roccoschili Chapter 453: The Divine Mosquito Is Here, It’s Showtime
Chapter 453: The Divine Mosquito Is Here, It’s Showtime
Chu Sheng suppressed the excitement surging in his heart and thought:
’Lao Tong, update the data on the Nether Flame Insect Nest.’
[Current Insect Beast Types—]
[Spirit-Devouring Worm: 62,000 (Seventh-Grade Early Stage), 2,000 (Specially Modified)]
[Bloodthirsty Demon Bee: 196,000 (Seventh-Grade Early Stage), 4,000 (Fifth-Grade Late Stage/Peak)]
[Special Units: Warrior Mantis, Reconnaissance Louse, etc.]
[Current Remaining Life Essence: 26,080,390]
In other words, not counting those special units.
Chu Sheng now possessed an army of a full 258,000—nearly 260,000—Seventh-Grade Insect Beasts!
Two hundred and sixty thousand Seventh-Grade Insect Beasts!
What did that even mean?
After all, it was doubtful that all the publicly known Seventh-Grade Powerhouses in the entire Great Xia, added together, even reached a fraction of that number!
Although the combat power of a single Insect Beast was certainly no match for a Human Race powerhouse or other Demon Beasts of the same grade, their sheer numbers were more than enough to compensate for any gap in quality.
From this day forward, he, Chu Sheng, was a one-man, world-ending army!
...
While Chu Sheng was engrossed in mass-producing his forces, thrilled by the sheer size of his new army...
「On the city wall.」
However, Qin Zhen’s drumming had, at some unknown point, slowly faded to a halt.
His movements grew slower, and the fierce resolve on his face was gradually replaced by shock and disbelief.
He discovered that even with the three reinforcement armies fighting with all their might, even with everyone unleashing one hundred and twenty percent of their strength...
The Human Race was still losing.
And they were losing, faster and faster.
「High above the battlefield.」
Li Zhantian, bathed in blood, was a picture of wild fury. He brandished his long-handled broadsword with ferocious power, single-handedly battling three Monarch Level members of the Alien Race. Wherever his blade flashed, the void itself trembled, forcing the three Monarchs to retreat repeatedly, utterly unable to surround him.
Elsewhere, Tie Mulan was a testament to female prowess. Her movements were as elusive as a phantom, her longsword transforming into a sky of starlight that had two Monarch Level aliens dancing in the palm of her hand. She even seemed to have the upper hand!
As for Man Gu, the warrior from the Southern Borderlands, he was a brute through and through. He had long since abandoned all defense. Bare-chested, he charged like a cannonball into the heart of the Alien Race army, engaging a Monarch Level alien in a head-on brawl where every punch landed with earth-shattering force. A dozen Lord Level aliens surrounded him, attacking relentlessly, but they couldn’t even scratch him.
Besides them, the other surviving Emperor Realm Powerhouses of the Human Race had also erupted with their full power, some even burning their own life force to unleash their ultimate Forbidden Secret Techniques.
In the clash between the most powerful combatants, the Human Race was outnumbered. Yet, thanks to the fearless, death-defying spirit of these top-tier experts, they had miraculously managed to hold their ground.
However, the problem lay on the mid- and low-tier battlefronts.
It was the Fierce Soldier, Warrior, and War General Level aliens who were the true key to determining the war’s outcome.
In a one-on-one fight, due to inherent differences in their Cultivation Systems and physical attributes, Human Race warriors were simply no match for aliens of the same level.
Worse still, the Human Race soldiers were also vastly outnumbered.
Under these circumstances, the defensive lines of the Human Race were being rapidly devoured and were starting to collapse.
In less than half an hour.
The black tide of the Alien Race had already surged to within a thousand meters of the walls of Beitian Pass.
For the Alien Race, that distance was nothing more than one or two charges away.
On the wall, Qin Zhen lowered his drumsticks. It was as if all the strength had been drained from his body as he silently watched the one-sided slaughter below.
’How did it come to this?’
He had thought the return of the three armies would hold the line for at least an hour.
’If they could just hold on that long, other reinforcements from across Great Xia would arrive. The Northern Domain could still be saved.’
But reality had, once again, delivered a resounding slap to his face.
’So everything just now... was it all just the final death throes?’
’In the end, the Northern Domain was still going to fall.’
"Commander Qin!"
Beside him, an officer gave an anxious reminder, "The situation is irreversible! You must retreat, Commander! It’s too dangerous for you here!"
Hearing this, Qin Zhen stiffened, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
In the end, however, he shook his head and violently drew the sword from his waist.
"Retreat? To hell with retreating! Since I came here, I never planned on leaving alive!"
With that, he prepared to leap from the wall and charge out to fight the Alien Race to the death.
"Commander Qin! You mustn’t!"
The guards beside him grabbed him, holding him back as they pleaded, "You’re the acting head of the Military Department right now! If something happens to you, the entire command structure will fall into chaos, and Great Xia will truly be finished! Where there’s life, there’s hope, Commander!"
Their words were like a bucket of cold water dumped over Qin Zhen’s head.
He was brought back to his senses.
He gazed at the hell on earth below, his face a mask of anguish and bitterness. Finally, he dejectedly loosened his grip on his sword, preparing to make a reluctant retreat under his guards’ protection.
But just then.
A BUZZ rang in his ear.
The mosquito that had annoyed him so much had, at some point, lazily drifted back to hover in front of him.
"BUZZ."
Chu Sheng pointed a wing at him, then pointed toward the rear. His posture, his movements—they were filled with undisguised mockery.
Though no one could understand the language of mosquitoes, everyone present instantly grasped its meaning.
Old man, drop the act. If you want to run, then hurry up and scram. Don’t be an eyesore.
Qin Zhen’s face immediately turned the color of liver.
He pointed at Chu Sheng, his whole body trembling with rage. "You... you damned mosquito! Are you mocking me?!"
"When I was killing enemies on the battlefield, you weren’t even a speck of dust!"
"You..."
Chu Sheng watched Qin Zhen’s apoplectic fit and let out another buzz.
’Ooh, did that strike a nerve?’
"You son of a...!" Qin Zhen was incandescent with rage. "Men! Seize it for me! This slacking, deserter mosquito! After the battle, I will personally pass judgment on it!"
Chu Sheng let out a derisive buzz, no longer bothering to waste time on the old fool.
He turned and looked down at the Alien Race army, now practically at their doorstep.
’Looks like it’s up to Lord Mosquito to handle this after all.’
Behind him, an Emperor Realm Powerhouse, obeying Qin Zhen’s command, was about to step forward and grab Chu Sheng.
But just as his hand was halfway raised, it froze in mid-air.
He stood as if paralyzed by an Immobilization Technique, his eyes wide with terror as he stared straight ahead.
There,
in the empty air behind Chu Sheng, a ferocious, pitch-black Insect Beast the size of a basketball suddenly materialized.
It was followed by a second, a tenth, a hundredth...
And then...
BOOM!!!
Like a bursting dam, like an erupting volcano!
Innumerable Insect Beasts swarmed out of thin air!
A hundred thousand! Two hundred thousand!
They were a dense, teeming mass that blotted out the sky and sun!
They formed a vast, boundless black cloud that completely enveloped the sky above Beitian Pass, blocking out every last ray of sunlight!
On the wall, Qin Zhen was frozen solid.
He stared upward, his mouth agape, his eyes looking as if they would pop from their sockets.
’How... How could there be so many Insect Beasts?’
’And... what kind of Insect Beasts are these? How can every single one have the aura of a Seventh-Grade? How can an Insect Beast even reach the Seventh-Grade?! How can there be so many Seventh-Grade Insect Beasts in this world?!’
’Most importantly, did all these Insect Beasts... did they all emerge from behind that mosquito?’
’Did *it*... summon them?’
It wasn’t just Qin Zhen. Everyone on the wall who witnessed this was stunned, shocked beyond all measure, their minds gone completely blank.
The sight before them completely shattered their understanding of the world. It was simply incomprehensible.
And beneath that terrifying cloud of insects,
Chu Sheng merely glanced back with contempt at the petrified fools behind him.
’Lord Mosquito, a deserter? Huh?’
’Lord Mosquito is a god! The Samsara Divine Mosquito!’
He turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
His huge compound eyes glinted with the cold indifference of a sovereign surveying his domain.
"BUZZ!"
My children, charge!
It’s showtime!