charging into the wall like rhinoceroses, enduring the fire raining down from above. They had truly gone mad—even their most basic instinct to seek advantage and avoid danger had vanished. Their red-eyed, frenzied assault was horrifying to behold. Not even their cracked shells and flowing blood could stop them.
Old Qin had even sent over the power-armored knights and the "Swarm Hunters" under Brigadier General Fraser's command, yet they still couldn't defeat the desperate, frenzied insects in a short time.
At this point, Lord Qin had no reserves left at all.
Every post along the entire wall was fighting for its life. Old Qin had even entered the "Crimson Son" divine descent state, hacking down the fearless elite insects on the wall. Charging alongside him were Marshal Soros of the Plantagenet Kingdom and his son, General Buck. The fact that even the commanders had joined the fighting showed just how dire the situation was.
But their savage fighting seemed to have no effect. Today, the swarm had the air of one determined to die with its enemies. Killing alone was no longer