Chapter 657 - 218: The Oriole Behind the Terrifying Scheme

Chapter 657: Chapter 218: The Oriole Behind the Terrifying Scheme

Qin Feng took a deep breath. His figure flashed, and he transformed into a nearly imperceptible streak of light, vanishing into the distorted, shimmering radiance.

The moment Qin Feng passed through the spatial ripple, which undulated like the surface of water, and stepped into the Insect Race Secret Realm, a stench so thick it was almost tangible assaulted him. The reek of blood and scorched flesh, mixed with the unique acrid odor of the Insect Race, was nearly suffocating.

Before him lay a shattered and chaotic world.

The sky was an eerie, dark red, as if it had been soaked in endless blood.

The land was crisscrossed with ravines, and enormous explosion craters and torn gashes were visible everywhere.

As far as the eye could see, the entire world was paved with corpses. Savage, twisted remnants of Insect Race carapaces and limbs, alongside crude fragments of Green-skinned Orcs, were piled layer upon layer, creating a bloody, apocalyptic panorama.

Remnants of various power armors were scattered across the landscape, some still flickering with unextinguished energy arcs.

Clearly, before his arrival, this place had already witnessed countless battles of unimaginable ferocity.

Qin Feng did not act rashly.

Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, he silently reduced his presence to its absolute minimum. Then, his vast Mental Power, long since advanced to the River Realm, began to surge outward in all directions like an invisible, slow, and stealthy tide.

The entire process took a full ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, a flicker of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Hammer, integrate the data and construct a three-dimensional map."

"Command received. Constructing..."

On his power armor’s HUD, a staggeringly detailed holographic map of the secret realm quickly took shape.

Mountains, rivers, canyons, Insect Nests... all the terrain and geographical features were displayed in full view.

And on the map, several light dots of different colors were flashing, representing all the top-tier experts in this location.

’Four red dots of light. Those are Cang, Leng Yu, Flame Crow, and Mobi.’

Qin Feng’s gaze fell on the red dot closest to the entrance. ’Mobi is covering the rear, patrolling and monitoring the area near the entrance. It’s likely to prevent other Martial Artists from getting in and disrupting their plan. But... he didn’t detect me.’

’That brightest green dot is, without a doubt, the Green Skin Lord, "Big Belly." Its energy signature is even stronger than Cang’s, but it doesn’t seem to have reached the intensity expected of a Constant Star-level being. It’s far weaker than the Insect Nest’s Insect Queen.’

’Perhaps the Green-skins have another trick up their sleeve.’

’As for the largest orange dot in the center of the map... that must be the Insect Queen at the very core of the Insect Nest, the location of the Constant Star-level Nest’s Will.’

Qin Feng quietly watched the real-time dynamic map on his HUD. The entire battlefield situation was now as clear as day to him.

At this moment, a war of unprecedented scale was raging fiercely on the central plains of the secret realm.

Tens of millions of Green-skinned Orcs, roaring "WAAAGH!", clashed violently with an equally endless tide of insects.

Flashes of blades, roars of energy—tens of thousands of lives were being extinguished every second.

Mixed into this chaotic battlefield were even a considerable number of giant Insect Race units and Green-skin war machines, all emitting planetary-level Energy Fluctuations.

As for the instigators—Cang, Leng Yu, Flame Crow, and Mobi—the four of them were like Ghosts, hidden away in a secluded canyon far from the main battlefield. They quietly watched the bloody spectacle they had orchestrated, showing no intention of intervening.

’So they’re really just sitting on the mountain to watch the tigers fight.’

Qin Feng understood.

The Green-skinned Orcs and the Insect Race were, to some extent, mortal enemies.

If their overall strengths were comparable, it wouldn’t be surprising for a war between them to last for centuries.

But in reality, a delicate balance of power and mutual counters existed between them.

The Insect Race’s greatest advantage was their horrifyingly extreme troop-spawning ability and resource conversion efficiency. As long as they had enough material, they could endlessly create an infinite sea of insects.

However, their fatal flaw was that their command center, the "Insect Queen," often lacked outstanding individual Combat Power.

The Green-skins were the exact opposite.

Their reproduction and development rates were far slower than the Insect Race’s, but their individual Combat Power was immense. This was especially true for their leader, the "War Lord," whose Combat Power, when boosted by the "WAAAGH!" field, would soar to a terrifying level, enough to crush any opponent of the same rank.

Such was the case now. When the Green Skin Lord "Big Belly" mobilized his most elite "Battle Moon" core troops and descended directly upon the core region of the Insect Nest, the scales of victory in this protracted war of attrition had already begun to tip irreversibly in the Green-skinned Orcs’ favor.

The "WAAAGH!" field was spreading crazily with "Big Belly" at its center. All Green-skins enveloped by it fell into a fanatical, fearless state, their Combat Power skyrocketing by several levels out of thin air.

’If things continue to develop like this, the Green-skins will eventually win, but it definitely won’t be an easy process.’

Qin Feng analyzed calmly, ’The Insect Race still has the advantage in numbers. To completely breach the Insect Nest and get to the Insect Queen, even the most optimistic estimate would be thirty to forty years...’

’Is it really worth it to wait here?’

A practical question now lay before Qin Feng.