"Top of the second level! Top of the second level!"
In the gathering place that was dug into an isolated island, Tyer yelled at the top of his lungs, constantly directing the third order in the front row to evacuate backwards.
In order to stop the insect tide, they had to dig a hundred-meter deep pit in the land around the gathering place, just like a moat, protecting the entire gathering place.
However, in the face of a large number of insects, it does not have a good effect.
Looking at the corpses that were almost filling up in the pit, he felt a numbness in his scalp.
Those densely packed compound eyes were stacked on top of each other, and the hissing sound of insects filled his brain.
This is hell...
"No! Lord Tyr! Even if you put all the second levels up, it's useless!"
"They can't hold it back at all, there are already three levels of insects appearing!!"
"You have to carry it even if you can't bear it! You must let Level 3 rest!"
The tremors of the earth did not stop for a moment.
Tyr tightly clenched the battle ax in his hand, feeling desperate.
It was already dark on the fourth day.
Wave after wave of insects came in like a tidal wave, leaving no one with any time to breathe.
If they hadn't had enough third-order soldiers, and if Lord Renn hadn't informed him of the news in advance, they would have probably been wiped out.
On the ground, the bitten bones were scorched black, corroded by the blood of insects.
Just like fighting zombies, when fighting bugs, they have to be extremely careful about the blood that splatters. These bugs are like perfect biological weapons. Even if they are injured or dead, they will cause huge damage to the enemy before dying!
Often, as long as an awakened person breaks away from the formation, the group of insects will drag them into the insect tide and eat them. Nothing excites these monsters more than human flesh. In Thiel's eyes, in the area where the battle was the fiercest, a disabled third-level man was hooked on the thigh by a millipede just as he was about to retreat.
The thigh muscles were pulled out in an instant like beef tendons. It was just this short stagnation. In just a few seconds, the man screamed in agony and even his intestines were pulled out by these monsters. He was like a rag doll. Swallowed up.
There are no fighting skills to speak of. With enemies on all sides, the only thing you can do is to use all means to eliminate them!
My heart bleeds.
Tyr's eyes were red, and his psychic energy was nearly exhausted.
After a long battle, the only one who still has combat power is the melee type. As those who use physical combat, they are the last hope for the defense line.
But people are not machines, they cannot take turns and rest, and they cannot withstand even the third level. A slight mistake and it is death.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
"Save me...save..."
"Buzz buzz--"
In the center of the battlefield, which was like a millstone, large numbers of flying giant locusts swooped down like ospreys.
In an instant, he picked up several second-level awakeners in his mouth. The mouthparts that opened and closed rapidly were like a crusher, biting the skulls into pieces the moment he caught them. Balls of blood mist exploded, and before there was even time to scream, several headless corpses trembled for a while before being thrown into the insect tide below.
The insects that raised their heads and hissed quickly formed a mountain of insects under the temptation of flesh and blood, greedily tearing apart pieces of flesh.
"It's over...We're completely done..."
Seeing another wave of flying insects, the large number of second-order soldiers who were forced to the front line all showed despair.
The ground and air were attacked at the same time. Their mobility was far inferior to that of the third-level awakened beings. There was no way they could survive.
In the face of death, the formation instantly panicked.
Panic spread.
Yes, they are indeed well-trained, and each one is a carefully selected awakened person. Anyone placed in the Soviet-Russian theater would be considered a leader.
But in the face of a cruel large-scale battle, everyone is cannon fodder.
There is nothing more hopeless than losing hope.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they may still have the fighting spirit. But now, they really can't see where the insect tide ends.
Each wave is stronger and more numerous than the last, and the attack time is also shortened!
The total number of casualties in the entire Soviet Russia has exceeded 30%, and half of the warning line will soon be breached. Even at the third level, more than 80 people have been killed. This ratio is even close to that of the second level!
Such a tragic sacrifice was simply unbearable for them.
"We can't win! We can't win!"
"Ren won't come at all!"
"Escape! Let's escape!!"
Crying bitterly.
On the front line, an awakened person holding a pair of swords collapsed and dropped his weapon.
He wants to go home, to his war zone!
His wife is still waiting for him. He is the only support for their family of three from the end of the world to the present. He doesn't want to die here, he can't even turn into a zombie!
Just a second ago, he watched helplessly as his comrade was penetrated by more than a dozen mouthparts. His whole body was like jelly, with only a layer of skin left in the blink of an eye. The bugs that then pounced on him tore his body apart, and hot blood splashed on his face, just like the straw that broke the camel's back.
Even when facing the zombie tide and the terrifying mutants, he has never been so desperate.
Lord Tyr told them that an extremely powerful person would appear soon, but what about people! ? Where are the people! ?
He only knows that he can't hold on until that time, and he will die now!
The expression on his face, which was corroded into honeycombs by insect blood, was ferocious.
Sanity breaks down.
Having been fighting continuously for more than eighty hours, their physical strength and will had reached their limits.
"No retreat!!"
"Who dares to retreat! Whoever I kill!!"
"Your Excellency Ren is on his way here! Are you going to become cowardly deserters!!"
Standing on the slope of the insect shells, the third-level awakener in charge roared over, his bloodshot eyes almost bursting out of his eyes.
He never rested, and even one of his left hands was corroded alive when he killed the third-order toothed beetle.
But can you escape? cannot!
There is no way out, there are insects wherever you go! The only thing they can do is fight and fight and fight!
Even if it's not for the Soviet Union, it's not for the fate of our own war zone. For themselves, they have to fight their way out.
But roaring is useless.
With the appearance of the first deserter, gaps suddenly began to appear in the melee-type awakeners at the forefront. The defense line began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, a small number of the third-level people in the gathering place who had been rotated out suddenly had their eyes cracked.
The defense line cannot be breached!
Once a rout is formed, everyone will be scattered!
"Kill back!"
"Go back and block the gap!!"
Under the dim sky, everything is rare and depressing. The roaring commander looked at the escaping awakened ones sadly. He wanted to kill them to prevent their retreat, but he found that he had no psychic power in his body at all.
"All Level 3s stop taking a rest! Keep fighting!!"
Not bothering to stop the deserters, Tyer sighed sadly when he realized something was wrong, and had no choice but to pick up his weapon again and attack the insect tide.
A shadow fell on his back, like a shambling old man.
...
Thirteen minutes later.
As sounds of begging for mercy rang out, the first few awakened people to escape were mercilessly executed.
The head rolled to the ground and landed among the insect corpses.
Although they were deserters, every face was pitted and they had fought bravely.
"Click"
Lighting a cigarette, Tyer raised the cigarette to his mouth tremblingly, pulled the corners of his mouth painfully and took a deep breath.
He sat helplessly on the mountain of corpses, looking at the earth silently.
The battle ax was placed by his side, and the communication tool tightly clenched in his left hand.
Looking at the bloody setting sun of the double sunset, he couldn't help but reveal a sad smile on his face.
"Your Excellency Ren..."
"Where are you..."
"We really can't hold on any longer..."
