The multi-barreled metal gun was spinning at high speed, emitting an irritating noise.
At the muzzle of the metal barrel, accompanied by an orange glow, an invisible metal storm was tearing through the air at several Mach speeds.
This force ripped the misshapen monsters ahead into pieces.
The armor on these creatures was first destroyed, either blasted to pieces or embedded into their flesh.
After large sections of armor were removed, the metal storm turned their bodies into shredded meat.
A large mass of these monsters was being torn to pieces, leaving a ground covered in meat scraps.
Yet more monsters continued to surge forward, trampling the ground's meat scraps and various chaotic remains, mixing them together into a thoroughly nauseating, bloody scene.
However, this wasn't the most horrifying thing.
"Damn it, these cursed monsters!"
"Aim for the head, blow their brains out!"
"If you don't completely pulverize their heads, these monsters never end!!!"
Several angry roars overpowered the sound of the metal storm, interspersed with curses and cowardly sobs.
What was originally a company of troops, over a thousand people, now had fewer than three hundred left.
And of those who had perished, more than half had joined the other side, aligning with those monsters.
So among the monsters they were now firing upon, some might have once been their comrades.
And these monsters, if their heads weren't destroyed, would absorb other corpses, reassembling into even more horrifying forms before attacking them again.
"What's wrong?"
"Scared?"
"Want to retreat?"
The monsters that should have continued charging toward them suddenly stopped moving.
Empty eye sockets oozing with unknown turbid fluids, half-rotted eyeballs stuck to decaying arms, eyeballs fused with teeth deep in throats, and more.
Places that seemed capable of watching them cast scornful gazes.
It was the mockery of daemons.
Various parts of these misshapen, disfigured bodies emitted uncomfortable, strange sounds.
What appeared to be their mouths were whispering something.
As if saying resistance was meaningless, suggesting they should embrace the monsters, surrender to chaos.
Then, they wouldn't have to suffer so much, they would receive the blessing of chaos.
"Fools, why did you stop?!"
"Damn it, do you want to die?!"
"Fire! Fire now!"
The communications channel, which had momentarily quieted, erupted with the hoarse roars of veterans and the thundering of weapons.
These sounds awakened most of the new recruits who had stopped firing, and they immediately moved to pull their triggers.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Their brief hesitation allowed the monsters before them to launch a counterattack.
But the bodies of these monsters were instantly blown apart and torn to shreds by countless bullets and lasers.
Had reinforcements arrived?
No, this was the monsters' counterattack.
The bullets and lasers tearing them apart weren't fired from their side, but attacks coming from behind the monsters.
As the monsters' bodies were torn and blasted apart, more dense bullets and laser beams, no longer obstructed, penetrated through to their side.
Many people were harvested by death before they could react.
Live ammunition hitting the head, without helmet protection, resulted in exploding skulls.
Hits to limbs needn't be mentioned—immediate severing.
As for chest armor, it was instantly breached under the impact of several bullets, then internal organs were shredded.
High-energy beams from laser guns, without armor protection, instantly vaporized and penetrated flesh.
But if the beams hit armor, the lucky ones were thrown back like ricocheting bullets—not the beam bouncing off, but the person being thrown.
Some had their armor vaporized, not necessarily due to insufficient defense, but possibly because of higher-powered beams.
Thus, caught unprepared by this counterattack, they were turned into blood mist, quartered, dismembered, with flesh flying everywhere.
The vast majority of those who died in this first exchange were new recruits.
Individual veterans who sensed danger had immediately dropped to the ground without hesitation.
So, in the blink of an eye, their bodies were covered with large amounts of corpse fragments.
The bloody stench of flesh chunks, the peculiar smell of internal organs, the foul stench from intestines, the smell of burning, the odor of machine oil, all mixed together—the smell made their heads dizzy and stomachs severely nauseous.
But there was no time to notice these things now. The strong-willed veterans fiercely returned fire with their weapons.
They saw those corrupted bodies.
Their rotting flesh seemed to have fused with their clothes, armor, and weapons into one entity—truly sickening and horrifying.
They were howling, delighting in freely pouring firepower in this direction.
And the firepower knocking them down was also weakening.
The veteran couldn't help looking back; the new recruits further behind seemed to have completely lost order and couldn't organize an attack.
Retreating in disorder, they crowded together with people behind them, making perfect mass targets.
There was no hope; the collapse of this area's defense line was inevitable.
Hm?
Why was his vision askew? Why was everything spinning chaotically?
Ah, he understood. He saw himself.
Although smeared with various body parts making him unrecognizable, he still identified the headless body blown into two pieces as his own through subtle differences.
"No retreat!"
"Who gave you permission to retreat?!"
"Take your weapons and fire at your damned enemies!"
"Damn it!"
"Fire!"
As the orders were issued, the veterans pulled their triggers without hesitation.
The rest, coming to their senses at the sound of gunfire, also roared with their weapons.
Their expressions seemed somewhat numb as they watched the soldiers retreating toward the second defense line, watching these people being harvested by the storm of death they had initiated.
Bang!
Bang!
Under the roar of numerous weapons, two gunshots, though seemingly weak, were particularly noticeable.
The reason was that the targets of these two shots within the company were their own people—the protective mask on the face shattered, leaving a large hole that penetrated through the back of the skull.
Witnessing this, the company commander, enraged, was about to fire an explosive round from his bomb gun into this bastard who had shot his own comrade from less than ten meters away.
But before he could pull the trigger, a sharp pain in his hand made him drop his gun—a short knife was stuck in the back of his hand.
His expression suddenly changed. Just as he was about to react, a heavy blow made his body temporarily lose control.
By the time he regained his senses, he was already subdued and being used as a human shield.
The speed of his attacker was both shocking and terrifying, causing him both fear and anger.
At the same time, he felt a strange discomfort, as if under a mental attack.
Just as he was about to roar for others to shoot the attacker regardless of his own safety—
"These two were already beguiled by daemons."
The attacker's low and rapid voice made him pause.
But how could he easily believe such a thing? Who did this person think he was?
"I am the Untouchable (Blank/Psychic)."
These additional words stopped the shout that was about to leave his lips.
The Untouchable?