"Everyone, suppress them with firepower!"
Koyanskaya, wearing a naval cap and a pink-and-white uniform, stood atop the embankment and watched the surging black tide roll in. Her golden eyes gleamed faintly as she planted one hand on her hip, swept her right arm downward, and barked coldly.
At once, the two accompanying Slaughter Soldiers squads took up commanding positions. As the thousands of charging Shadow Servants entered their firing range, they decisively pulled their triggers in alternating volleys.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"
The flying bullets shrieked through the air, carving vivid orange-red arcs through the sky and forming a sparse yet impenetrable crossfire net. The charging Shadow Servants were forcibly halted.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Amid dull tearing sounds, dozens of Shadow Servants at the front jolted and staggered. Beneath the black mist, their eyes flickered like twin flames as they stiffly looked down, only to discover that the seemingly insignificant bullet holes in their chests, limbs, and abdomens were expanding like magma poured into their bodies, melting them from within and leaving behind horrifying gaping holes.
Before long, the black mist around the dozens of shot Shadow Servants boiled over, and they exploded with a boom, turning into dissipating smoke and splattering mud.
"The scent of slaughter, the scent of gunpowder. Very good! Everyone, send these empty shells back to hell to reflect!"
Koyanskaya's upturned lips stretched into a savage grin, and an excited gleam flashed in her golden eyes. She was like a vicious beast awakened in the night, remembering its instinct to hunt.
At the same time, Samael noticed light and shadows shifting behind the Fox Spirit. Several towering pillars rose from the ground, forming the shape of a torii gate and casting scarlet radiance across the entire embankment.
Thus, the Slaughter Soldiers in Russian military caps, black greatcoats, and