Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1611 Waiting for the Right Opportunity
The living room was filled with 3D projections, making everyone feel as if they were standing in the deep universe, with the cold spatial rifts right in front of them.

Inside the rift, the flow of dark purple light and shadow was clearly visible, and even the stardust debris floating around was covered with a layer of cold, sticky, alien energy.

Deep within the rift, which resembled a vertical pupil, a kaleidoscope of black colors surged continuously. After a moment, a slender, sharp spike finally emerged first.

The sharp curves slowly broke free from the darkness, and the giant blade, like a scythe, seemed to pierce the boundary of the blackness, slowly revealing itself to everyone.

The craggy, uneven limbs then emerged, followed closely by another sickle-like foot that pierced through and slowly spread to the sides, gripping the edge of the crack and using it as a fulcrum to slowly move outwards.

A dark red hue peeks through the darkness, and upon closer inspection, honeycomb-like gaps can be seen, gleaming with a cold, scarlet light, as if announcing its danger to everyone.

"It can't be what I'm thinking, can it?" Antonio looked resistant and retreated to the sofa as if trying to escape, even pulling his feet up on it.

"Scared?" Helian Rongjin raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm sick of it!" Antonio sneered. "If this were one of those hard-shelled beetles with compound eyes, I would have killed them all eight hundred years ago. I just can't stand looking at them!"

The battle to defend Lanxing had long faded from his memory, but now, Antonio seemed to still remember Gro's sticky insect fluid, its hard carapace, and how it swarmed down like locusts...

His heavy breathing still seemed to echo in my ears, and the image of Lin Fan merging into the bright light replayed in my mind, along with those gruesome scenes of red and white, flesh and blood intertwined...

Although Lanxing won, the arduous process weighed heavily on their hearts, making them unwilling to recall it.

Antonio wasn't afraid; he just felt disgust, disgust for everything associated with Gros, especially the hard-shelled beetle.

Helian Rongjin shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Within the rift, the enormous compound eyes were fully exposed to the darkness, the dark brown carapace was covered with uneven grooves, and the massive body occupied most of the passageway.

As the insect moves outwards, the surrounding stardust is crushed into finer dust by the invisible air pressure.

Once its entire body was out, the limbs clinging to the crevice suddenly pushed off, abandoning its previous leisurely pace, and pounced forward menacingly.

Immediately afterwards, swarms of small and medium-sized Zerg poured out one after another through the opened passage.

Beetles of all shapes and sizes, long and short, layered upon each other, spread out in all directions along the pull of the spatial rift, turning into a sky full of black clouds, making one's scalp tingle.

Large and small insects mingled together, spreading outwards as they stretched their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, the vast starry sky was devoured by the insect swarm.

Even just looking at the projected phantom, one could almost hear the rustling of insect carapaces, the trembling of limbs, the hissing of mouthparts, and the cacophony of explosions.

The anatomical energy dissipated along the surface of the insect swarm, enveloping the outer edge of the insect tide in a light purple mist, and causing the fissures and openings behind it to expand continuously.

The violent, displaced energy continued to leak out, and the surrounding spatial grid had long been distorted and deformed. The originally fixed spatial anchor points were pushed aside, constantly emitting overload signals, and were subsequently melted away one after another.

As the opening widened, the insects that emerged afterward grew increasingly larger.

Everyone sat in the projection, watching as the enormous swarm of insects slowly swept overhead, an overwhelming sense of oppression enveloping them. "Are we just going to let it go like this?" Lin Fan turned his head and asked the relaxed Helian Rongjin.

Everyone knows that if the cracks are allowed to widen further, more and larger swarms of insects will emerge, and the difficulty of the subsequent battle will inevitably increase exponentially.

There's no reason for Therthorn to make things difficult for himself. He has nothing better to do than wait until he has enough bugs to fight them all at once.

Leaving aside the energy consumption of starship artillery fire, this is happening near the main planet Prim!

Are they so confident that they can keep all crises out of Pleum?
With so many insects, even if a few were to fall into the Prim, it would be a catastrophic accident, right?

Does the Prim have a foolproof defense against insect swarms?

"In this situation, wouldn't it be more advantageous to close the passage as soon as possible?" Cen Fangyuan asked. "Could it be that the frontline deployment hasn't been completed yet?"

“Of course not.” Helian Rongjin chuckled. “The deployment was completed the moment the spatial anomaly was detected. But right now, these insects are just outposts; we are waiting for the crucial intelligent beast to appear.”

"What's that?" Antonio asked curiously. "Could it be the big boss? We can't kill these bugs until it comes out?"

“Not entirely.” Helian Rongjin shook his head. “Intelligent beasts are more intelligent than ordinary insects and can be considered the command center of the swarm.”

“Killing the intelligent beasts will cause the swarm to lose unified command, which can effectively reduce the pressure on the front line and the edge planet front line. More importantly,” he looked at Lin Fan and Cen Fangyuan, “the intelligent beasts, as the intelligent units of the swarm, use exotropic energy to command the swarm. They have naturally evolved, concentrated exotropic energy crystal cores in their bodies—exotropic source cores. They are an indispensable core material for negative gravity energy bombs.”

“I know that!” Antonio clapped his hands. “It’s the method used to cause the fissure to collapse, and there’s another one that’s anti-something…”

“A reverse force field generator,” Helian Rongjin continued. “These two devices are sent into the rift, one fast and one slow, to generate a combined reaction force, ultimately achieving the effect of disintegrating and sealing the passage.”

"I won't go into the specific principles here, but in terms of its function, the moment the negative gravity energy bomb detonates, it will create a large-scale gravity vortex that can not only reverse the energy in the detached position, causing the stable channel energy to become unbalanced and collapse, but the powerful pulling force can also forcibly pull the Zerg that has already broken out of the crack back into the collapsed channel and annihilate them on the spot."

"Simply put, the destructive recoil of the negative gravity energy bomb relies on the intelligent beast's anatomical source core. Using the power of insects to break the scourge of insects." Helian Rongjin smiled. "Before the anatomical source core is available, the cost of sealing it off is too high, so no matter what, we must patiently wait for the intelligent beast to appear before we take action."

“This is truly an amazing example of ecological complementarity,” Cen Fangyuan nodded, looking at Lin Fan. “Who would have thought that the key material for sealing the wormhole rift would actually be born inside the body of the intelligent beast that emerged from the rift?”

"This is the general rule of the world. There is always something to counteract poison." Lin Fan nodded slowly. "Everything in the world has its own cause and effect."

"So now we just have to wait?" Antonio looked up at the endless stream of swarms of insects, then suddenly turned to Helian Rongjin as if remembering something. "Aren't you supposed to be a top-tier 3S Sentinel? How come the Zerg are already at our doorstep and you're still sitting here? Is someone targeting you again?"

"Who knows?" Helian Rongjin shrugged. "Anyway, the whole interstellar space knows that Shen Chong'an planted an unknown program in my brain, and because the relevant documents are missing..."

He looked at Jin Sichen and received a seductive smile. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Shen Chong'an is still refusing to talk. The military's risk rating for me is not up to standard, which saves me from having to find an excuse not to go to the front line."

Antonio looked Helian Rongjin up and down, his tone mocking: "Oh~ even the fearless berserker of yesteryear has become a deserter?"

"Say what you will." Helian Rongjin raised an eyebrow indifferently. "I have risked my life for Sersorn and contributed enough blood and sweat. After returning from this ordeal, it's best to be cautious when you find people, after all, you only have one life."

“Right now,” he drawled, looking at the astonished Antonio with a smile, “my life is my top priority.”