As for refusal, Henir dared not even consider it. Hadn't he witnessed William stuffing a hundred million Zerg vassals into his divine domain within mere moments? With zero bargaining chips in hand, Henir could only let William manipulate him like clay.

  "Remember to launch the counter-invasion when they breach your domain. Wait for my signal!" William patted Henir's shoulder after receiving his nod of agreement, just as the invasion channels from Kenir and Bobo pierced through both their divine domains under William's eager gaze.

  The Zerg swarms waiting at the domain's edge immediately mobilized. Venomous dart dragonflies stationed at the periphery shot into the newly formed invasion channels the instant the connection stabilized, their compound eyes transmitting real-time reconnaissance of enemy territory back to William through divine possession.

  "Not bad - mountains, rivers, forests. Prime real estate." William licked his lips, already mentally claiming both domains as his own. Even as he monitored the battlefield, he reminded Henir through their mental link: "Strengthen the invasion channels now! Full counter-invasion!"

  On the opposing side, Kenir and Bobo realized something was wrong the moment their invasion channels connected. While Kenir found Henir's domain only 50% larger than his own - manageable through tactical superiority - Bobo nearly panicked when discovering William's domain tripled his in size.

  "Kenir! Their combined domains are over 4 million square kilometers! We've bitten off more than we can chew!" Bobo's psychic transmission carried rare tremors.

  "Cease expansion! Fortify channel entrances and begin severing connections!" Kenir ordered with forced calmness. But before they could react, their invasion channels suddenly doubled in capacity - the enemy had initiated counter-invasions.

  Any remaining doubts vanished. These weren't ordinary opponents. Now their only hope lay in their battle-hardened four-armed lycanthropes - genetically enhanced wolf-human hybrids standing over seven feet tall, armored in enchanted carapace armor, with a million awakened warriors among their ranks.

  The first wave of Zerg crashed against disciplined lycanthrope phalanxes like black tides breaking on steel cliffs. Thunder Beasts occasionally tore through defensive lines with bio-electric discharges, only to face frenzied countercharges from crimson-eyed berserkers under their gods' divine mandates. For every lycanthrope that fell, three more filled the gap.

  Watching through his aerial swarm's eyes, William sneered. This orderly resistance meant nothing. As the swirling vortex of winged Zerg darkened the skies above the battlefield, he knew the true carnage was about to begin.

  The moment the winged swarm descended, the battle would dissolve into the chaotic melee where Zerg excelled. Numbers and expendability versus quality and discipline - William's mandibles clicked in anticipation. Those pretty lycanthrope battle lines would drown in chitinous waves.

  Henir observed the familiar scene with morbid fascination. This mirrored his own defeat - the inexorable swarm tactics, the sky-blotting aerial forces, the endless queues of Zerg vassals waiting at invasion channels. Even now, fresh Zerg waves poured from his domain into the battle through pulsating organic portals.

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  Meanwhile, Bobo and Kenir's communication channels burned with frantic exchanges. "Their numbers are endless!" Bobo roared as a Thunder Beast's bio-plasma incinerated an entire lycanthrope battalion. "We need to collapse the channels now!"

  "Impossible!" Kenir snarled back, his projection flickering as he personally bolstered a collapsing frontline. "The channels are bio-locked! We need to..." His words dissolved into static as a swarm of razorwings shredded his divine avatar.

  Through the Zerg's synaptic network, William monitored every development. The lycanthropes' initial discipline was crumbling. Where their glowing war-axes had carved through Zerg ranks like harvest scythes, now mutant acid-spitters melted entire platoons into bubbling sludge.

  A particularly massive Thunder Beast breached the central command post, its bio-cannon reducing Kenir's war shrine to molten slag. The demoralized lycanthropes nearby fell into disarray, their berserker frenzy faltering without divine guidance. Sensing weakness, the Zerg swarm redoubled its assault.

  "Now," William whispered. The hovering aerial swarm dropped like a meteor shower. Razorwings dive-bombed artillery positions while spore bombers carpeted the rear lines with corrosive spores. The orderly lycanthrope formations dissolved into isolated pockets of resistance.

  Henir shuddered as he witnessed the tactical shift. This was exactly how his own elite dwarven legion had fallen - overwhelmed not through strategy, but pure relentless consumption. Each Zerg casualty meant nothing, while every lycanthrope death weakened their combat effectiveness exponentially.

  In the command center of his crystalline fortress, Bobo watched holographic displays flicker red with loss reports. His four arms trembled as he calculated the attrition rates. "Retreat! Fall back to secondary defenses!" he bellowed through divine channels.

  Too late. The Zerg had already infiltrated their supply lines. Burrowers erupted beneath ammunition depots while hijacked lycanthrope corpses shambled into medical tents as living bombs. What began as an orderly withdrawal became a rout.

  Kenir's domain fared worse. Having focused on frontal assaults, his rear defenses were paper-thin. Zerg tunneling teams emerged in sacred breeding grounds, slaughtering pups and destroying genetic archives. Without future generations, his clan was doomed.

  William monitored both battlefields simultaneously, his consciousness split across countless Zerg neural nodes. Casualty estimates scrolled through his mind - 870,000 Zerg losses against 230,000 lycanthrope deaths. Acceptable ratios. At this pace, total enemy collapse would occur within...

  A psychic scream interrupted his calculations. Henir's panicked transmission: "William! Their main god is intervening! Divine retribution incoming!"

  Sure enough, the skies above both battlefields darkened unnaturally. Reality itself warped as twin pillars of divine energy descended - the patron deities of Kenir and Bobo's bloodline making their move.

  William's lips curled. "About time." He'd anticipated this. Let the old gods come. Every second they manifested here meant less vigilance over their own domains. And while they busied themselves smiting Zerg...

  Deep in the void, two other Zerg swarms activated. Pre-positioned through secret channels weeks ago, they began burrowing into undefended divine realms - the true targets of this entire campaign.

  The patron gods' roars of fury shook the astral plane as they recognized the trap. But trapped they were, forced to choose between saving their descendants' domains or protecting their own holy sanctums.

  William laughed as the cosmic scales tipped in his favor. Let them rage. By dawn, two new Zerg hive worlds would orbit his expanding empire. And as for these troublesome lycanthrope clans... Well, their genetic material showed interesting potential. Perhaps worth preserving in the spawning vats.

  Henir watched in terrified awe as the godly interventions faltered. The Zerg swarm didn't just fight armies - it fought entire cosmologies. And against such voracious hunger, even gods eventually became prey.