Emerald-green sludge soaked the land plowed over by artillery fire, its rotten stench suffocating.
Dark green fungal filaments protruded from the soil, like blood vessels forcibly ripped from beneath the skin.
Artillery still thundered in the distance, and burning steel kept falling from the sky like an endless rain.
One hundred and twenty Conqueror tanks formed the spearhead of the assault. Their thick main guns and nearly red-hot coaxial machine guns continuously spat flames, pouring ferocious firepower into the gaps between the rear artillery's arcing bombardments.
Tens of thousands of clone infantrymen clutched Ripper rifles, roaring as they chased the tracers dancing across the sky. They charged recklessly toward the fungal mutants blasted to pieces, venting their boiling rage with the most primitive cries.
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Roo—!!"
A fungal mutant, its body covered in wounds from heavy artillery shrapnel, let out a mournful cry that sounded almost like a roar. Its bloated body swelled like an umbrella, continuously squeezing out clouds of dark green spores.
Those dark green spore clouds were like some kind of miracle drug. The fungal mutants that came into contact with them moaned in pleasure, staggering out of shell craters as their blasted-off limbs healed at a visible rate.
Especially the "walking corpses" and "corpse hounds"!
Though these cannon fodder were not known for their offensive capabilities, they possessed extraordinary resilience. After taking just one breath of the spores, they twisted and struggled back to life.
In the blink of an eye, the dark green cloud had been completely inhaled, while the "big mushroom" that released the spores seemed to wilt, shrinking by a whole size.
Noticing what was happening, the charging clone squad immediately closed in. Their rifles kept firing as they maintained their momentum and pressed forward.
The big mushroom took several shots and was