But such power couldn't target the chaotic monsters.
The bullets clinked against the pitch-black armor, sparking and smoking, nearly filling the entire corridor.
The soldiers couldn't see their target anymore, but they didn't let go of the trigger, continuing to pour out firepower, because although they couldn't see, they could still hear.
They could hear the gradually approaching crashing sound, amidst the chaotic gunfire, the increasingly clear footsteps.
Distorted steel slashed through the smoke, chopping down soldiers along with the guns in their hands.
Roger lifted the still-living corpse, wanting to examine the horror on its face, but more bullets came, turning the body into chunks of flesh, staining the pitch-black armor.
"Fragile, powerless, futile..."
Roger put down the long spike, and the broken body fell off with it. His eyes were hollow under the pitch-black face armor as he stared at the pathetic humans, with a rising fury.
