Chapter 531: Chapter 531: The Siege

Looking out, what should have been a seabed brimming with coral, seaweed, and various glowing creatures, was now only an endless expanse of dark purple biological substrate, like some living, ugly carpet covering everything. On this substrate, countless pulsating Insect Race hatching chambers and Spore Cannon Towers stood, along with various grotesque Insect Race bioarchitecture, resembling a twisted forest. At the horizon, the earth suddenly collapsed, forming a gigantic chasm unimaginably large, as if leading directly to Hell. This was the ultimate target of this mission, the location of the Level three Nest. Even separated by such a distance, one could still sense the palpable pressure emanating from the void Insect Race within the depths of the chasm, and a low, chaotic psychic noise, as if composed of the wails of billions, constantly bombarding everyone's consciousness. At the edge of the chasm, countless thick, vein-like energy conduits writhed and stretched in all directions, connecting to those secondary nests on the periphery, forming a vast and evil life network. What made the scalp tingle even more was in the skies above this region completely transformed by the Insect Race, a dense swarm of Insect Race patrols were shuttling back and forth like storm clouds. The lurking sting shark group was like a ghost fleet, while split fin hunters shimmered with the cold light of their blades among the reefs, and giant plasma jellyfish floated slowly like death fortresses. This was the nest the Insect Race had established in this marine area, a nest cluster that had developed in a short time. The prelude to war was slowly unfolding at the edge of this extreme dark and oppressive Hell of the deep sea. Duke and over a dozen other Wizards arrived at the west side of the nest cluster according to the set plan, keeping a sufficient distance to avoid alarming the enemy. Simon was naturally there with him, worried as he looked at the scene in front of him. This was his first participation in such a large-scale task, yet he had not been to the Plane Battlefield, witnessing for the first time the spectacle of such a massive Slave Creature Legion on the move. All units silently entered their designated attack positions, like hunters lurking in the dark, with only the faint sound of water flowing. Duke and the other Wizards floated behind the west side of the nest cluster, peering through the dim waters at the twisted area covered by the Insect Race fungus mat in the distance. As this oppressive silence reached its peak, Duke's Black Sail Badge stirred, and a clear, cold command came through: "Attack all lines, commence." The command issued, the war machine rumbled to life.