Zerg, the Predator Race!

"This is over." Su Ye watched the livestream. Any lord who had received even a little education knew what kind of creatures these were.

Or rather, throughout the entire Lord World, they ranked among the top ten enemies lords least wanted to encounter, with no particular order among those top ten.

Zerg!!

Or rather, the Predator Race!!

They were the Zerg, and they were also Predators. They were one of the natural disasters as well. No one wanted to run into them. They represented destruction, death, and plunder.

Their numbers were endless. Even if this dimension was merely a Black Iron Dimension.

The Zerg lurking within it were not something a Black Iron Grade lord could handle.

The Zerg in this dimension could at most be considered Zerg that had been forgotten by the Zerg race, but their numbers were still beyond what a Black Iron Grade lord could deal with.

Su Ye looked at the comments. Sure enough, the tide of the chat had already turned.

[It's over. The streamer's definitely dead. Nothing can be done.]

[That's why you shouldn't chase clout. It gets you killed fast.]

[He might not die, though.]

[Anyone above who paid even a little more attention in school would know this situation is hopeless. A Dimensional Rift isn't something you can open whenever you want or close whenever you want. A Dimensional Rift stays open for twelve hours. In other words, whether you invade or get invaded, you have to hold out for twelve hours.]

[Can the streamer last twelve hours? Even though he has over ten thousand Lionmen, the outcome is already decided. It would be fine if it were another kind of monster, but it had to be Zerg. All I can say is, what terrible luck.]

[Dimensional Rifts are risky. Be careful when opening one, brothers. This is a bloody lesson.]

[Twelve hours is way too hard. Let's go.]

Su Ye watched the comments in the livestream. Not a single person had faith in the streamer lord. Of course, Su Ye did not either. The most terrifying thing about these Zerg was their endless numbers.

Their individual combat strength could only be called average, but their numbers were the greatest problem—and the deadliest one.

However, there were also elite units among the Zerg. Because their population was so vast, certain anomalies had emerged among them.

Those anomalies were Zerg Variants. They were often terrifying elite units, no weaker than Hero Units at all, even though it might take hundreds of millions of Zerg to produce a single such Bug.

Even so, there were quite a few of these Bugs. In fact, there were many.

Back to the present, Su Ye watched the livestream before him. Countless Zerg burst from the yellow sand, screeching as they charged at that lord's Lionman troops.

Flying Bugs that blanketed the sky swooped down from above.

A brutal massacre began.

"Twelve hours is too difficult." Su Ye watched the livestream before him. For a Novice Lord, this was undoubtedly a fatal situation.

First, there were not enough troops. Second, the territory's defenses were insufficient. Finally, the troops themselves were not strong enough.

Although Lionmen were high-tier, seventh-rank troops, their strength was merely decent. They could still become exhausted, and these Lionmen were only between Black Iron Seven-Star and Eight-Star.

The sole Hero Unit, the Golden Lionman, was only Black Iron Nine-Star. How long could they hold out against an attack from Bugs like an endless tide?

"Retreat! Everyone, return to the territory!" the streamer lord roared frantically. Zerg were something he had never expected. He had only wanted to ride the trend and make some money.

The Lionmen roared as golden Battle Qi surged around them. This was a characteristic of Orc troops—Battle Qi. At the same time, Orc troops also possessed a shared talent: Berserk!

It was a talent that could increase their strength for a short time, but its side effects were obvious. They would lose their reason, and once Berserk ended, they would enter a weakened state.

Quite a few Lionmen had entered Berserk now. They had lost their minds and no longer listened even to their lord's commands.

However, some Lionmen who had not entered Berserk still obeyed the order and returned through the Rift Gate to the streamer lord's territory.

After returning to the territory, the streamer lord's face was incomparably grim.

The crisis had only just begun. Those Bugs would sooner or later pass through the Rift Gate and enter his territory. When that happened, he would have to make a choice: either give up his identity as a lord. He could survive, but he would become an ordinary person in the Main World, useful for nothing except breeding.

Or he could fight to the death and refuse to retreat, persisting until the very end even if it killed him, in the hope that perhaps the slightest miracle might occur.

"Big shots in the livestream, is anyone selling Troop Refresh Recruitment Cards? Please, I'm willing to buy them at a high price," the streamer lord said in a low voice.

Su Ye watched the lord streaming live, his eyes utterly unmoved. The only reason to buy Troop Refresh Recruitment Cards at a high price was to recruit troops.

Every additional troop meant one more sliver of hope for survival.

As time passed, quite a few lords actually traded with the streamer lord. Taking the Troop Refresh Recruitment Cards he had acquired through trade, the streamer lord immediately began recruiting.

One Lionman after another emerged from the Barracks.

"It's over." Su Ye could not help saying as he watched the streamer lord.

The Loyalty of these newly recruited Lionmen was not high. It was basically around fifty or sixty. With the boost from his talent, it would be at most around sixty-five.

That Loyalty could only be called average, but his territory was at a life-or-death moment. The newly recruited Lionmen immediately sensed the aura of death.

Their Loyalty was plummeting, and even the way they looked at the lord had changed.

One had to know that troops, regardless of rank, had their own thoughts and emotions. To these newly recruited troop units, this lord had recruited them only to send them to their deaths.

If not for that Golden Lionman Hero Unit, these newly recruited troops would probably have hacked the lord to death immediately.

Even now, though, these Lionmen were glaring at the lord with hostility.

The streamer lord also knew that recruiting this way would cause serious problems, but he had no choice. He had to find a way to survive first. If he could not even stay alive, what did troop Loyalty matter?

Roars and screeches rang out. When the first Bug stepped onto the lord's territory.

That lord's fate had already been decided.

As time passed.

One Lionman after another fell. More and more Bugs crossed through the Rift Gate and entered the lord's territory directly.

The livestream went black.

Su Ye watched the darkened livestream and could not help shaking his head. That lord's final outcome would not be good. Either he had died, or he had lost his identity as a lord.

There were only those two outcomes. As for whether he could survive? That was impossible. The main reason was that no major faction thought highly of him. His talent and troops were not bad.

But they were merely not bad. They were not worth spending enormous resources on, especially the precious resources of the novice period, to save him. He was not worth the price.