Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~
The sound of countless spinning propellers merged into one, like a death warrant sent by the King of Hell, making everyone's scalp tingle.
Looking up, people could see the sky almost completely filled with densely packed drones. There was nowhere to run.
The drone swarm had entered combat mode, diving down to fire in waves.
A single wave could easily cause thousands of casualties.
No matter how fiercely the people's anger blazed, they were still only flesh and blood. One bullet was enough to take a life.
The crowd fell in swaths like a field of wheat being cut down, and the ground was instantly stained red with blood.
Being struck in a vital spot and dying on the spot would have been the better outcome.
The real terror was being wounded but not killed, lying on the ground screaming and watching helplessly as the panicked crowd trampled you to death.
It wasn't that no one fought back.
In fact, some people who had managed to seize weapons from the armed forces were aiming their guns at the sky, trying to retaliate.
With drones packed so densely overhead, they really could shoot a few down. But before they had time to celebrate, they would soon be hit with a precise strike.
And the most demoralizing thing about unmanned equipment was that no matter how many drones you shot down, all you did was cost the other side a few manufactured goods. If you were hit, on the other hand, you paid with your life.
The two sides' stakes were completely unequal. Even an idiot knew that the first thing to do was run.
As a result, the people's counterattacks grew increasingly sparse, and more and more of them focused only on fleeing in every direction.
Screams swiftly