Novel Full Chapter 645 The Fight Continues
Chapter 645 The Fight Continues
Crusher’s face tightened with determination as he surveyed the gruesome aftermath of the aerial battle. Despite the devastating losses, he knew he still had a trump card hidden in his arsenal.
“Insect-Bee, sweetheart! Blow them up,” he commanded, his voice carrying a blend of urgency and resolve.
kilometers away, Insect-Bee received the order and wasted no time in relaying it to the fallen FlameBorne Ants scattered across the battlefield. The torn and battered bodies of the once-majestic creatures began to glow ominously, a prelude to the impending explosions.
Explosions erupted across the battlefield, a cacophony of fiery destruction that lit up the darkened landscape. The undead, caught off guard by the sudden detonations, were engulfed in a maelstrom of flames and debris. It was a desperate gambit, a last-ditch effort to turn the tide of the battle.
Amidst the chaos, Crusher, perched atop the body of an undead creature, observed a development that sparked a glimmer of hope. Though unsure and needing confirmation, he glimpsed a potential strategy that could tip the scales in their favor. Determination etched on his face, he muttered to himself, “I have to go back.”
In the distance, a lone FlameBorne Ant flew riderless, an opportunity for Crusher to return swiftly to the sanctuary. He wasted no time, leaping from one undead creature to another until he reached the ant. With a swift ascent into the air, he embarked on the journey back to the territory, driven by the urgency to explore the newfound advantage and bring hope to the embattled defenders.
“We barely made a dent in their ranks,” Scarface muttered solemnly, standing alongside Father Black. The air hung heavy with the weight of the ongoing battle. Father Black sighed in agreement, acknowledging the overwhelming odds they faced. “I know! But this is to be expected. After all, they are just too many.”
Crusher, having swiftly returned to the sanctuary, approached Father Black with a sense of urgency. “The explosions are not bad. But if we have enough fire, it would aid our cause. Most of them down there are dried up. If we can get enough fuel, we could burn them. Besides, the undead commander does not have as much control as we think he does.”
Father Black’s expression shifted, curiosity replacing the weariness in his eyes. “What do you mean by this?” he inquired, eager to grasp any potential weakness in their formidable adversary.
Crusher’s analytical observations of the undead movement on the monitor piqued Father Black’s interest. As Crusher explained the differences in the speed of advance, highlighting the region where the Undead commander resided on top of the primordial beast, Father Black scrutinized the screen with a cigar hanging from his mouth. “I see,” he muttered, acknowledging the challenging task of controlling such a formidable creature.
Upon closer inspection, Father Black noticed certain dots that seemed stationary, particularly those by the sides and far behind the Undead commander. An idea began to form in Father Black’s mind, and he scratched his beard in contemplation. The wheels of strategy turned, and he spoke with a newfound determination, “Those at the sides and behind are not moving. We can take advantage of this.” 𝘳𝘦.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Crusher nodded in agreement, recognizing that exploiting the undead’s lack of mobility in specific areas could provide a tactical advantage. Father Black, with a glint of excitement in his eyes, outlined his plan to the gathered leaders and strategists in the room. They listened attentively, knowing that this idea might just be the turning point they desperately needed in the battle against the undead onslaught.
“We have to weaken his hold on the undead army!” Father Black’s voice resonated in the room, capturing the attention of everyone present. “There are two methods to doing this,” he continued, his words hanging in the air, “we either overload his control by handing him more creatures to control, or we wear him out mentally.”
A thoughtful silence filled the room as each person contemplated Father Black’s strategic considerations. Elder Zod, with a sudden spark in his eyes, interjected with a crucial insight, “We cannot sacrifice Insect-Bee’s Chimera ants to the Undead commander. Whether it slows his advance or not, we cannot give the enemy more armor to harm us, which leaves us with only one option.” Elder Zod raised his head, directing everyone’s attention to the monitor displaying the battlefield. With a pointed finger, he highlighted a particular dot, more distinct than the others.
“If your theory is current,” Elder Zod explained, “it would mean that if the primordial beast were to move into action, more mental energy and the power of the invitation stone would be needed. Therefore, stopping the remaining part of the army.” Father Black acknowledged Elder Zod’s observation with a nod, affirming, “That’s exactly my point.”
The leaders and strategists gathered in the room absorbed the gravity of the situation. The success of their plan hinged on disrupting the Undead commander’s control over the massive army, and everyone understood the significance of their next moves in this intricate chess game for humanity’s survival.
“But what will spring it to action?” Elder Zod asked, his tone laden with doubt. “That is a Great Demon rank existence. We are nothing before it. I doubt even Lady Vinegar can do anything about it. She is only in the Deep Demon rank. She is nowhere as powerful.”
However, Father Black’s wristwatch suddenly flashed with an alert. His eyes widened slightly, and a smile crept onto his face. “Don’t worry! It will work,” he assured them. Rising from his seat, Father Black addressed the gathered leaders and strategists with a confident demeanor. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have another 30 minutes before the core is ready for us to move the territory. We can do this.”
Father Black turned to Nikky, his gaze steady. “You are up next. I hope you are ready?” The anticipation in the room heightened as they awaited Nikky’s response, knowing that each step in their plan was critical for the success of their last stand against the relentless undead onslaught.