Strategy game? Then I'll have to control you properly.

"The losses are too great; it's because those guys have gotten smarter..."

If the enemy rushes in recklessly like in the last battle, our army can calmly deal with them and annihilate them at minimal cost.

But those monsters seemed to have learned to fight in formation in a short period of time, and as a result, the war changed from hunting wild beasts to a battle between armies.

Although we still have an overwhelming advantage in ranged attacks, including defensive towers, losses are accumulating as the standoff continues.

"Those insect-like creatures don't care about the lives of their soldiers... but to me, every resident is incredibly precious, and such a loss is incomparable. Tower defense games certainly make resources quickly; I should be able to win this war of attrition."

As a sacrifice, the backstage of Kingdom Rush is now frantically drawing on magic.

The magic resources used to build defensive towers are obtained in a certain amount for each enemy killed.

This kind of large-scale war is like a honey pot, albeit a honey pot stained with blood.

Since she couldn't overturn this honey pot, Lin Miao began to use it to frantically build defensive towers.

Level 1 defensive towers, based on simple wooden structures, will be destroyed by the enemy quickly, but they are sufficient as meat shields to replace the residents.

Each additional defensive tower increases both damage taken and damage output.

Meanwhile, the defensive towers located in the rear, responsible for dealing damage, began to attempt upgrades.

The upgraded turrets fire larger arrows and more powerful spells, gradually reducing the number of swarming enemies.

Occasionally, Lin Miao would use a chainsaw to smash important enemy units, and the work of repairing and adding defensive towers made her forget to eat, lasting for several hours.

As the residents who were personally fighting gradually ran out of energy, and Lin Miao, who was overseeing the entire operation and directing the operation, was also nearing her limit,

"We've reached the finish line."

"Ha... I didn't expect that the thousands of enemies that surged in would be almost completely wiped out in the blink of an eye."

Lin Miao smiled wryly, released the mouse, and rubbed her throbbing temples.

On the screen, the numerous casualty statistics in the residents' status bar were a stark and painful sight.

We have won; we have successfully repelled the enemy. But the war is not over yet.

In this game-like battle, defense is only the beginning; offense is equally important.

Attila is gathering his best warriors and soldiers.

This is to take advantage of the fact that our forces are exhausted before we wipe out those enemy strongholds that are bound to be empty.

Although everyone was indeed exhausted, if the enemy's lair was not cleared out, they would drain all the life force in the area, regenerate their army, and come back to fight again.

Looks like I have to lend them a hand.

Lin Miao's ability to do things for them is very clear.

Building defensive towers when enemy forces are surging is a complete waste of money; they will be destroyed in an instant.

But now that the enemy has suffered heavy losses, the situation is different.

Erecting defensive towers near key routes and enemy strongholds can both protect friendly forces and allow for proactive attacks.

This will preserve the energy of the exhausted residents to the greatest extent possible.

It's like an action that dispels the fog on a map, illuminating the entire area with a beacon of safety.

"Look over there, that sir is personally clearing the way for us."

"oh oh……"

For Lin Miao, it was just a matter of clicking the mouse, but in the eyes of the villagers, the defensive towers that appeared one after another with dazzling flashes were as solid as streetlights, protecting the miracle of the road's extension.

This miracle soothed the weary souls of those who, even in victory, could not find pure joy in the sacrifices and fierce battles of their comrades, and rekindled their fighting spirit.

This moment is worth recording.

Attila, pale from exhaustion of magic in the battle, smiled weakly and pulled out a scroll of paper that she always carried with her.

Since he acquired paper and pen, he has been keeping a record of everything he has witnessed and everything the villagers have experienced.

Attila knew very well that although everyone vividly remembered this moment, it would eventually fade from memory.

Through these records, future generations will be able to clearly imagine how their ancestors developed this land and what kind of help they received from the guardian deities.

This idea of ​​imitating Lillie's recounting of the holy tales of the Darkblood world came to Attila.

"After repelling countless monster attacks at the northern fortress, that lord summoned numerous defensive towers to light our way."

It not only records the fierce battle that took place today, but also the help given by the guardian deity during the process.

Myths that seem like nonsense when read in words alone have power because people experience them firsthand.

"Chief, the bridge bestowed by the gods... is extending towards those guys' lair."

As Mista approached, Attila tucked the document into his robes.

"His will is our will. Those who are reorganized shall immediately proceed to the monster's lair."

Their objective was to launch an attack after the defensive battle, before the enemy's weakened base could be restored.

"The enemy's lair is definitely empty. But those cunning and evil monsters might have a backup plan. If things go wrong, retreat decisively."

Attila divided his forces into three groups, leaving only the wounded, the troops responsible for the aftermath, and the fortress garrison.

Splitting forces is extremely risky, but it is necessary in order to simultaneously attack three empty monster lairs.

The task of each detachment is to wipe out the remaining enemy forces and immediately seize and dismantle the currently undefended strongholds.

The soldiers and their comrades set off towards different nests.

"Let's set off too. The defensive towers that sir built are illuminating our path."

Mista took command of one of the units. His brother Bruno, as well as Roche, who worked well with Bruno, were both assigned to his command.

Despite being exhausted, they quickened their pace, clinging to the hope that things might turn out alright.

Fortunately, the scattered defensive towers, like streetlights, automatically detect and eliminate enemies, so there's no need to worry about being on guard in that area.

Moreover, the main force of the insect swarms that had poured out of each nest had been wiped out, and the remnants were no threat at all.

The defensive towers automatically eliminated the enemies, and since the number of enemies was not large to begin with, Mista's troops easily crossed the forest and arrived at the lair.

"These...these monsters..."

The moment they saw the nest, they gasped in horror. The huge hole gnawed into the center of the lush forest had long since become a desolate wasteland devoid of any signs of life.

If these monsters, which can devour even plants and animals, are given a chance to breathe, they will reproduce and spread again in the blink of an eye.

"Charge into the hive! Warriors, lead the charge!"

Mista adjusted his formation to prepare to storm the enemy camp. He left some troops to guard the entrance and led his elite soldiers into the deep tunnels.

As a soldier, he personally stood at the forefront, spear in hand.

The dimly lit nest, which should have been bustling with insects, was now just as silent as the outside world.

"Bruno, light the fire."

Mista, who had farmed monster essence in the Minecraft underworld, made this request to his companions.

Upon hearing this, Bruno raised his staff and cast a spell.

The circular orb of light that burst from the tip of the staff floated in the air like a firefly, flying forward first and illuminating the cave.

Even though the cave was brightly lit, the enemy did not show up for a long time.

"Heh, could it be that all the guys guarding the nest rushed out and died?"

"Unlikely. When they breached the first nest last time, they seemed to have left some defensive forces behind as well."

Despite some optimistic predictions, Mista is trying to remain cautious.

He was convinced that the Zerg, who had evolved with each recurring war, could not possibly do something so foolish.

"That's right!"

This prediction ultimately came true; the Zerg were not completely wiped out.

When they first appeared as attackers, this time they prepared to defend themselves.

Inside the queen's lair, which serves as a production factory, the swarm of insects, waiting to protect the rift through which they had crossed, is now standing ready in a neat defensive formation.

"As expected, everyone raise your weapons!"

Mista issued the order to engage without hesitation.

Forced to take the lead as the attackers, the group gritted their teeth and raised their weapons.

"Of course there's no need to be foolish and charge forward to fire arrows."

But the residents still have one effective advantage: range.

Faced with the Zerg, who lack decent ranged attack methods, the residents can unleash a barrage of firepower using arrows, javelins, or magic.

"At this rate, we can win easily, right?"

Bruno, who was the only mage providing firepower support, smiled faintly.

The Zerg fell one after another under the offensive, and it seemed that they could safely eliminate the enemy without engaging in fierce battles at this rate.

"This is!"

"How is this possible! What are they launching?!"

However, their unilateral suppression did not last long.

Just as they were about to relax their guard, an object fired by the enemy came hurtling through the air.

"Poison...poison needles?!"

A soldier screamed as he looked at the object that had pierced through the shield.

That sharp object, about the length of an adult's forearm, was a needle made of black carapace.

The Zerg, who evolved by fueling their war with them, have quietly reached this level of evolution.

"Wow!"

"Commander! The enemy has begun their counterattack!"

The Zerg, with their distinctive appearance, continued their attack by spraying spikes from their backs.

Since such individuals capable of launching biological spikes exist, their original advantages have been completely lost.

"All troops, charge!"

Mista made a quick decision. He judged that a war of attrition would only be detrimental to his side.

Mista himself stood at the front of the battle, brandishing his spear.

The positions of the guardians and the destroyers have been completely reversed, and the final battle has begun.

Watch out behind you.

Rose picked up her weapon and leaped forward, gently bumping into Bruno's body.

This kind of chaotic battle is exactly what she excels at.

Whenever the cold light of her twin short swords flashed, the enemy's body would be torn to pieces and scattered all around.