Mutant soldiers surged toward the Jungle Corps like a tide, beastly roars and clashing metal shaking the entire forest.
"Charge!! Smash them into pulp with your clubs and hammers!!"
"Ogre!!!"
Shouting himself hoarse, Ogre urged his subordinates forward.
However, before long, a mutant sentry stumbled out of the woods and reported to him with a terrified expression.
"Centurion Gulu is dead! More than half of his brothers have been killed or wounded—"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by an enraged roar.
"Useless trash!!"
Clenching his fists, Ogre's eyes bulged wide, the whites webbed with blood vessels, his crimson gums seeming ready to bleed.
There were only twenty or so people on the other side!
No matter where they were, such a small number of humans could be drowned in minutes—not even enough to fill his brothers' teeth!
And yet now—
More than five hundred of his brothers had been held back by these twenty men, and they had even lost a centurion!
To him, this was an unbearable humiliation!
"A bunch of useless sacks! Even pigs would be better than you!"
Just as Ogre roared in fury, a bloodthirsty howl tore through the woods. The forest ahead seemed to have been struck by a shell, clouds of dust rolling outward.
The twenty or thirty mutant warriors sent in earlier seemed to have been hit head-on by that howl, and everyone's steps faltered.
Raising an arm to shield himself from the dust, Ogre looked toward the disturbance just in time to see two mutant warriors cleaved in half at the waist!
The two machine guns clutched in their arms had not even fired before they were shredded by the shrieking claws!
Ogre's dark green pupils suddenly contracted as his gaze met a pair of amber eyes.
It was a