Reincarnated as a Mosquito, I Sucked the Reborn Empress to Tears

Hunted by the Alien Race army, the remaining Human Race troops were routed, falling back again and again until they were behind the walls of the fifth defensive line.

In just a few short minutes, the black tide of the Alien Race had already surged to within three thousand meters of Beitian Pass.

In the sky and on the ground, they were everywhere—a dense, dark horde of the Alien Race.

Their ranks spanned the entire spectrum, from the lowest-tier Fierce Soldiers to Lord Level and Monarch Level beings.

The terrifying pressure, born from the convergence of countless murderous auras, weighed down on every surviving soldier at Beitian Pass. It felt like being crushed by a mountain, making it hard to even breathe.

However, unexpectedly, the Alien Race army didn’t attack immediately after arriving outside Beitian Pass.

They stopped, as if they were massing their forces, building up their power, and waiting for a signal. They were preparing to launch the final strike that would utterly shatter the Human Race’s last line of defense.

Behind Beitian Pass lay the vast northern plains of Great Xia.

Dozens of bustling cities were nestled there.

Right now, those cities had already descended into utter chaos.

Piercing air-raid sirens echoed over the cities, again and again.

On the streets, countless civilians ran about like headless chickens. Cries, screams, and the blaring of car horns wove together into a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

This was the first time the people of Great Xia had so clearly, so tangibly felt the terror of the Alien Race.

Before, with the border soldiers standing guard, the Alien Race was, for them, just a relatively distant, vague concept in the news.

They knew the Alien Race was terrifying, but that terror had always felt distant.

But now, they knew.

That terror could descend at any moment.

Maybe in half an hour, maybe in the next minute, those monsters they had only ever seen in videos would charge into the cities and tear them to pieces.

It wasn’t just the real-world cities.

The internet had already exploded.

All kinds of news, true and false, were flying around, amplifying the panic to an incredible degree.

“The Northern Domain’s entire defense line has collapsed! Is it true?”

“It’s true! My cousin is a soldier in the Northern Domain, his company has been wiped out! He’s trapped at Beitian Pass now, says they can’t hold it much longer!”

“We’re done for! The Alien Race is coming! Is this the apocalypse?”

“Where’s our army? Where are our experts? Why aren’t they sending reinforcements?!”

“I heard the reinforcements were called back by the Military Department… because they didn’t believe the Divine Mosquito’s intel…”

“Fuck! For real? The Divine Mosquito is on the battlefield? Why didn’t they believe the Divine Mosquito?!”

For a time, the entire internet was filled with despair, anger, and curses, as if the apocalypse had truly arrived.

…

At this moment, no one had time to worry about the public outcry online.

「At that same moment, under the heavy cover of night.」

A force of nearly ten thousand was marching rapidly through the air.

Every person pushed their Speed to the extreme, their Qi Blood and Mental Power burning frantically.

Leading them was none other than Li Zhantian of the East State Combat Zone.

The moment they received the order, they had turned around and begun rushing back to the Northern Domain.

But it was still too slow.

The resources for the Teleportation Arrays were completely depleted.

As an Emperor Realm expert, he could forcibly tear open Space, but only he could pass through.

It would be useless if he went alone. His more important mission was to bring this army with him.

His force field could accelerate the army’s overall speed.

Li Zhantian hovered at the head of the formation, gazing north, his heart burning with anxiety.

“Faster! A little faster! Full speed ahead!!” he roared at the soldiers behind him.

An adjutant flew to his side, his expression just as grave as he stared into the distance.

“Commander, it’s too late… At our current speed, even at our fastest, it’ll take at least an hour to reach Beitian Pass.”

“An hour… I’m afraid…”

Li Zhantian slammed his fist into the air before him, creating a muffled thud.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

“It’s my fault!”

“It’s all my fault! If only I had insisted a little more back then, if only I had chosen to believe that Divine Mosquito…”

“Now, we can only give it our all!”

「At the same time.」

From two other directions, Tie Mulan’s West Desert Direwolf Army and Mang Gu’s Southern Border Beast Cavalry were also racing desperately toward Beitian Pass, heedless of the cost.

It wasn’t just them.

Upon learning the true situation of the battle in the Northern Domain, countless experts throughout Great Xia mobilized.

The Military Department headquarters was also urgently mobilizing any available forces.

But all of this seemed to be too late.

Distant water cannot save a nearby fire.

…

「Northern Domain. Beitian Pass.」

The wind and snow grew heavier and heavier.

The cold snowflakes seemed to want to cover up the endless blood and sin on this land.

Tonight was exceptionally cold.

It was a bone-chilling cold, so cold it seemed to freeze one’s very heart.

Behind the wall, the surviving Human Race soldiers leaned against the fortifications of the fifth defensive line. Their eyes were vacant, their faces etched with despair.

With their backs against the wall, most of them didn’t even have the courage to turn and glance at the Alien Race army.

Their weapons were still in their hands, but their will to fight had been completely crushed.

’We can’t win.’

’It’s simply impossible.’

They had watched with their own eyes as their comrades, their officers, were torn to shreds and devoured by those alien monsters.

This sense of powerlessness was more terrifying than death itself.

But, at the very least, they hadn’t fled.

And yet, in the midst of this silent despair…

Luo Zhan finally stood up.

He dragged his heavily injured body, step by step, to the very front of Beitian Pass.

He stood there all alone.

Opposite him was the Alien Race army, poised and ready to launch its final all-out assault.

This first commander, who had guarded the Northern Domain for over a decade, was also filled with despair.

But he knew he could not retreat.

He was the Marshal of the Northern Domain.

Even if he had to die, he had to die before all his soldiers.

He was already prepared to share the fate of this land he had protected for half his life.

Finally, finally.

From within the Alien Race army, the screeching signal to attack rang out.

“ROAR—!!!”

The black tide began to surge once again, launching its final charge toward Beitian Pass.

Luo Zhan looked at the oncoming wave of death, his face showing no fear.

He did not retreat.

Instead, facing the overwhelming horde, he took a step forward, and then another.

Just as he was preparing to burn the last of his life force to launch this final strike, his body suddenly froze.

Because a familiar buzzing sound had echoed in his ears.

“BUZZ.”

Immediately after, a familiar mental message sounded directly in his mind.

“Marshal Luo, can you hear me?”

“To your left.”

…

Luo Zhan’s body started to tremble uncontrollably.

He stiffly turned his head to the left.

There, a ripple in Space spread out.

First, a giant, ethereal mosquito appeared.

Then, more spatial fluctuations followed, blooming across the sky like ripples!

“We have returned.”