Counterattack

Chapter 410: Counterattack

The battlefield beneath the night sky was the Sickle-Skull Race's home ground.

These insectoid creatures possessed senses in the dark far surpassing those of vision-dependent races. Their carapaces barely reflected moonlight, and the sounds of their movements could be perfectly concealed by the battlefield's ambient noise.

By all logic, night raids were one of their greatest strengths.

Although technology had advanced to the point where day and night made little real difference, they still preferred to act at night.

When the Sickle-Skull Race's vanguard silently reached the outskirts of the Wizard Camp, what they saw was tightly woven defense.

Dense masses of cannon-fodder units of every shape and kind patrolled back and forth. The camp, which had become a city of steel in just one day, blazed with lights, while the wizards spent the entire night adding new defensive facilities.

The perfect moment to strike.

Hidden in the darkness, the Sickle-Skull Race commander—a Level 6 "Tactical Calculator"—watched streams of data flash through its compound eyes at high speed and arrived at a conclusion wholly at odds with the scene before it.

But it had already "experienced" dozens of similar night raids and knew what would happen next: in three minutes, the wizards would switch the energy source of the camp's core array, leaving a fleeting opening.

Three minutes passed.

The giant Rune Tower at the center of the camp flickered, and the Protective Array across the entire camp brightened and dimmed like breathing.

The instant the energy fluctuations sank to their lowest point—now!

"Activate the Interference Array!" The Tactical Calculator issued its order through the pheromone network.

More than ten thousand Sickle-Skull Race members hidden among the ruins activated the devices in their hands at once.

Invisible waves swept through the camp. The energy circuits in the