No screams, no panic, just action.
"Switch all plans to combat mode!" Louis ordered, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears, "The front line must not retreat, the second line must not be chaotic, and the third line should be ready for backup."
On the other side, at the northern valley of the Red Tide Territory, the army of insect corpses slowly poured in through the narrow valley entrance.
Their forms twisted and frenzied, their skin cracked and peeled, bones jutting out like blades exposed to the air.
In their eyes, mouths, and ears, purple-black mycelium pulsated, as if some form of life was struggling to hatch within them.
They were born from the deep layers of the Nest, having shed human rationality, yet retained a certain terrifying "combat instinct."
These insect corpses had no thoughts, but their movements were not purely blind charges.
