This World Is Seriously Ill

At the same time, arcs of purplish-black light carved bloody trails through the Gray Mist, piercing and disintegrating Deep Ones, Old Ones, Shoggoths, and other entities in their path.

This was the wormhole sniping tactic from the Ju Xia Hao. Support from beyond-visual-range snipers eased everyone's pressure somewhat.

Soon after, over a thousand reinforcements clad in sealed Dark alloy armor, wielding light shields and carrying Vulcan Cannons, Ship-Slaying Swords, individual missiles, and other lethal weapons, passed through the wormhole and leaped onto the City of R'lyeh.

Meanwhile, large numbers of MAs and MSs spread through the Gray Mist, coordinating with the Shinra Special Forces to establish aerial suppression and clear a path for those on the ground.

Amid the fierce battle, blood rained down and severed limbs flew everywhere. The heavy stench of the sea spread through the air, while the wails of humans crushed by tentacles and the blazing light of machines exploding into fireballs rose and fell one after another.

Boom!

Thunder's body arched backward like a drawn bow. As his bones and muscles stretched into an exaggerated curve, he swung his arm forward with all his strength.

A brilliant crystal spike shaped like a hundred-meter spear tore through layers of Gray Mist and plunged into Cthulhu's eyeball, its tip protruding halfway from the back of its head.

Then, dense crystal clusters spread across the spear, embedding themselves deep into the monster's flesh before exploding with a thunderous crash.

Half of Cthulhu's body was torn apart by the terrifying shockwave. Foul, sickly green fluid splattered everywhere, spraying across the surrounding sea.

Yet incredibly, even with the Void Engine's resonance and the support of the Gray Mist and the City of R'lyeh, everyone's rate of destruction could not keep up with Cthulhu's recovery.

In just a single breath, clumps