Apart from its large-scale psychic control abilities, no one knew what kind of close combat strength it possessed.
But just by looking at its extremely explosive muscular form and those four terrifying blade-arms, no one would doubt this point.
The Bug Race, a species that extremely craves practicality, would never evolve useless traits for the sake of so-called face or appearance.
"Perhaps, our target should not be these 'guards'."
"There is always a reason for the way the Scientific Research Institute names and identifies them, guards simply exist to protect important characters. Maybe we can bypass these guards, and first take down the real leader."
Thus, their gazes turned towards the slowly approaching crimson behemoth.
"As long as we kill it, these 'guards' will not be feared!"
Not being able to break through the defense was just a temporary state, every material has its fatigue limit.
Constant dripping wears away a stone.