Dark Spirit City, the royal capital of Kweimans.
The castle looked like something from Earth's Middle Ages, yet dozens of electromagnetic pulse cannons stood atop its walls.
Six towers shimmering with pale blue light surrounded it, positioned to form a six-pointed star.
Before the Insect Race's Pangu Legion reached the royal capital of Kweimans, enormous steel walls had already enclosed the entire city.
Tens of thousands of fighter craft stood ready in the sky, while the ground forces numbered over a million.
When the Insect Race appeared on the horizon in a seemingly endless swarm, Kweimans' Grand Commander, Maze, sucked in a cold breath.
"Is this the legendary demon legion?"
A female general beside him said, "The Dark Prince has descended and unleashed the demon legion. The northern army can barely hold on. We're the last line of defense in Pras."
The warriors of Kweimans roared, casting their fear aside. Now there was only one path before them: hold the line!
The battle for Dark Spirit City began with Pangu's roar.
Hundreds of millions of insects surged toward the royal capital like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
Amid the thunder of artillery, flesh and blood flew. Sharp claws, massive pincers, venomous tails, spears, swords, and shields... magic and technology alike served the war.
The ground before Dark Spirit City became an enormous meat grinder. War devoured every life standing there, making no distinction between friend and foe.
After holding out for less than ten minutes, Kweimans's forward defenses began collapsing across the board.
Grand Commander Maze immediately ordered the vanguard to fight to the death without retreating, then had the gates shut at once.
"Grand Commander, are you abandoning them?"
"We have no choice. Let us hope their souls ascend to the Divine Temple."
The female general could not understand.