The M-6 Seraphim guns had proven their worth.
The coordinated fire from the Crown Prince's private army began to turn the tide.
As the soldiers followed Mark's command to fire in pairs, the M-6 Seraphim mana guns lit up the valley with streaks of blue light.
Each shot was done perfectly, aimed at joints and weak spots rather than the thick torsos of the golems.
When a bullet struck true, it detonated with a sharp thud, severing limbs or destabilizing cores. The Rock Golems that had been pressing into the middle ranks began to falter…
Thanks to their attack, their formations broke after several synchronized assaults.
Mark watched the battlefield calmly. However, he knew that they had limited ammunition, so they shouldn't be thinking of stopping this Dungeon Outbreak with their small team.
For now, he didn't celebrate the kills, he measured the pressure on the front line as he needed to give precise orders…
