Chapter 785 - 141: Terror
Even though most of the bullets were blocked by the Fate Ants, Su Changxing kept firing round after round.
Such attacks didn’t consume much from it.
The sniper rifle bullets could also be quickly manufactured in large quantities within the Pocket Galaxy, easily keeping up with consumption.
Although his bullets were mostly intercepted by the Fate Ants, some still hit other insects.
This situation didn’t last long.
The Titan Insect Race launched a counterattack, with a large number of blue-green Essence Bees gathering in the sky and swarming towards them.
These insects flying in the sky, without close contact with the ones on the ground.
Though infected with the plague, they hadn’t reached the outbreak stage yet, maintaining a good status.
The problem was.
The brittle shells of these flying insects made them vulnerable, as a single bullet could pierce through four or five of them, causing them to fall from the sky like dumplings.
Meanwhile.
On the ground, Bloodhounds infected with the plague also gathered and swarmed towards them in groups.
These Bloodhounds were infected later, so their symptoms weren’t severe, maintaining certain combat effectiveness.
Under the threat of the plague, the Titan Insect Race resolutely launched a counterattack!
Su Changxing kept shooting while retreating, feeling reassured that these insects likely had no other means.
This was their desperate counterattack, their final struggle.
Even before these insects entered his sight, nearly a thousand had already died, especially the swarm of Essence Bees in the sky, which kept falling, unable to penetrate the dense barrage.
A large group of Bloodhounds with green fluorescence appeared in their view.
Bruce charged forward with a dark red Bone Greatsword, letting out a roaring howl.
With Bruce’s upgraded strength, handling these insects became much easier.
Mi and Bruce stood left and right at the forefront, blocking a large number of insects, though Bruce’s strength was still inferior to Mi’s.
However, every attack he made was with full force, recklessly ignoring defense, with Zhou Shen’s Ancient Character Armor constantly getting damaged, growing, and repairing.
His movements visibly sped up, with his power steadily increasing. From initially repelling two or three Bloodhounds with one strike, he managed to hit four or five later, his Bone Armor darkening in color.
Mi’s burden lightened significantly, as a considerable number of Bloodhounds were attracted to Bruce’s roar, displaying an unyielding resolve. Their original target was Su Changxing, yet they stubbornly encircled Bruce.
Due to the Bloodhounds gathering around Bruce, a single bullet from Su Changxing often pierced through five or six, causing significant damage.
As for the spine-shooting creatures, they were nowhere to be seen, presumably more susceptible to the plague than the lively Bloodhounds.
This time.
After thousands of insects died, none could even approach Su Changxing, while Bruce grew braver in battle, pressing forward against hundreds of insects without fear.
This was a battle where the outcome was predictable.
The Titan Insect Race understood there was no need to continue, as further sacrifices wouldn’t yield better results.
The latter half of the insects began to retreat towards the Insect Nest, withdrawing like a receding tide, orderly vanishing from the battlefield.
Subsequently.
Su Changxing observed the insects’ bodies breaking open one by one, collapsing onto the ground, committing mass suicide, with their blood and flesh swiftly absorbed by the ground, akin to being consumed by a blood-flesh fungi blanket.
"These insects are committing suicide!" exclaimed Kelsey with wide eyes, partly in disbelief at the motive.
Mi was also puzzled.
As a newer generation Titan Human, living in a post-catastrophe era, she hadn’t encountered the Titan Insect Race and didn’t understand their actions.
Su Changxing sensed something bad, as such aberrant behavior was unexpected, yet it definitely held a purpose for the Titan Insect Race, not a mere surrender through suicide.
In an incredibly short time, the remaining insects on the ground committed suicide, leaving behind a mass of dismembered corpses scattered on the ground.
Something was rapidly absorbing the insects’ limbs and blood.
The entire ground seemed to come alive, as if something was moving, faintly trembling.
This eerie scene also made Su Changxing pause, reminiscent of the museum where Divine Spirit descended in the Steam World.
It was the same sensation.
Subsequently.
A chilling aura emerged beneath the ground, from time immemorial, akin to an eye suddenly opening in the void, observing the surroundings.
"What is that thing!"
Du’an expressed shock, his previously smiling face quickly turning solemn.
He sensed the strange aura, his heart pounding wildly, and the black flames around him suddenly extinguished.
Something was awakening underground!
Su Changxing speculated it might be a High-Sequence Insect Race that slept underground for some reason, being awakened by the insects’ blood and flesh.
He had considered this possibility before.
Even if it were a High-Sequence Insect Race, he still had means to resist.
The spread of the plague was precisely his tactic and the reason he dared to come here.
His left eye emitted a dazzling white light, and a huge phantom appeared in the sky, resembling a snake, with a particularly clear dark green vertical eye.
Poison Eye!
This was the Poison Eye Domain triggered by faith, completely covering a range of several kilometers, maximizing the damage and effects brought by the plague.
He pushed the outbreak of the plague with all his might. That High-Sequence Insect Race, having absorbed the flesh and blood carrying the plague, naturally became infected as well.
With such a massive quantity of plague, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot withstand it.
Toxicity requires dosage. A small dose would not be lethal.
When the plague from so many insects converges in one place, it exhibits terrifying power.
A roar seemingly from the depths of the abyss could be faintly heard from afar, originating from underground, sharp and piercing.
With this roar, the ground began to shake slightly, as if something were about to emerge from below.
Su Changxing quickly retreated backward. Through the distribution of the plague, he sensed a gigantic creature, its entire body hidden beneath the earth.
The Insect Nest was established right atop that gigantic creature’s head.
These insects were not left behind by accident in the war; they were deliberately left to serve the High-Sequence Insect Race, which, for unknown reasons, slumbered here.
No mother insect existed here.
A part of this High-Sequence Insect Race’s consciousness replaced the mother insect’s role, controlling the insects above ground.
To the High-Sequence Insect Race, Low-Sequence insects and the meat worms on the flesh carpet are no different, merely tools.
A massive outbreak of plague erupted within the High-Sequence Insect Race, constantly attacking its body.
This attack ignored its immensely powerful body, eroding it bit by bit, followed by paralysis and chaos.
"Damn Divine Spirit!"
An unexpected roar exploded in Su Changxing’s mind.
A red spike stretched out from underground, shooting towards him. It didn’t seem fast, but Su Changxing had no time to react. As he saw the flying spike and attempted to respond, his body was swiftly pierced through.
His head shattered instantly under the horrific impact, with blood and flesh spraying everywhere.
Su Changxing fell to the ground, motionless, seemingly dead. After all, surviving such a terrifying attack is extremely difficult.
Yet even so, the plague still existed, still active, not disappearing with his death.
That thing was under his control, but it did not exist because of him, probably stemming from the Divine Spirit of the Ratman Statue.
"My lord!"
Du’an and Bruce exhibited expressions of disbelief, having never imagined that Su Changsheng would be so easily taken down by the High-Sequence insect lurking underground.
In their hearts, Su Changxing was equivalent to a Divine Spirit, granting them new life and vitality, a new meaning for existence, someone they were to serve eternally.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, Mi began chanting a spell, forming a large Magic Array centered on her.
But just as the magic was constructed, another flying spike emerged from underground, shooting towards her.
Due to Su Changxing’s precedent, she had some psychological readiness and dodged to the side immediately.
Yet the spike was too fast and not completely avoided, piercing a large bloody hole in her chest, with her left hand falling to the ground.
This was the power of great terror.
The High-Sequence Insect Race completely overpowered them with its strength.
Immediately.
The earth shook again.
A huge purple claw stretched out from underground, covered in green phosphorescence, full of plague.
This green giant claw was partially incomplete, with only three fingers, the incomplete part exposing bones and flesh, exuding a dense aura of death.
"Kill!"
Bruce roared, dragging his Great Sword forward, making a loud noise as he ran, leaping high to slash at the giant claw.
This moment.
This High-Sequence Insect Race did not launch a third spike, seemingly having expended its full strength in the first two attacks, helplessly watching.
With the roaring impact, a broken finger of the enormous purple claw, already damaged, was chopped off by Bruce’s sword.
Then.
The giant purple claw moved, slapping Bruce onto the ground like swatting a bug.
Bruce’s body was indeed tough, slammed into the ground with such force yet not dying, only his entire body riddled with cracks, half of his head smashed, yet he roared back, slashing with his sword again and again.
The Great Sword struck the purple giant claw, leaving mark after mark. Though not deep, they were quite visible.
Du’an also approached the enormous claw, unleashing a black stream of fire, ramming into it.
The black stream of fire was immensely powerful, directly piercing the purple claw, leaving a sizable pit, with black blood spreading within.
Most striking was the densely packed green phosphorescence within the flesh, layer after layer like myriad tiny insects in motion.
Typically, his attack would not inflict significant harm to this High-Sequence Insect Race.
But due to the accumulation of too much plague, the entire palm had already been corroded by the plague, with lower defense, easily pierced by the black stream of fire.