"I suggest we withdraw now! If we stay here any longer, we'll definitely be worn down to death!"
"Run now!? How are we supposed to run!?"
"Are France and Poland running together, or Germany and Spain!?"
"You told us earlier to let Denmark take the front line! Now only one of our Third Order Awakeners is still alive! How are you going to settle this debt!?"
"What does that have to do with us!? We lost people too! Survival of the fittest. It already counts as generous that we haven't attacked you!"
Inside the crude tent, hundreds of Third Order Awakeners were quarreling with one another, red-faced and furious.
The only thing they had in common was the exhaustion written all over their faces.
"Enough!"
"How long are you planning to keep arguing!?"
At the seat of honor, an Awakener beside a young man in a white robe rose and slammed the table, shouting coldly.
As the difficulty of the Insect Tide grew higher and higher, nearly everyone in the alliance had begun considering escape. It wasn't that they were foolish enough to think they would no longer be attacked by insects after leaving the Gathering Place. They simply wanted to separate themselves from those people.
The group that had eaten the Heavenly Eye People.
No matter how slow-witted they were, by this point they had realized the true reason the insects were growing more numerous.
Thus, the war zones that had eaten relatively few Heavenly Eye People wished they could stay away from this group of plague-bringers immediately.
They didn't care about the points anymore! They just wanted to survive!
At the same time, the war zones that had eaten the Heavenly Eye People were usually the strongest ones. They knew that escaping separately would be useless no matter