152: The war begins and a mysterious man appears

Species evolution! It has always been a process of moving from singular to comprehensive, from flawed to perfect!

Evolution is diverse; it can be for adapting to the environment, for becoming stronger, or even for transcendence and transformation.

But ultimately, evolution is still a leap in the level of life, allowing species to gradually approach perfection!

As for whether true perfection really exists in this world?

The answer is no!

Absolutely not!

Only approaching perfection, infinitely close to perfection!

On the battlefield!

The Brute Zerg and Ironclad Xenomorph had already engaged the Tribal Xenomorph. Facing the Tribal Xenomorph, whose strengths varied, the Brute Zerg and Ironclad Xenomorph tore through the enemy's vanguard at the moment of contact, then transformed into sharp daggers plunging into the Tribal Xenomorph army.

Puff, puff, puff~

Blood continuously splattered everywhere, accompanied by flying limbs and broken arms. The battle on the field was fierce and bloody.

Bang!

A Brute Strength Mutant was seen throwing a punch, directly blasting a Tribal Xenomorph, person and weapon alike, into a bloody mist that scattered everywhere.

Other Brute Zerg took large strides to kill their opponents, relying on their powerful strength to savagely tear off their opponents' arms.

Of course!

Besides the might displayed by the Brute Zerg, the Ironclad Xenomorph were also demonstrating their strength. Relying on their terrifying defense, they were even more savage than the Brute Zerg, charging wildly across the battlefield. Regardless of whether they killed enemies along the way, they effectively cut the battlefield into pieces.

Furthermore, under the charge of the Ironclad Xenomorph, even if some Tribal Xenomorph wanted to stop them from dividing the battlefield, no Zerg could achieve this.

And so.

Under the charge of the Ironclad Xenomorph, the battlefield was silently divided into countless zones. With the division of the large battlefield, this gave the Brute Zerg an opportunity to perform.

They continuously charged and fought within these zones, clashing head-on with the Tribal Xenomorph. Supported by immense strength, the Tribal Xenomorph were all pulverized into meat paste. Only a few Tribal Xenomorph could fight the Brute Zerg to a stalemate, but they were also unable to kill the Brute Zerg.

Half an hour later!

As the war erupted, the battlefield situation immediately became one-sided. The Zerg under the Overlord Zerg continuously advanced, leaving endless bones and blood in their wake.

At the same time, the Overlord Zerg stood in the center of the formation. Under its powerful mental strength, the situation on the field was almost completely under its control. And at this moment, with the start of the war, wisps of dark red smoke gradually emerged on the field. This was a dark gas, different from Li An's scarlet smoke.

These wisps of smoke appeared very abruptly; no one even noticed when they appeared. But with their appearance, anyone who observed carefully would notice one thing: these dark red wisps of smoke would silently drill into the mouths and seven orifices of the Tribal Xenomorph.

Then, without the Tribal Xenomorph even realizing it, these wisps of smoke would gradually influence their cognition, subsequently making the Overlord Zerg their object of loyalty.

Biological Erosion!

This was another ability of the Overlord Zerg. When this ability was activated, it would emit a faint dark red gas from the bodies of the eroded species, affecting surrounding creatures.

In fact, the circulation range of the dark red gas was not wide, but that was for a single eroded individual. Currently, all the Zerg under the Overlord Zerg were eroded individuals. Given this, how wide would the erosion range of the dark red gas be?

No one could possibly know!

Pfft!

Just then, the situation on the field changed once again. A Tribal Xenomorph, eroded by the dark red gas, suddenly had a flash of blood red in its eyes. Then, its body uncontrollably gripped its weapon and swung it down at its kinsman next to him.

With one axe swing, blood splattered everywhere. Its kinsman, until his death, did not know why this Tribal Xenomorph suddenly attacked him. However, this was destined to be an unanswered question.

As the erosion gas began to take effect, the Tribal Xenomorph side immediately fell into a complete disadvantage. The Overlord Zerg seized the opportunity and immediately let out a roaring battle cry.

And so, the war of destruction began.

The Brute Zerg and Ironclad Xenomorph were like a pack of wolves unleashed from their restraints. They began to slaughter madly, overwhelmingly crushing the Tribal Xenomorph with strength far exceeding theirs. And those eroded Tribal Xenomorph also suddenly turned at this moment, pointing their blades at their own kinsmen.

Chaos!

The battlefield was in utter chaos!

This battle lasted for only a short hour, and the Tribal Xenomorph side was completely defeated, and it was a crushing defeat.

In the far rear of the Tribal Xenomorph, the roar symbolizing a ruler was still echoing. It seemed to be the Tribal Chief of this tribe. He was still unwilling to accept the tribe's defeat; he still wanted to rally troops and launch a counterattack.

However, this Tribal Chief clearly could not comprehend the terror of the erosion gas.

As the Zerg swarm continuously advanced, the Tribal Xenomorph could only fight and retreat. Even during their retreat, Tribal Xenomorph within their own ranks would occasionally betray them, their bodies completely taken over by the erosion gas, ultimately joining the Overlord Zerg.

"War, who is this, which tribe is this!"

"How dare it, how dare it ignore the kingdom's prohibition and launch an attack on a tribe."

On the low stone wall, the Tribal Chief looked at his Zerg kinsmen, who were collapsing like a mountain, and his face instantly showed despair.

At this moment of defeat, it was ironic that he still did not know who had attacked their tribe.

This made him extremely unwilling, even angry.

Did he not even deserve to know who his enemy was?

At this moment, just as the tribal kinsmen were falling into despair, a strange voice suddenly echoed from the void.

"Are you very unwilling?"

"Do you want to kill these invaders?"

"Or rather, do you want revenge?"

At this moment, a mysterious murmuring sound suddenly echoed in the Tribal Chief's ears.

Undoubtedly, a mysterious person had intervened at this point. Faced with the might of the Zerg under the Overlord Zerg, it was clear that someone did not want to see their continued growth and thus wanted to curb the Overlord Zerg's development.

A few seconds later, as the mysterious person's voice continuously echoed, the Tribal Chief immediately raised his arms and shouted, rallying his last kinsmen. He was going to launch a counterattack to draw the enemy's forces!

Rumble!

The next second, a roaring sound echoed from the rear of the tribal settlement.

Shadows were suddenly flung from the rear of the tribe, flying towards the direction of the Overlord Zerg.

"Hmm?"

At the same time.

As the shadows struck from the sky, Eveleth, standing next to the Overlord Zerg, finally moved. She suddenly looked up at the sky and immediately saw what the incoming shadows were.

They were huge rocks!

Catapults!

At this moment, upon seeing the rocks, Eveleth immediately realized what kind of weapons were set up in the rear of the tribe.

They should be some kind of catapult or trebuchet capable of throwing objects a long distance!