Once inside, the Pope briefly mentioned the strength and battle situation of the Zerg. After he finished, he noticed—though it might have been an illusion—that the Divine Messenger's expression turned momentarily solemn.
“In other words, the enemy's strength is growing at a visible rate, and their numbers seem endless, as if they can never be killed off?”
“Yes. In recent battles, multiple Tier 10 creatures have appeared among the Zerg. Moreover, when fighting powerhouses of the same level, those creatures often gain the upper hand.”
...
Hearing this information from the Emperor, the Divine Messenger was actually quite surprised.
This was Tier 10, the level known as the Saint Tier on this continent.
Transcending the mundane and entering sainthood was no simple feat.
Thus, this species called the Zerg was indeed worthy of his attention.
“In that case, I shall go to the front line and see for myself.”
A surge of terrifying energy released from beneath his feet, and the Divine Messenger's body slowly floated up. Then, at an incredible speed, he flew toward the north.
...
“He's coming.”
Xia Jin prepared almost immediately.
The Swarm's offensive intensity suddenly weakened. Large numbers of bugs retreated to the rear, dispersing.
Some fled underwater, while others burrowed underground.
There were still many bugs on land, but most were in small squads, and the density per square kilometer plummeted.
Over half an hour later, the Divine Messenger landed on the battlefield.
Whoosh—
With a lift of his finger, a terrifying bolt of energy shot out, directly blasting a crater over a hundred meters wide in the distance. The dozen or so bugs crouching within were all killed.
Among them were two zerglings and twelve locusts.
He approached slowly and lifted the corpse of a zergling.
“Tier 8.”
He could tell the approximate combat range of the zergling at a glance.
Once Xia Jin confirmed his location, she began considering a concentrated strike to test him.
“How about 100,000 rockets? Is that too many?”
Even a Tier 10 powerhouse would likely be doomed if hit by hundreds or thousands of them.
But considering the opponent's strength, 100,000 wasn't actually that exaggerated.
“The more, the better. I hope this guy doesn't move.”
The rockets were too dispersed. Given his flight speed, which was nearly the speed of sound, it wouldn't be good if he detected them early and dodged.
So, the best approach for this attack was saturation bombardment—the kind that blots out the sun.
“At least one million rounds.”
Investing one million standard energy units to kill a Tier 12 wasn't a bad deal.
A single Carrier Bug cost over two million units of standard energy, after all.
The Zerg currently lacked top-tier powerhouses, so there was no need to throw away endless cannon fodder.
Of course, she would also send out tens of thousands of scourges to blockade the surrounding sky, all to reinforce the firepower.
With the order given, the entire Zerg rear went into a frenzy of activity.
To launch a million rounds, the transport alone would take quite some time. To deploy them in a concentrated manner, at least 20,000 unicycles were needed.
In fact, the number of unicycles produced recently had already exceeded 80,000.
Why were there so many? Mainly because production capacity in Clear and the city states region had increased significantly. Civilians in occupied areas like Gexilu were also forced to manufacture them, and finally, some were transported from the Orc Empire.
Xia Jin estimated it would take 20 minutes just to move them into position nearby.
As for the rocket bugs, she directly mobilized hundreds of thousands of locusts to help carry them.
Fortunately, the powerful Divine Messenger entered a nearby village at that time, seemingly intending to ask the commoners about the Zerg.
Along the way, he casually killed hundreds of locusts. Xia Jin had intentionally let him kill them. Their Tier 4 strength was completely beneath his notice, but their staggering numbers made him realize why the Dawn Empire was losing.
Just as he reached a village and considered flying north, the sky-blotting rocket bugs were launched from over ten kilometers to the north.
All the bugs adjusted their trajectories and set their launch times so that they would all land within a brief ten-second window.
This calculation was easily handled by Brain Bug No. 1. Then, within a minute, the rapidly reloaded rocket bugs were launched in succession, flying toward him at an average rate of 40,000 rounds per second.
The Divine Messenger was just about to take off when he saw countless objects trailing long tails of flame flying toward him—and every single one was targeted at him.
Even more staggering, tens of thousands of scourges suddenly took flight almost simultaneously, converging on his position.
“Not good.”
A light blue shield instantly appeared around him as he immediately flew toward the sky.
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