Civilized Zerg Lord

Chapter 186 The first confrontation

At the intersection of darkness and light, countless sharp-edged insects were like surging tides, impacting the indestructible defense line of the Holy See.

The swarms of insects pounced violently on the warriors in shining armor, trying to tear apart this solid barrier made of faith with their ferocious claws.

However, every warrior who was baptized by divine power seemed to be infused with unyielding life force.

After their bodies were injured, the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their fighting spirit became even fiercer.

The long swords in the hands of the soldiers were filled with divine power, and every blow could make the body of the blade insect fall apart.

The insect swarms launched wave after wave of offensives, but in the face of the firm will and amazing resilience of these warriors, they were never able to succeed.

In this way, the Holy See's army formed a brilliant light that could shake the dark night, and remained standing despite the storm.

But at the other end of the battlefield, the giant scythe of the insect swarm was like a scythe reaping fate, constantly passing through the formations of soldiers, tearing apart orders, steel, and courage.

The iron armor gathered into lines of defense, but collapsed under the tremendous pressure.

Just when despair seemed to be the only destination, a calm force emerged from the depths of the army.

The Vatican warriors wearing heavy armor have been forged countless times in the hot and cold divine power. Their armor is covered with cinnabar-colored holy seals and shines brightly;
Holding a large sword in his hand, its blade reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.

The eyes of the soldiers were burning with unyielding fighting spirit. They did not care about anything and only fought to protect their beliefs.

The noisy battlefield became increasingly silent as the soldiers charged.

The warriors of the Holy See are like the incarnation of the God of War, turning their dazzling faith into power and blazing a trail among the insect swarms.

They easily climbed over the bodies of the giant scythes, which were more than ten meters or even dozens of meters long, and pierced their sharp swords into their hard shells, like sharp swords penetrating quicksand.

The sound of the carapace being torn apart was like the melodious ringing of a copper bell. The Holy See warriors relied on their unparalleled strength and firm faith to kill the giant scythe.

The heroic demeanor of the soldiers is clearly displayed on the battlefield, and their tacit cooperation makes every attack as precise as divine assistance.

When the giant scythe finally fell, amidst the cheers of the surrounding warriors, the Holy See warrior simply wiped away the blood on the sword, and the light in his eyes became more determined.

This is the victory of faith and the persistence of the oath of protection.

The first wave of the insect swarm was finally repulsed amid stubborn resistance.

The acid from the stinging swarms still lingered on the warriors' armor, and smoke and dust spread across the battlefield.

But then this disasterous land was completely purified by the Holy See's arrow of faith.

Arrow after arrow, accompanied by fierce flames and divine power, drew elegant arcs in the air, turning the stinging insect swarms into scorched earth.

As the firelight dimmed, the seriously injured soldiers groaned and fell to the cold ground.

The shadow of death shrouded the soldiers whose hands and feet were cut off by the insect swarm, and a heavy breath filled every inch of the land.

At this time, a group of priests in sacrificial robes walked slowly from the rear. In contrast to the flames of war and gunpowder smoke, they looked like messengers from the bright world.

The priests stood on the battlefield, clasped their hands, chanting the name of the God of Light, their voices full of compassion and power.

Amid the prayers of the priests, soft yet powerful rays of light descended from the sky, covering each seriously injured soldier warmly.

Those lights seemed to have the power to give life, and a magical warm current circulated in each soldier's body, restoring their vitality.

The wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those warriors who were already dying or even close to death were actually pulled back from the edge of fate and miraculously opened their eyes.

The wailing sounds gradually turned into exclamations and praises. The soldiers felt vitality that they had never experienced before. They stroked the location of the previous fatal wounds and felt that their now extremely solid chests echoed with the sound of powerful heartbeats.

The pain of the past now only lingers in the memory.

The voices of the priests still sang, and every time God's name was mentioned, a new miracle happened.

At this moment, the warriors witnessed the power of faith and the endless gifts of the God of Light to them.

The worn-out battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the soldiers regrouped under the blessing of the God of Light. They stared at the priest, their eyes shining with awe and gratitude for the second gift of life.

Omas stood on the broad back of the brown-gold gryphon, his gaze was firm, penetrating the sand and scorching sun in front of him.

The sky looked extremely bright as if it had been burned by fire, and the desert wind blew on his face, like an invisible whetstone, sharpening his will.

The priest walked up to him, with worry in his eyes, and asked, "Your Majesty, don't we need to rest? We have just escaped from that fierce battle."

Omas's eyes did not waver. He shook his head slightly. The gasps of the surrounding soldiers and the clash of armor seemed to fade away, leaving only his voice, clear and firm:
"God's revelation is clear. Deep in the Miller Wasteland, the power of the evil god's insect swarm is rapidly expanding. Their nests are springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain. This is the moment when they are growing rapidly."

"We don't have time to stop. Every moment of delay may lead to more innocent lives being swallowed up by this darkness."

His gaze was like a soaring gryphon, deep and calm, and he seemed to have seen the shuddering scene of the insect nest deep in Miller Wasteland - a hell submerged in darkness.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety and doubts in his heart, and continued in a deep voice:

"Blow the horn and let the warriors pack their gear. We must clean up these evil scum before the evil god comes."

The priest looked at Omas's back, finally held the staff tightly and nodded.

Then, Omas suddenly pulled up the gryphon's reins and let out a long roar into the sky.

Following the command of its master, the griffin flapped its wings and rushed high into the sky, causing a sandstorm.

The entire army was inspired by this momentum, and their morale was high. They followed Omas without hesitation and advanced into the unknown darkness.

The troops of the Holy See of Light quickly crossed the desolate wilderness amidst sharp orders, and beneath their feet was the dry ground that was constantly being flattened.

The midday sun scorched the earth, baking the surrounding scenery into a golden color.

However, in this ordinary field, Omas's eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, capturing those creatures hidden in nature that were almost integrated with the ground - those cleverly hidden carpets of bacteria.

Under his keen eyesight, the discolored carpets were like stained white clothes. No matter how disguised they were, they could not hide their underlying ugliness.

"All troops stop!" His voice was loud and decisive, and with his powerful voice, the sound of heavy iron boots and metal collisions stopped abruptly.Then, he turned to the priest who was walking towards him and ordered: "Take out the holy water bottle, we have evil that needs to be purified."

The priest quickly opened the cap of the gold bottle filled with holy water. The holy water reflected a miraculous luster in the sunlight.

Then Omas turned to the archers, "Use your arrows and let holy wrath purify this evil enemy."

The archers accurately filled the arrows with holy water and fully pulled the bowstring. The arrows cut through the sky like the white Vega star and hit the target accurately.

When the droplets of holy water touched the fungus carpet, a slight hissing sound immediately sounded, like the rustle of ice and snow when it was lit by the sun.

The explosion of holy water is not just a sound, but a visual shock:
The liquid spread as if it were alive, coating the fungus carpet in the dark with a colorful color, clarifying its outline.

What followed was the gathering of sunlight, which was like a magnifying glass in the hand that concentrated all the focal lengths, illuminating everything on the creep carpet.

The fungus carpet under the Joule effect began to crack and smoke was everywhere, and finally turned into a black powder, which was blown away by the wind on the desolate land.

The ground covered with black marks records this purification battle.

Under the purification of the holy water, large swathes of fungi began to blacken and burn, turning into flying charcoal ash, which was scattered by the wind under the boundless sky.

The insect swarms, ground spines and plasma towers that were originally hidden among them revealed their true colors, like shadows under the night, ruthlessly revealed by the ruthless first ray of sunlight at sunrise.

The outlines of the plasma towers became clearer with the burning blanket. Their existence was no longer a secret, and there was no longer a need to hide it.

Wave after wave of whirlwinds mixed with sand and dust, the atmosphere between the army and the insect swarm became tense, and you could almost smell the smoke of war.

Those traps covered by dust, the disgusting buzzing sounds, and the flapping wings of the swarms of insects, filled the air with depression and crisis for a while.

The swarms of insects began to take the initiative, as if fighting a last-ditch effort to intercept the approaching army and prevent them from using those weird attacks that could destroy the creep.

At the same time, the plasma tower began to spit out deadly lightning beams, like a roaring Thor's hammer, swinging out the fury of destruction.

The arc of electricity shuttled across the battlefield, tearing apart the calm air. Every time it hit the ground, it was accompanied by a heart-stopping roar and dazzling light.

The Holy See advanced in the air filled with the smell of burning and static electricity, the cold armor, the waving swords and the swarms of insects that were about to confront them.

Beside Omas, the griffin guards stood as straight as a forest, their silence showing infinite respect for their master.

Omas turned around, his eyes as cold as autumn frost and snow, examining the swarm of insects swarming in front of him. The contemptuous smile on his lips contained the wantonness and cruelty on the battlefield.

"These bugs actually have the audacity to try to overwhelm God's legions with numbers."

His voice was firm and full of conviction without any fluctuation: "Even if the green tide disaster in the cholera world thousands of years ago was sealed by the gods in the heart of Miller's Wilderness, what are these bugs?"

"I'm afraid there's no need to use the gods' seals at all. As long as I strike with my own hands, I can easily wipe them out completely."

The guard next to him didn't dare to raise his head, and responded in a low but powerful voice: "Your Majesty, God's Chosen One, will definitely gain more blessings from the gods in this battle."

Although there was a hint of envy in Konoe's usually stern eyes at this moment, after all, being able to witness a miracle was a supreme honor in itself.

In the narrow sky, dark clouds surged, blowing biting cold wind, and the Holy See's army had ruthlessly advanced to the edge of the insect nest.

Those ground thorns and plasma towers that gave the soldiers a headache now seemed so fragile under the powerful long-range magic of the priests.

The priests prayed behind the battle line, like judges on the battlefield. Every time they waved their magic staff, there were more marks on the sand.

Their divine words contain the power to destroy all evil. Whenever the staff is swung, a condensed elemental ball of light accurately hits the target, turning those ground thorns and plasma towers into dust in an instant.

The balance of war has clearly tilted in one direction at this moment, and the holy light continues to spread. The tearing sound of the insect swarm and the disintegrating sound of the flesh and blood structure form the strongest contrast on the battlefield.

With the power of divine magic, the Holy See's army stepped more firmly, and every step seemed to be on the rhythm of victory.

The number of insects in this new insect nest is less than hundreds of thousands, which is far from the green tide disasters in the past that frightened the Holy See.

Not even one-tenth of the insect swarm seen in the first invasion.

Within the insect nest, the urgent breath and panicked sounds of the mother nest came out, indicating the impending catastrophe.

The disappearance of the fungus carpet caused the insect swarm to lose its natural camouflage and protection, and the fortifications, those terrifying living buildings, had fallen into destruction under the careful planning of the Holy See Army of Light.

Like the calm sea before a storm, the resistance of the insect swarm seems to have ceased to exist.

The sonorous and powerful steps and cold swords of the besieged Holy See army were like the announcer of fate, constantly impacting the periphery of the insect nest. In the vast wilderness, only the symphony of iron and blood remained.

The mother insect has now become a fixed nest, losing all mobility, and can only be forced to accept the impending doomsday.

At the moment of survival, the insect swarm seemed unusually orderly. They retreated into the insect nest one after another, intending to use the intricate underground passages for the final delay.

Under the command of Omas, an elite team began to assemble in the pre-dawn light. Each of them had experienced hundreds of battles, and the medals of honor on their shoulders recorded countless glorious pasts.

None of these warriors have been baptized with divine power less than twenty times. Their eyes are filled with fearlessness and determination, and some of them have been baptized more than thirty times. Their combat prowess is enough to scare any dark creature.

After careful selection, the team not only has these warriors, but also priests and priests - they embody the will of God and provide the team with an indestructible spiritual pillar and powerful combat effectiveness.

At sunrise, the team began their task like surgeons performing a complex operation.

They walked methodically through the rough underground passages and launched a merciless and precise attack on the insect nest.

The sacred light and sharp weapons complement each other. They penetrate deep into the hive and purify all dark corners.

After a dusty battle, the armor of the Holy See army was stained with blood, but this did not slow down their progress at all.

The sword blades were still wet and the flags were like torches. After destroying the insect nest, the soldiers marched through the night with neat steps. It seemed that the dawn that had just appeared on the horizon could not catch up with their progress.

Their target is the next insect nest, vowing to destroy all threats on this land.

At the same time, in the core of the Zerg, in the dark veins, countless brainworms glowing blue and white gathered tightly.

Here, the brainworm connects a large number of Moki brains to form a huge thinking organ, constantly analyzing the specialties and tactics of the Holy See army.

(End of this chapter)