Advance (6)

"This is how the Shrimp fight, you Snotling asshole—two strands of wire and a ditch, every damn time. Pure Jumpy brains!"

Grak watched as the advancing battle line was slowly swallowed by the legion and cursed loudly.

"Fighting these Shrimp is a damn disgrace—to me, and to the stuff they've got in their hands. Honestly, pure Jumpy."

Bandages still marked the warlord's arm, but they did not stop him from wielding his enormous Ripper. Yet after several straight days of this kind of attack-and-defense fighting, even he had lost his appetite for battle.

The humans had shown no intention of taking the initiative. To him, they were simply cowering behind their fortifications and waiting to die, or lurking in those trenches and taking potshots everywhere.

"The boss is right!"

Grak's words drew a burst of cheering from the surrounding bosses.

The warlord sniffed, reached out, and shoved his adjutant Kro to the front before saying,

"You fight today. I'm leaving. This ain't interesting."

"Uh..."

Kro clearly had not processed it yet. By the time he came to his senses, Grak had already turned to leave.

"Boss, where are you going?"

"To find the Overlord, then have a drink at Old Luo's. Get some hot-and-sour fried Squig too."

While Grak tossed aside his command duties to slack off, Guk remained at the front, watching the day's battle unfold.

To his considerable surprise, the humans' giant machines had not appeared all day. He did not know whether they were lying in ambush somewhere or had already fled.

He had even made a probing move because of it.

"Come on out..."

Through his binoculars, Guk could see a fan-shaped armored formation crossing the river valley from the west, their rolling tracks each kicking up clouds of dust.

It was the full strength of