"The insects retreated here?"
Griss clutched the laser gun with his already numb hands, staring blankly at the empty cabin.
Just minutes ago, the insects suddenly turned around and left.
This hidden command ship had initially been breached by insects, and they had come here for emergency support, barely holding back the insect's assault while maintaining the command system of over a thousand warships in this area, buying time for the backup command ship to reach the airspace.
In the short engagement of just over ten minutes, over sixty percent of the team he brought along were either dead or injured, and the defensive line was repeatedly forced to retreat.
Then...
The insects suddenly left.
They were supposed to be emotionless.
But from these insects, Griss sensed a fear and panic.
"Griss! Griss, are you okay?"
"Not dead yet," Griss replied with a hoarse voice.
