Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

Chapter 830: The Bug Prince’s Thoughts

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Nick and Pat only took a break for a month before returning to their seclusion.

Aside from eating, cleaning up, unwinding, and sleeping, they didn’t do anything else during that month. Even their clones that handled the usual matters of the council were left on autopilot.

After that, they returned to their seclusion rooms without a word of complaint. They know what must be done, and they’ve come too far to stop.

Gibson, Berk, and Urek kept an eye on things while the both of them were occupied as usual. But now that they’ve learned the truth about the next step, they too began making preparations.

No, they themselves didn’t go in seclusion. Their clones did in their stead, one of each.

It’s not really a priority, more like a head start while they’re still occupied with other matters. If, somehow, their clones got lucky, great! If not, no skin off their backs.

They’d eventually get there. Sooner or later doesn’t matter much for now. They have plenty of time.

As for Gibson, he took a longer break compared to Berk and Urek.

Those two were practically on indefinite vacation since they had their clones. Unlike Gibson, their responsibilities don’t take too much time. Even then, they could always send their clones to do their jobs instead.

Gibson was different. He had to be in the front lines and in front of a drawing board to continue his project. That’s why he’s the busiest and most deserving of a break.

As for the Bug Prince of War assaulting the frontier? He really wasn’t worried about him.

He left a clone in the Space Marines HQ. If that thing dares to push bravely and think a little too highly of himself, Gibson doesn’t mind teaching him a very painful lesson, one that should leave a deep mental and physical scar on him, reminding him to never do it again.

Gibson doesn’t take that thing seriously. If the Bug Empress truly wasn’t as stupid as they thought she was, then she would warn her son to respect the sharpness of humanity’s fangs.

This was his confidence and the reason why he allowed himself to take an extended vacation.

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And warning him, the Bug Empress certainly did.

Pelle still recalled what his mother said before she allowed him to charge out of the Crimson Womb Chaos Realm.

She said, ’Do not be reckless. Do not charge blindly into the Space Marines’ frontier. If you must, take the knights and many of your siblings with you. The Space Marines have a weapon that could inflict serious damage on me if I were caught careless.’

’You are not me. I’m sorry, but that’s just the truth. If that thing can injure me, it could kill you. So please, for your sake and mine. Do. Not. Be. Stupid.’

’Don’t break my heart, son.’

Her words certainly chilled the blazing fire and enthusiasm Pelle felt before heading out.

As reckless and as eager as he was to start slaughtering humans to establish the prestige of ’The Horde,’ Pelle wasn’t so stupid as to not heed his mother’s warning.

But he’d lie if he said that he didn’t feel bitter about it.

The bitterness didn’t stem from his mother’s distrust of his abilities, no. His mother knows him best, and she wouldn’t have said anything if she knew that he’d be just fine.

His bitterness came from his envy of the human race. Because in his eyes, the heavens are very biased to them.

Humans were nothing once upon a time. They’re a bunch of nobodies that couldn’t even break through the cage that is their own home. Nobody knows them or cares about them. They’re even weaker than the original Insect Race.

But once they discovered how big the world truly was, how large and vast the Primitive Universe was, they started growing, and they have never stopped ever since.

They kept growing stronger and stronger until they became known. They’ve gone from clinging to their miserable experience to, shortly later, forcing everybody to respect them.

And much later after that, they eliminated their competitors and began the sovereign race of the Heavenly Star Chaos Realm, claiming its entirety for their own use.

Their growth and rise was meteoric. Once they landed, they ran and never stopped. They could never be stopped, only slowed down.

They’ve grown strong enough to rival the Horde, and they only used a fraction of the time needed to catch up to their level.

How terrifying is that?

As reckless as Pelle was, he’s not stupid. He knows the threat that the human race possesses. He shared his mother’s wariness towards them; that’s why, just like her, he also wanted to wipe them out as soon as he could.

The Humans and the Horde could never exist under the same sky. One must be removed from existence completely for the other to survive. That’s the ultimatum.

But the worst part? Wiping out humans would prove to be very difficult.

If it was easy, his mother would’ve done it long ago. She wouldn’t have waited this long to do so.

None of them even knew if it was even possible anymore.

Nevertheless, they still have to try anyway. And of course, that starts here, at the dimensional gap where the space marines are stationed.

Pelle, heeding his mother’s warnings, didn’t recklessly invade the dimensional gap with his army.

Instead, he reinforced the nests and his siblings that were already there. He did it from a distance, imbuing them with bloodlust that increased their animosity and raw strength. This was one of his abilities as the Bug Prince of War.

He also sent some of his men to organize their assault, making them more disciplined in their attacks and making them more effective while he observed from a distance.

At first, this showed some result.

The sudden organization and discipline of the bugs caught the space marines off guard. It allowed the bugs to push deeper into the territory.

Alas, it didn’t last for long.

The Space Marines showed them what actual discipline and tactics look like. In just a single operation, they reversed the push, and things returned to stalemate again.

They didn’t even have the chance to warm their new positions before they were pushed back.

Pelle wasn’t surprised. He understands. His bug siblings were simple-minded creatures. They’re mostly driven by instincts. Forcing them to follow military orders is already pushing it.

There was no way they could’ve done better against Space Marines—actual soldiers who live and die through orders from their commanders.

The Space Marines were built through a crucible of trials and discipline; none of them could’ve laid their hands on Space Marine weaponry and armory if they hadn’t successfully passed or completed their training.

There’s simply no way the bugs could compare to them in terms of discipline. The Space Marines had been doing this their entire lives.

But Pelle wasn’t in a hurry.

He was observing, learning, and memorizing. This was the major difference between him and his pitiful siblings.

Pelle might have a reckless streak because of his love for combat and confrontation, but by no means was he stupid. Of course, he’s not as smart as his sister, Maricel, but he’s perfectly capable on his own.

He wants to use their own tactics against them, just to see what kind of result it’ll bring.

Even though his siblings were stupid, he outranks them and could force them to obey his commands. And just like Space Marines, his siblings wouldn’t mind dying for the cause.

The best part is they already outnumber the space marines by a lot. The Space Marines were only being saved by their technology and weaponry.

Pelle has already seen the reliance of the Space Marines. He knows that if he could just do something to shut down their weapons factory and their energy source, the entire space marine frontier would collapse under the collective weight of the Horde, and the Heavenly Star would be breached.

Alas, knowing and doing are two completely different concepts.

It’s easy on paper but extremely difficult, nigh impossible, even, in application.

If Pelle wanted to achieve this, he must be prepared to risk his own life as well. Not even once did he think that his siblings would be able to do it in his stead. Because if they could, they would’ve, at this point.

But again, Pelle wasn’t in a hurry.

He’s got time. This stalemate works just fine with him.

With time at his side, he could attempt many things and slowly figure out the right way to produce the reaction he wants.

He will figure out the full operation of the space marines piece by piece if he has to.

And when he finally does, it’ll be glorious.

The idea of seeing their despairing faces as their reliance shatters before their very eyes and his siblings tear through everything they knew and loved while he, Pelle—the Bug Prince of War—struts through the wreckage of their base as if he owns it, fills him with so much excitement and exhilaration.

If he could achieve this, his mother would be so damn happy.

That alone would be worth all the time this will need for him to do.