The protagonist sits in the center of the anthill, constantly deploying troops, and little by little sending the reserves in the rear to rotate the troops on the front line, hoping to alleviate some casualties in this way.

A few lucky soldiers who have just been infected, as long as they can be carried back to the rear by their comrades in time, at this time the parasite bacteria that have just burrowed into the body have not yet wrapped around the nerves, the ants can pull out the parasites and kill them, and the injured ants can basically recover after a period of recuperation, even if they are not qualified for the duties of standing soldiers, it is still possible to retire and become a local garrison soldier, at least they have saved their lives and have not become living dead ants.

Once the parasite bacteria are entangled in the nerves or internal organs, the ant will be dead and lifeless, and even if the body is brought back, it can only be killed first, so as not to infect other compatriots after the mutation.

But the protagonist's rotation measures have had little effect, all passages on the front line have fallen into chaotic battles, many front-line troops have no chance to withdraw at all, both sides are fighting with flesh and blood, winning that chance of victory, casualty data, just a data, except for the protagonist, no ant will care.

Compared to the weak army of the Divine Envoy King, the parasitic army does not care about casualties, they have a steady stream of replenishment on the ground, and the bloodlust and fanaticism stimulated by the hormones secreted by parasitic bacteria also make them fearless and extremely belligerent, like pure killing machines.

As the bee passage at the top of the anthill was discovered by the enemy, some small and medium-sized parasitic war beasts poured in, and the battle became white-hot.

All the lines of defense were constantly relaying urgent information, and the entire anthill was like a hot iron pot, and everything inside was boiling.

Even in the safe depths of the anthill, the protagonist can feel the temperature around him rising, which is the heat brought by the gathering and fighting of large groups of creatures, which cannot be poured in time through the exhaust holes, and accumulate little by little; He felt the dense vibrations under his feet, which was the rhythm of war, which meant fighting and struggling, wounded and dead; He smelled a mixture of blood, corpse, and corruption, the smell of parasites like they had come from hell.

There are fewer and fewer reserves around the protagonist who can be called, and they are all filled in the bottomless pit by the protagonist.

In the end, the protagonist has to go into battle with several squads himself - because the bee passage is in a hurry.

- I'm the dividing line -

In the dark, the protagonist can still clearly see everything that is happening in front of him. The air holes in his abdomen made a rapid wheezing sound, which was caused by the excessive oxygen consumption of his body, 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 are passively breathing.

His body trembled violently, just like wheezing, which was caused by the excessive energy consumption of his body.

The state of "God descends to earth" has been maintained to the limit, and the protagonist feels that the muscles of his body are almost torn, and the pain is terrible at the same time, so that he wants to lie down on the spot, regardless of the muddy road under his feet soaked in blood and tissue fluid, just lie down and never get up again.

But reason tells the protagonist not to do this, and the originally silent environment becomes noisy again, and various groups of voices come to his mind through the tentacles, all telling him that he has not left the dangerous front-line battlefield.

The ant shadows are numerous, the ant heads are crowded, and the figure of the huge parasitic war beast is becoming clearer and clearer.

The protagonist can't remember how many parasitic beasts he has killed.

But the enemy was still coming, and even if the corpses on the ground had piled up to block the passage, the enemy would quickly push them away or even tear them apart, and continue to advance along the passage, which was already as bloody as a slaughterhouse.

If it weren't for the timely support of the protagonist, the Divine Envoy King's troops stationed here would have been defeated under the combined attack of parasitic war beasts, parasitic ants and silk parasites.

The protagonist has to admit that he underestimated the threat of silk parasites in this environment. The silk thread parasite encountered in the wild has never been so threatening. Even, the protagonist feels that the parasitic war beasts and parasitic ants in front of him are more fierce and difficult than the ones he has encountered before. It's like the difference between the regular army and the guerrillas.

This time, the protagonist kicks the iron plate, but he doesn't have time to regret it, and another parasitic centipede writhes its scalp-tingling body and squeezes into the gap between the corpse of a parasitic dung beetle and the wall of the passage.

The warriors of the king pounced on them, and they bit the half of the centipede's protruding body, biting its arthropods, and clashing with its hideous and huge mouthparts.

The protagonist reluctantly lifts up his strength, drives his already weak body, and moves forward. These parasitic beasts are tenacious and have no obvious weaknesses, and if they are allowed to slaughter on a large scale, the few warriors left around them will soon be swept away.

The protagonist can't remember how long it's been since he's been on the front lines like this, and as a Supreme Commander, he's used to commanding troops from the safety of the rear, as if they were playing a real-time strategy game. Now, like in a fighting game, he's not just trying to win, he's struggling to survive.

Adrenaline is secreted in large quantities again, suppressing negative information such as soreness, weakness, pain, and trance, and the brain regains clarity again, and the strength has also recovered somewhat, but each time the state is maintained for a shorter and shorter time, and the sequelae will be longer and longer.

The protagonist also knows that his body is overloaded, but he has no choice.

It's not huge.,But the massive copper hammer was swept out with force.,I don't know if it's because of muscle detachment.,It didn't hit the parasitic centipede's brain as the protagonist expected.,Directly shattered all the nerves inside.。

The copper hammer smashed on the carapace of a piece of the body behind the centipede's head, and no matter how strong the carapace was, it could not withstand the direct impact of this blunt instrument with its own armor-piercing attributes, and the carapace shattered and the flesh and blood blurred.

But the centipede did not die, its long body made its fragile internal organs evenly distributed throughout its body, and a serious injury in one place did not kill it immediately.

In pain, the centipede reached out and retracted half of its body.

Just when the protagonist breathed a sigh of relief and had just exited the state of "Heavenly God Descended to Earth" and was about to take a breath.

I saw two long, arthropod-like poisonous needles writhing like snakes deep out of the gap, and the tail was connected to the fiery red link-like body of the parasitic centipede.

The "alarm bell" in the protagonist's mind, before he could react, a thick purple mist had been sprayed out of the poisonous needles behind the buttocks of the two centipedes...

The protagonist wants to hold his breath, but his weak body is panting heavily, and he has already inhaled part of the poisonous gas, and a spicy and stimulating taste comes to his mind, and the protagonist immediately loses his will on the dangerous battlefield.