Chapter 1421: Wrong Decision

A lapse of focus in battle is always fatal.

An intermediate Alien Species, already weakened to the point of exhaustion with half its body torn apart, hadn't finished speaking when an aberrant smashed its body with a single hand the next second.

Although they knew such a mistake in battle should never be made, at this moment every Alien Species squad leader realized how serious the problem was!

If only a few Alien Species sent from the rear support had disappeared at the start, this could be written off as a special case—perhaps they had just joined the battle and died before reaching their squads, causing a miscount.

But if one mistake, one disappearance can be understood, what about a batch? What about a group?

Moreover, the missing weren't just low-grade Fourth Stage; quite a few were mid-grade Fourth Stage! Even a few Overlords seemed to have vanished！？

Almost in an instant, starting with the low-level Alien Species that first noticed the problem, this extremely abnormal report was quickly relayed into the hands of the Dominion-level Alien Species.

Under high-intensity command, while directing the battle, he continuously unleashed Rule Ability to hold back the charging aberrants.

As the highest-grade Dominion-level Alien Species on the battlefield, he gazed with a solemn expression at the rapidly spreading information.

Panic spread, and within the Alien Species ranks, voices calling for reinforcements began to arise.

Alien Species in the rear were continuously disappearing—this clearly meant an aberrant had infiltrated!

Moreover, the slaughter speed kept increasing, yet they received no related information at all. This could only mean the aberrant sneaking into their rear was extraordinarily special!

"Disappeared!? Go back!? There's likely a special aberrant that has infiltrated the rear!?"

"Suspected number of missing Alien Species..."

"Four hundred seventeen!?"

Watching one shocking report after another burst forth, this Dominion-level Alien Species couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart.

Four hundred Fourth‑stage Alien Species might not seem like much, but for the intensity of a death‑struggle battlefield, it's only an appetizer.

But the problem is... from the moment the first Alien Species suspected to have disappeared first began, only thirty‑seven minutes had passed...

This means ten Alien Species are disappearing every minute, including two Dominion-level Alien Species...

Danger!!

In an instant, the two words 'danger' like an alarm suddenly appeared in his mind!

This killing efficiency! And yet not the slightest abnormality came from the rear!

Could it be...

Has a king‑level force broken into their rear!!?

Fall back... or hold here!?

Realizing he had to decide quickly, the Overlord subconsciously glanced at the tense battlefield and, in a very short time, hardened his resolve.

Give up! Give up on reinforcements!

If they withdraw now, the aberrants, who are naturally better at solo combat, could inflict massive casualties during their retreat!

They can only hold these monsters by layering Rule Power into a domain‑like existence to keep the enemy at bay!

But if chaos erupts, the Rule Power can't be replenished...

Then even he could be slain in an instant by the aberrant commander's charge!

"These damned monsters! What the hell are they thinking!?"

He couldn't help but curse quietly.

The Overlord watched furiously as countless kin were smashed to death; facing the aberrant wielding the strongest force under a king‑level, they could not mount an effective counterattack!

That aberrant commander, towering hundreds of meters tall, was practically an invincible monster!

In the past, their wars with the aberrants escalated gradually until only a Sovereign's intervention could end them.

But now...

He had no idea why these aberrants had gone mad, wanting to charge here!

This is one of the outermost battlefields; besides an aberrant core built here, there's nothing worth destroying for thousands of kilometers around!

If he goes back, he might die, and the aberrants will pour in en masse!

If he doesn't go back, at least he can hold out until the king‑level arrives, and the rear...

Might be fine?

Losing a batch of low‑rank is nothing... but if a king‑level aberrant truly had broken into the rear, the commotion and anomalies could not possibly be as silent as now.

Having reached this conclusion, after swiftly weighing the pros and cons, this Dominion-level Alien Species instantly ignored the lower‑tier reports.

"Most likely a special aberrant! Like those monsters with extraordinarily high psychic power!"

"Their sustained combat ability is extremely poor, and their bodies aren't that strong either. The rear's defensive forces should be enough to stop them..."

"Even if we retreat ten thousand steps, it's better if the core is destroyed than if I die!"

Both sides were playing a game, coincidentally.

Mistakenly believing the aberrants aimed to seize a great Alien Species Overlord, once again he made the choice that was, in fact, the right one.