Gurgle, gurgle—
The enormous flesh pipe writhed like a giant python between the charred fissures in the rock, each pulse accompanied by the nauseating splatter of mucus.
The scout player crouching in the shadows of distant shelving wreckage held his breath. His tactical eyepiece fed high-definition footage into the frontline channel in real time. At the edge of his vision, countless defeated soldiers fleeing the outer fortresses were being roughly shoved into a meat-grinding intake dozens of meters across.
There was no mercy, only the piercing crack of bursting bones.
Batch after batch of broken crystal armor poured down the waste chutes, piling into cold crystalline graves across the basin, while the warm, thick flesh and viscera were endlessly pumped toward the nest workshops farther below.
The Tide Singer liaison accompanying the army watched the light screen. The ring-shaped psionic organs across the liaison's chest and abdomen contracted in succession, rapidly relaying battle reports from the depths.
The assessment from the front was cold and brutal.
These dismantled remains traveled through pipes and storage depots along the route, ultimately reaching the heavy-duty hatcheries near the subsidiary towers. The Architect had completely torn off its mask of hypocrisy. It was draining every last scrap of nourishment from the outer regions at any cost, even treating lesser creations that could no longer fight as feed. All the salvaged materials and nutrients were being concentrated in the depths to replenish the Tier Four war behemoths fighting the Tide Singers and the Carapace Legion!
[Vanguard Across the Realm]'s voice came through from the advance team:
"Tian Ce, we've locked down the coordinates."
[Vanguard Across the Realm] coldly slid the [Origin Fang] back into his belt, the deep-blue Flight Wings on his back trembling slightly. "We can't let this shipment reach the depths. Intercept it