Vulgar Chastity, who was in charge of one of the Parasites’ battlefronts, perished.

If this had happened a few years back, it would not have been a matter of much concern. Though the death of an Army Commander would have been a great shock, the Parasites always had leisure on their side.

If one Army Commander weren’t enough, they would dispatch two. If two Army Commanders weren’t enough, they would send three or four. Even then, they would have forces in reserve.

However, that was no longer the case. Less than half remained of the seven Army Commanders that once invoked fear in anyone who heard their names.

On the other hand, the Federation and humanity grew in strength, and an Earthling appeared that could rival the Parasites’ last line of defense, the Parasite Queen.

Now, it was no longer enough to say that the allied force held an advantage. The Parasites were experiencing the feeling of despair when faced with overwhelming odds stacked against them.

Unlike the allied force, which experienced this feeling every time they were attacked, this was a first for the Parasite Army Commanders, so it was a somewhat unfamiliar feeling.

If only they had some time to think of a method…

However, the allied force wasn’t so soft as to let go of such a preciously seized chance.

“Now’s the time! Let’s go!”

Roselle spoke sonorously and pushed down her conical hat. The broom she rode on quickly cut through the air to the vanguard, or to be more precise, where Unsightly Humility was.

Philip Muller was also running…...