Chapter 1110: Chapter 606, Nodal Organisms_3
Several Blood Sharks pulled out sniping blast bomb guns with long barrels and scopes, firing shot after shot, taking down the Sky Ghost Insects.
The variety of enemies increased, numbers began to swell, and the Interstellar Warriors faced rising pressure, with casualties gradually appearing.
But overall, they were still far from the point of being overwheld.
At this mont, the Think Tanks’ search yielded results.
As soon as the report reached Matins’ hands, he imdiately commanded the entire army to launch a strategic assault on the target location.
Despite the five-kiloter distance and obstruction by the Insect Swarm, the Interstellar Warriors, with their capabilities, would crash through in rely twenty or thirty minutes.
Their assault direction alard the node organism.
Finally, it stopped hesitating, prioritizing escape over the destruction of the Interstellar Warriors.
Simultaneously, the aerial units that had only been harassing from above initiated fierce dives, synchronizing with the ground swarm in a full-scale counterattack.
A Blood Shark Think Tank suddenly unleashed its Spiritual Energy, sending an invisible wave in a semi-circular arc sweeping through the air. A large batch of insectoid flying units was knocked away.
The units weren’t killed—the Think Tank was clearly experienced.
Killing enemies is arduous, but for aerial units far weaker than ground ones, targeted strikes to cripple wings or destroy flight organs can neutralize threats more efficiently.
The Phoenix warriors and Blood Sharks fought side by side—Phoenix warriors led to crush masses of enemies; Blood Sharks periodically accelerated outside the formation to eliminate high-threat units, while retreating inside to snipe targets with pinpoint firepower as support.
Their advance even outpaced the node organism’s escape!
Matins’ hawk-like eyes were astoundingly perceptive, sensing the panic of the node organism. The chaos within the swarm wasn’t a random frenzy but rather that of mindless disarray. The organism was desperately trying to break free from the battlefield’s constraints, attempting to flee into deeper hive depths.
Ultimately, the monstrosity was intercepted.
Facing the Interstellar Warriors, it revealed its terrifying true form: a towering six-ter predator with imnse power. Its grotesque alien head opened into rows of sharp fangs, with six pairs of predator eyes scattered across its head, ensuring precise enemy tracking. Eight forelimbs ard with various weapon types, massive recurved hind legs facilitating rapid movent, and a long, barbed tail trailing behind—all turned it into a creature of pure lethality.
Its appearance was utterly horrifying!
At this mont, the Insect Nest Tyrant finally realized escape was futile. It turned its colossal body, radiating despair and wrath, leading an elite squad of insect beasts charging aggressively at Matins.
The swarm surged forth like a tide, but against the firepower of the Interstellar Warriors, they were no more than suicidal ants. The cooperation between Phoenix warriors and Blood Sharks was impeccable—their tactical synergy seamless, as if they’d been battling side-by-side for years under identical training.
To so degree, that wasn’t entirely wrong; the Blood Shark Sect’s squad mainly consisted of new recruits drawn from the Alliance through blood taxes.
Despite rely half a year within the battle group, those rookies distinguished themselves with an astonishing level of performance, albeit only on simulation ranges. By the Blood Shark Sect’s standards, growth isn’t complete without baptism by the life-and-death struggles of real battlefields.
This didn’t bother Matins, though. When Blood Sharks insisted on sending such a team for joint missions, he didn’t complain about getting re rookies; rather, he felt relieved.
These Blood Sharks… how to put it—they seed like Phoenix warriors specializing in different areas.
Each bore distinct bloodlines, their Genetic Seeds shaping contrasting styles and techniques, yet their core spirit was strikingly unified—fighting for the Alliance. These quiet, young Blood Sharks, with full morale, eagerly followed Matins’ commands.
Besides, rookie or not, Matins knew their capability was unquestionable—on par with experienced Blood Shark veteran squads.
If given veteran Blood Sharks instead, surprisingly, they wouldn’t be as effective as these rookies.
Under Matins’ orders, the Interstellar Warriors adopted defensive stances. Matins himself stood prominently at the forefront, ready to confront their leader head-on.
Each step of the Insect Nest Tyrant resonated through the ground, its antennae thrashing as if attempting to tear apart the sky. Following it, a pack of savage elite insect beasts with eyes of cold instinct and burning hunger surged forward.
Two armies faced each other, forging a battlefield of inevitable death.
While the Interstellar Warriors clashed against elite Insect Nest Guards and warrior bug formations, Matins personally advanced to confront the Tyrant. In his grip, the Phase Sword glowed a ghostly green—a blade forged from pure energy, sharp enough to slice through all matter.
The Tyrant roared deafeningly with its wide maw, while Matins wordlessly countered, his decisive actions speaking louder than words. Navigating the battlefield at lightning speed, he evaded each of the Tyrant’s attacks, each agile dodge marking opportunities for his Phase Sword to strike.
The battle was fierce and rciless; every strike from the Tyrant possessed the force to obliterate all in its path. Yet Matins narrowly escaped each assault, wielding a swordsmanship of devastating ferocity—every swing severing chunks of the Tyrant’s flesh.
Finally, in a perfectly tid strike, Matins lunged with precision—his Phase Sword slicing through the Tyrant’s shell, embedding into its vital core. The Tyrant’s massive fra convulsed violently, collapsing as it released a final anguished cry before crumbling completely.
Standing over the Tyrant’s corpse, Matins’ breath was visibly uneven.
The Insect Nest Tyrant was no trivial opponent; it had records of single-handedly defeating Battle Group Champions and Battle Group Leaders in duels.
Matins himself bore several injuries, the most severe being a brutal strike from the Tyrant’s barbed tail.
Fortunately, Matins possessed not only champion-level combat prowess but also elite equipnt, ensuring ultimate victory was his.
With the fall of the node organism, the swarm abruptly lost its cohesion, scattering aimlessly. Stripped of coordinated strategy, the swarm’s numbers remained, but their nacing precision was now drastically diminished.
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