The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Chapter 69 To The Outside World (End) First Magic Beast

Rodion paused for a second as Mikhailis stared at the screen, assessing the situation with a sharp eye.

Option C: Combining infiltration with external assault, aiming for maximum damage and faster incapacitation. Estimated success rate: 79%.>

Mikhailis smirked at the options being presented to him. He looked at the screen, watching the direwolf's heaving chest as it struggled to recover.

"Rodion, Option C looks like our best bet. Let's take it by the mouth and the throat. We'll play smart here, I'd rather not lose more ants than we need to." Your journey continues at empire

Rodion's mechanical voice was suddenly interrupted by an alert, and Mikhailis glanced at his display with wide eyes as the number of units began to change.

"Well, look at that..." Mikhailis muttered, a grin forming on his face. "Looks like the queen's got something to say. She wants to make sure this is over as safely as possible, huh? Let her do her thing, Rodion. This will be a good learning experience for her in strategizing."

Mikhailis watched in anticipation, his heart pounding as the swarm of chimera ants and flame scarabs mobilized under the queen's command. The frog variant had climbed higher into the tree, preparing to keep an eye on the situation from above. Below, the flame scarabs moved swiftly towards the direwolf's massive, open mouth, two of them slipping inside along with a soldier ant.

It was almost surreal, like watching a hamster sneak inside a sleeping dog's mouth.

"Rodion, we need to finish this quickly!" Mikhailis urged, his voice strained.

The direwolf's roars grew weaker, its body swaying as the flame scarabs intensified their attack, their bodies glowing a bright red as they burned hotter and hotter. The soldier ant inside continued its assault, tearing into the wolf's throat, obstructing its airway further.

The wolf's movements became sluggish, its legs giving way beneath it as it collapsed onto the ground, its breath coming in shallow, wheezing gasps. Mikhailis could see the desperation in its eyes, the way it struggled to stay alive despite the odds stacked against it.

"Come on... just a bit more," Mikhailis whispered, his eyes locked on the screen.

The wolf let out one final, guttural growl, its body shuddering violently before it fell still. The flame scarabs crawled out of its mouth, their bodies covered in soot and ichor, but their luminescence still flickering.

Mikhailis let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, his body sagging back against the chair. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the tension drain from his body. They had done it. His ants had taken down a Baron-ranked direwolf—something that should have been impossible for creatures their size. And yet, they had succeeded.

"Ten soldiers... seven scarabs," Mikhailis muttered, his voice tinged with regret. "It's a hefty cost, but we did it." He bit his lip, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the screen.

"Rodion, take note. We need to revise our strategy. We can't afford to lose that many soldiers every time. The queen's going to need to think more creatively next time."

Mikhailis nodded, his eyes still locked on the fallen direwolf. It lay there, massive and imposing, even in death. The flame scarabs and soldier ants moved around it, their movements more subdued now that the battle was over.

"Have the soldiers secure the body. The queen's going to want to feast," Mikhailis said, a small smile playing at his lips.