Novel Full Chapter 329: Lock the Door, Trap the Dog! An Encirclement Battle!
Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Lock the Door, Trap the Dog! An Encirclement Battle!
The enemy’s main force of 100,000 troops has reached the edge of the basin.
Shadow Chairman, Sky-Shattering Chieftain, and Flesh Temple Lord stand at the very front.
Instead of anger, they break into joy upon seeing the vanguard army frantically grabbing resources inside the basin.
Through their mind link, Sky-Shattering Chieftain’s voice rings out to the entire army: “So many resources! Worth sending the whole army in!”
“Send the full force into the basin. Let’s go all out and grab everything!”
The 100,000-strong main army surges into the basin with a roar.
Violet watches the endless flow of enemy troops pouring in. She closes her eyes, worried.
She knows that acting so recklessly is dangerous. If the enemy’s strength matches her own legion,
she will soon be trapped in a nightmare.
At the Dawn City command center,
Logan slowly rises to his feet.
Inside him, his familiar space is fully opened.
Logan speaks, his voice cold and filled with undeniable intent to kill:
“Lock the door and trap the dog. Start now.”
Smoke fills the battlefield in the basin.
No sooner are Logan’s words spoken than a space crack a thousand meters long tears across the battlefield, stretching from one side of the sky to the other.
The edges of the crack tremble and shudder, the space barrier breaking apart. A black tide pours out from the rift.
In the first wave, 600,000 Legend stage black ants flood into the battlefield.
These black ants have not yet completed their final evolution. Each one is firmly at the 28-star Legend stage.
They wear black, hard shells and have fangs sharp as blades. The energy storage sacs on their abdomens flash with dark red light.
Once the energy inside these sacs explodes, it equals the desperate strike of a Legend stage powerhouse.
In other words, each black ant is a moving self-destruct bomb.
In just a few breaths, the ant swarm rushes toward the edges of the basin like a black tide.
The ground under Logan’s gaze is completely covered in black. The earth shudders and rumbles under the weight of their feet.
Golden Ant King Black One has now broken through to the 32-star Saint stage.
It hovers high above the center of the swarm, its body as large as a heavy war vehicle.
Its entire form is covered in dark golden armor, and six membrane wings behind it vibrate at high speed.
Its antennae vibrate at high frequency, releasing ultrasonic screams that pierce through the noise of the battlefield.
Command after command flows precisely into the minds of every ant. Soon, the entire black ant swarm forms into many conical battle formations.
At the same time.
Deep inside Logan’s familiar space, another 600,000 Dragon-Rhino Horned Ants wait in formation.
These are the final, evolved forms of the black ants. Each one has reached the Saint stage.
After the entire Legend stage black ant army left Logan’s familiar space, Logan quietly closed the teleportation gate of that space. He did not release this core combat force right away.
On the rocky high ground to the east of the basin.
The Sky-Shattering Chieftain stands tall. He is three meters tall.
His muscles bulge like stone, and a curved, blood-red horn grows from his head.
His presence alone is so fierce that even other Saint stage warriors dare not approach. It’s clear he has already taken one foot into the Demigod stage.
Looking at the black tide sweeping toward him, a glaring bloodlight flickers across his horn.
Then, Sky-Shattering Chieftain throws his head back and laughs wildly. His voice rings out like a loud gong: “Hahaha! So this is humanity’s trump card. How stupid!”
“The ants are just ants! No matter how many there are, they’re mass-produced trash. More of them is just a joke!”
“Phew, they’re only at the Legend stage. Any one of us could crush thousands of them without a second thought!”
Standing beside the Sky-Shattering Chieftain, the Flesh Temple Lord is wrapped in thick, blood-red mist.
His body is a patchwork of stitched-together flesh, with a pulsating red crystal core floating right where his heart should be.
In a voice that sounds like metal grinding against metal, the Flesh Temple Lord speaks: “These 28-star garbage piles don’t even have the right to be food for my blood!”
“A simple wave of our hand can crush tens of thousands. Their flesh and blood will do good as food for my clan’s soldiers.”
Hearing this, the Sky-Shattering Chieftain grins widely. “Then you’d better hurry up and clear them out. My soldiers are waiting to carry away the World Tree supplies!”
Just as the two were planning how to split the wealth before them, the Shadow Chairman let out a light cough.
Violet turns her head. The Shadow Chairman is standing in the shadows, draped in a layer of black tulle, revealing only cold, gray eyes devoid of any warmth.
She glances briefly at Violet, then sweeps her gaze over the ant swarm before speaking coldly: “A pile of bugs. No matter how many come, they’ll die.”
“So this is Pinocchini’s trick. They have no more tricks left, so they’re just sending these cannon fodder to die.”
“Everyone, hurry up. After we loot the World Tree, we’re heading for Pinocchini.”
Hearing this, Violet immediately urges her Nightmare Warhorse around and rides up close to the Shadow Chairman.
Because she’s pushing her legs too hard, her mount lets out a painful neigh, its hooves digging frantically into the ground as it spins in place, anxious and agitated.
Violet looks toward the front lines of the battlefield, where a bloody massacre has just begun. Turning back, she warns: “Mother, Great Chieftain, this doesn’t feel right!”
“These black ants almost all Self-Destruct right before they die. The rhythm of their Self-Destruct is too regular. It’s suspicious.”
“And they are constantly adjusting their tactics, forcing our warriors to switch Battle Styles constantly. To me, this frequency feels less like a battle and more like a combat power test for our soldiers!”
Hearing this, Violet’s eyes trembled. She shouted loudly, “Mother, those black ants must be recording our soldiers’ abilities and data! We must retreat, re-scout, and re-plan our tactics!”
The Shadow Chairman looks at Violet and cuts her off directly: “Violet, you’re too timid. You’re actually scared by the sheer number of humans.”
Turning to her side, the Shadow Chairman orders, “Black Blade, take your men and crush them. Hurry up and end this. Don’t waste time.”
Black Blade steps forward in response.
He stands two-and-a-half meters tall, his body covered in heavy black bone armor. Two massive bony wings stretch out from his back.
With a sudden flap of his bone wings, he kicks up a cloud of dust and debris, sending his whole body shooting toward the front lines like a falling star.
Next, he raises a blood-red long blade, pointing its tip directly at the ant swarm ahead. Roaring, he shouts, “Heroes of the Ancient Beast Clan! Tear these bugs apart! Let them know the gap between the Saint stage and the Legend stage is like heaven and earth! Charge!”
As Black Blade’s voice fades, five thousand vanguard soldiers instantly break their scattered formation.
At the very front, three hundred Saints at the 32-star level and above lead the charge.
Behind them, hundreds of Ancient Beast Clan warriors simultaneously unleash their savage bloodlines. Their bodies swell to three times their normal size, and corrosive venom drips from the fangs at the corners of their mouths.
After this burst of power, their strength increases tenfold, their defense by five times, and their speed by three times. Their overall combat power has surged amazingly.
As these Ancient Beast Clan warriors charge, the ground around them begins to shatter and tremble.
Behind the warriors, hundreds of flesh puppets from the Bloodline Temple release blood mist simultaneously.
The red blood mist covers a range of a hundred meters. Wherever the mist touches a target, it causes flesh to explode.
Hidden deep within the blood mist, the indistinct faces of countless screaming people can be seen.
The black ant army is instantly engulfed by the blood mist, and soon a series of explosions rips through the ranks.
Even the black ants that barely survive are hunted down and assassinated by Abyss Stalkers hiding in the void shadows.
Luckily, the black ants have tough hides. Plus, they 100% Self-Destruct upon death, a trait that causes the enemy real trouble.
While they can’t trade one for one, getting a five-to-one kill ratio with a Self-Destruct is definitely possible.
Logan watches the battle coldly and adjusts his strategy immediately.
Through his mind link, he issues orders to the entire ant swarm: “Legions 1 through 10, initiate suicidal charges. Activate Self-Destruct cores.”
“Target: test the front-line defense strength and skill cooldown times.”
No sooner are Logan’s words spoken than the abdomens of the 600,000 Legend stage black ants flare with a blinding red light.
Ignoring all attacks coming their way, they charge straight for the enemy formation in a frenzy.
The moment they reach the enemy lines, they detonate all the energy stored inside their bodies instantly.
The explosion of these 28-star Legend stage black ants deals massive area damage equivalent to a Legend stage expert’s final, desperate strike.
With a kill radius of over a kilometer, the combined power of these explosions is so great that even Saint stage experts would suffer severe injuries.
BOOM!
BOOM!
…
Deafening roars echo endlessly across the battlefield.
The energy shockwaves from the black ants’ Self-Destructs burst out in a chain reaction throughout the basin.
The rage-fueled bodies of the Ancient Beast Clan warriors are blasted apart, sending flesh and blood flying.
Even the blood mist from the Bloodline Temple’s flesh puppets is blown away by the relentless shockwaves.
The hardest hit of all are the Shadow Assassins.
They were hiding safely in the void until the explosions rippled through their space, forcing them to manifest from the shadows.
Once they appear, they are immediately swarmed and torn apart by the rushing ants.
When the first wave of Self-Destruct shockwaves finally dies down, the enemy losses are clear:
Over a hundred Ancient Beast Clan warriors are dead on the spot.
Hundreds of the Bloodline Temple’s flesh puppets are destroyed.
Dozens of Abyss Stalker assassins are killed.
Watching this carnage, the Sky-Shattering Chieftain frowns deeply: “Damn it! They dare to hurt my troops!”
As soon as he speaks, a blinding beam of light shoots from the horn on his head: “Power Suppression! Freeze them all!”
With his command, golden ripples of rule spread out instantly.
Within a ten-li radius, all targets below the 28-star level slow down by 90%.
The black ants covered by the rule ripples move sluggishly. Their perfectly synchronized Self-Destruct rhythm is completely broken.
“Hmph, you overconfident bugs. I’ll teach you a lesson!” the Flesh Temple Lord snaps, his hands moving rapidly to form hand seals.
He lets out a guttural, cryptic roar and casts [Flesh Rule: Blood Devour].
A surge of blood erupts from the ground like a boiling fountain, and the blood spring instantly swallows tens of thousands of black ants.