The damp, humid heat rose from the ground, stimulating everyone's senses.
Among the remains and fragments of bugs littered across the ground were many pieces of human corpses.
Above the battlefield, tainted with the stench of body fluids and gunpowder, the Imperial Army's Eagle Flag fluttered eternally over the hive.
Atop the mucous-covered hive, countless human warriors wielded flamethrowers, thoroughly torching it again and again.
This incineration had to be repeated several rounds.
Whether it was all the contamination left behind by the bugs or the dismembered corpses of beastmen, fire was their greatest nemesis.
Bugs that knew neither fear nor flight didn't require humans to go searching for them; their bloodthirsty nature ensured they would present themselves before humans, one after another.
Now, what was left was an empty nest that no longer harbored a single bug.
