Yang Ming's eyes were very bright, and a strong sense of confidence came to his face, as if he had put a knife on the Queen's neck.

"Gris, are you busy?"

"Ah, we are waiting for the combat order, we have entered a state of preparation for war!"

Gris smiled and said: "I thought you had an order to give. It seems that you want to chat with me and catch up on old times."

"I can't convey the order directly to you," Yang Ming laughed, "I'm just worried about you and wanted to say hello to you. Are you feeling a lot of pressure?"

Gris laughed, looked at the brothers with his peripheral vision, and raised his eyebrows.

Several other people suddenly looked unhappy.

Gris smiled and said: "Is there any pressure? When the insect tide comes, just fight them. Do your job well and use all your strength. The worst is to fight against the insects."

"Don't have the feeling of sacrificing your life for charity. You can only continue to output as long as you are alive."

Yang Ming warned, then asked: "Are the mechas you have prepared enough?"

"Enough. There are many. They are all new models developed based on your Ligui mecha. They have reduced the load on the driver and added firepower and group battle linkage systems."

Gris said quickly:

"There are 1.2 million sets of mechas of this type in the Skywrath Fortress. In the past year, 920,000 general transformers were added.

"Later, we will serve as a sharp knife to execute the order to attack the Queen.

"Once the empire's war machine is activated, it will indeed be extremely terrifying."

"The bugs that the empire has to face are hundreds of billions in size," Yang Ming shook his head, "You are not very impressive."

"Ah this!"

Yang Ming said: "In the combat meeting just now, I have rejected the combat plan of using you to fight a war of attrition. Soon you will receive orders and will be dispersed and replenished to each major fleet to execute the order to protect the flagship of each fleet."

Gris laughed sarcastically: "Okay, I'll listen to you, you are an expert at killing insects."

Yang Ming laughed and continued: "Gris, I hope you can lead 50,000 transformation warriors to my side and I will personally command them."

"With the transfer order, there will be no problem."

"Time is running out. Remember to bring your best equipment. Each person should be equipped with two sets of mechas. The logistics team must bring enough. I will lead you to conduct rapid mobile operations. Our target is those false queens. Then

It is the command center of the insects."

Yang Ming said:

"I have just come into contact with high-dimensional civilization. The insect wave will break out soon, and it will break out simultaneously throughout the galaxy.

"The bugs will not give us a chance to support each other. They will attack our fleet first. However, before attacking our fleet, they may look for human gathering points to clean up to break our fighting spirit and disrupt our soldiers.

their state of mind.

“So, no matter what kind of news you see next, don’t get impatient or urgent.

"We need to stay sane."

"Yes!" Gris shouted loudly.

Yang Ming sighed and gave a military salute to Gris: "I'll be here in half a day. I'm waiting to fight alongside you."

Gris stood up abruptly, returned the military salute to Yang Ming, and hung up the communication with his own hands.

Um?

Why do you feel that something is wrong with the surrounding atmosphere?

Gris turned around and saw a dozen strong men and women with green eyes swarming up behind him.

"Gris! We usually have a good relationship, right?"

"I usually take you with me when I drink and pick up girls!"

"Gris! Do you remember that we were drunk that day?"

"Take me one!"

"Mader! Charge with the white ghost against the bugs, it's worth dying!"

"My team members are all White Ghost fans!"

Gris:……

His damn charisma.

…

The border of the empire, a remote administrative star.

In the underground shelter with a depth of more than 800 meters, people are scattered in dozens of underground fortresses. The internal structure of each fortress is like an ant's cave, with hundreds to thousands of humans living in each 'room'.

They have prepared sufficient supplies, have complete oxygen production systems and sewage systems, and will not have any interaction with the outside world.

In addition, they must maintain radio silence.

No one knows what's going on outside.

But the red indicator light, indicating that the next day's disaster had arrived, remained on.

When the insect tide subsides, someone will come and tell them that the disaster has passed, and they can return to the cities on the surface, resume their previous lives, continue to thrive on this planet, and continue their genes.

Everyone's mood is relatively stable.

Take the cave at the edge as an example. Except that it cannot connect to the Internet, all kinds of facilities are available here.

Amidst the clear rhythm of music, dozens of elderly human men and women danced simple social dances, while the most social young people gathered near the game consoles and bookshelves, keeping a relative distance.

The simple children's playground is the most popular among children. At the tables and chairs set up next to it, parents chat and drink tea. Everything is so "daily".

A picture of the white ghost's armor is posted on the door of the cave.

This is their patron saint, although now, this patron saint cannot hover above the planet to express deterrence to insects that may arrive here.

"We are actually quite dangerous," a middle-aged man said worriedly. "Even if bugs can't sense our biological information, our city is just above the surface. If they want to deal with us, they can still find it directly underground.

found."

"But why do they want to deal with us who have no ability to resist?"

"Yes, the bugs will give priority to the army. Don't scare yourself here. If we were on the surface, the bugs might come down and slaughter us when they passed by. There is no need for them to attack us now."

"What about putting pressure on our military in order to undermine our military array?"

"This is quite possible..."

"You guys, can you think of something good? Everyone is already under a lot of pressure! Don't talk about whether these things are available or not!"

boom!

A slight tremor suddenly came from the edge of the cave.

There were faint cracks in the roof of the cave above.

People looked up with a bit of fear in their eyes, and the music with clear rhythm became a bit abrupt, abrupt and noisy.

Boom, boom!

Stone chips fell, and the sound of bombardment became more distinct!

Within a few seconds, the roof of the cave suddenly collapsed, and a giant digging insect, covered in pitch black and tens of meters long, crashed down against the stone wall, pinning dozens of humans below who had no time to dodge.

That dark armor;

Those terrifying compound legs and mouthparts flowing with highly corrosive mucus;

The pair of slightly vibrating tentacles and the thin wings spread out on the back...

"insect!"

"They found us!"

"ah--"

Screams, hums, curses.

Insects six to seven meters long surged down from the huge hole above.

In the corner of the cave, a trembling child was hugged tightly by his mother. A fifth-order ordinary adult swooped in. The raised blade limbs and the child's mother's fragile but vigorously arched back formed a famous painting.

A cruel picture.

Blood was spread on the corner wall.

The tens of thousands of digging insects that were digging on the surface of the planet at the same time began to gather in this direction.

Insect Swarm Countdown: 0 Standard Galactic Day.
Chapter completed!