The protagonist sits in the center of the ant mound, constantly dispatching troops and generals. Little by little, he will send the reserve team in the rear to look for opportunities to rotate out the front-line troops, hoping to reduce some casualties in this way.
As long as a few lucky newly infected soldiers can be carried back to the rear by their comrades in time, and the parasitic bacteria that have just entered the body have not yet wrapped around their nerves, the ants can pull out the parasitic bacteria and kill them. You can basically recover after a day of rest. Even if you are not qualified for the position of a standing soldier, you can still retire and become a local garrison soldier. At least you can save your life and not become a living dead ant.
Once the parasitic bacteria entangles the nerves or internal organs, the ant will die. Even if the body is brought back, it can only be killed first to avoid infecting other compatriots after mutation.
However, the protagonist's rotation measures have had little effect. All channels on the front line have fallen into chaos. Many front-line troops have no chance to withdraw. Both sides are fighting with their flesh and blood to win the slightest chance of victory. The casualty data is just a statistic. That's all, no ants except the protagonist will care.
Compared with the weak King's Legion, the parasitic army does not care about casualties. They have a steady supply of supplies from the ground. The bloodthirsty and fanaticism stimulated by the hormones secreted by the parasitic bacteria also make them fearless and extremely warlike. Like pure killing machines.
As the bee channel at the top of the ant mound was discovered by the enemy, some small and medium-sized parasitic beasts poured in, and the battle became intense.
All lines of defense are continuously transmitting back urgent information. The entire ant mound is like a heated iron pot, and everything inside is boiling.
Even in the safe depths of the anthill, the protagonist can feel the surrounding temperature rising. This is the heat brought by the gathering and fighting of large groups of creatures. It cannot be poured out in time through the exhaust holes and accumulates little by little; he feels that under his feet The dense vibration was the rhythm of war, meaning fighting and struggle, injury and death; he smelled a smell that was mixed with blood, corpse odor and decay, which was the smell of parasitic bacteria brought from hell.
There are fewer and fewer reserves around the protagonist, and they are all filled in by the protagonist like a bottomless pit.
In the end, the protagonist had to lead several teams into battle himself - because the bee tunnel was in a hurry.
——I am the dividing line——
In the darkness, the protagonist can still clearly see everything happening in front of him. The air holes in his abdomen made a rapid wheezing sound, which was caused by the body's excessive oxygen consumption, like a person gasping for air after exercise.
Ordinary ants do not have this ability, which means that their bodies are actively breathing, while insects all breathe passively.
His body was shaking violently, as if he was panting. This was caused by excessive energy consumption in his body.
The state of "gods descending to earth" has been maintained to the limit. The protagonist feels that all the muscles in his body are almost torn. The pain is severe and the soreness is terrible, which makes him want to lie down on the spot, regardless of the blood and tissue fluid under his feet. The road is all muddy, just lie down and never get up again.
But reason tells the protagonist not to do this. The originally silent environment becomes noisy again, and various groups of voices enter his mind through the tentacles. Everything tells him that he has not left the dangerous front-line battlefield.
Ant shadows and heads swarmed around, and the figure of the huge parasitic war beast became increasingly clear.
The protagonist can no longer recall how many parasitic beasts he has killed.
But the enemies are still coming in a steady stream. Even if the corpses on the ground have piled up and blocked the passage, the enemies will quickly push these corpses away or even tear them into pieces, and continue to advance along the passage that is already filled with blood like a slaughterhouse.
If it weren't for the protagonist's timely support, the Angel King's troops guarding here would have been defeated by the combined attacks of parasitic war beasts, parasitic ants, and thread parasitic fungi.
The protagonist had to admit that he underestimated the threat of thread-parasitic bacteria in this environment. The thread-parasitic fungi encountered in the wild have never been so threatening. Even the protagonist feels that the parasitic beasts and parasitic ants in front of him are more fierce and difficult to deal with than they have encountered before. Just like the battle between the regular army and the guerrillas is so different.
This time, the protagonist kicked up the iron plate, but before he could regret it, another parasitic centipede twisted its numb body and squeezed into the gap between the corpse of a parasitic dung beetle and the passage wall.
The warriors of the God Envoy King next to them rushed forward. They bit the centipede's protruding half body, biting its joints, and clashed with its ferocious and huge mouthparts.
The protagonist reluctantly gathered his strength, drove his already weak body, and moved forward. These parasitic beasts have tenacious vitality and no obvious weaknesses. If they are allowed to massacre, the few remaining warriors around them will soon be swept away.
The protagonist can't remember how long it has been since he fought on the front line like this. As a top commander, he is used to commanding troops from the safe rear like a real-time strategy game. Now, like a fighting game, he not only has to win, but also struggles to survive.
Adrenaline is secreted in large quantities again, suppressing negative information such as soreness, weakness, pain, and trance. The brain regains its clarity and strength, but the duration of each state is getting shorter and shorter, and the sequelae will become longer and longer. .
The protagonist also knows that his body is overloaded, but he has no choice.
The copper hammer, which was not huge but had a huge mass, was swept out with great force. I don't know if it was due to muscle failure, but it did not hit the parasitic centipede's brain as the protagonist expected, directly smashing all the nerves inside. .
The copper hammer hit a piece of carapace on the back of the centipede's head. No matter how strong the carapace was, it could not withstand the direct impact of this blunt instrument with armor-breaking properties. The carapace shattered and the flesh and blood became a mess.
But this centipede did not die. Its long body made its fragile internal organs evenly distributed throughout its body. A serious injury in one place would not kill it immediately.
In pain, the centipede retracted half of its body.
Just when the protagonist breathed a sigh of relief and had just exited the state of "God descends to earth" and was about to take a breath.
Two long arthropod-like poisonous needles that twisted like snakes were seen coming out of the gap, and the tail ends were connected to the fiery red link-shaped body of the parasitic centipede.
"Alarm bells are ringing" in the protagonist's mind. Before he can react, a thick purple mist has been ejected from the poisonous needles behind the two centipedes' butts...
The protagonist wanted to hold his breath, but his weak body was gasping for air. He had already inhaled part of the poisonous gas. A spicy and stimulating smell entered his mind, and the protagonist immediately lost his will on the dangerous battlefield.
