The Western front was caught off guard.
The zerg tide surged with a force unlike anything seen before, and this time, among the endless horde of mindless creatures, there were high-level zergs, creatures with intelligence, capable of commanding their swarm with terrifying precision.
The battlefield turned into chaos as waves of monstrous entities crashed against the defensive lines.
Soldiers fought desperately, their weapons blazing, but the sheer numbers overwhelmed them.
Screams echoed through the ruined city, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of burning flesh and metallic blood.
Explosions rocked the battlefield as mechas unleashed their full artillery. Yet for every zerg that fell, another took its place.
The high-level zergs remained at the back, their eerie eyes glowing as they directed their armies with brutal efficiency.
The defenders were being pushed back, their formations breaking apart, their morale wavering.
