Even though I know this is a necessary sacrifice, even though I know that if I don't act, the unrestrained Fan Mao will eventually destroy these warships.
It might even lead to greater losses.
But having things destroyed by the enemy and breaking them with your own hands feel completely different.
The commander gradually clenched his hands on the table in front of him, his gaze flickering as he calculated how much loss there would be after the battle, following this trend.
But no matter how he calculated, he only felt more heartache on the way.
"Lord Bishop! Lord Bishop!"
"Didn't I say not to bother me unnecessarily!"
The commander glanced impatiently, but his startled subordinate did not retreat; instead, he urgently pointed to the battlefield projection in front of them.
"Fan Mao, Fan Mao has entered the Insect Swarm's interior!"
The commander reflexively followed his finger, noticing the change on the battlefield projection.
