"Fire!"
"Spread out! Move! Move! Move!!"
Kyle shouted as he led the Faithguard Army forward at a run, panting as he looked up at [Loving Mother].
He had to estimate where [Loving Mother]'s limbs would come crashing down so he could lead his squad out of the way in advance, or fire at that Flesh Mountain-like body during the gaps between its attacks.
Would shooting even work? Kyle had no time to find out, but he already had a vague answer in his heart—probably not.
Only by standing before this monster could one truly grasp how enormous it was. It was practically like Castel Cathedral had stood up and begun attacking them!
Thankfully, that cathedral could not actually stand up. There were plenty of machine-gun bunkers on it, after all. Kyle's mind wandered wildly.
Their battle was far from easy, and at the beginning, they had even been in a miserable state. Fortunately, Granny was watching over the fight. Whenever their coordination slipped up, a large unit of Faithguard soldiers would suddenly appear, drawing [Loving Mother]'s attention before being crushed flat.
Kyle knew that was Granny's supernatural ability.
The Faithguard Army had fought alongside supernatural beings during the Deep Sea War, but this was the first time they had seen one personally take action on the battlefield. The Nymphs of Moth Chasing Flame had only assisted with command before. After all, there had been too many enemies then, so personally entering the fray would not have accomplished much.
Seizing an opening, Kyle shouted, "Granny, what should we do next? Rifles alone can't kill it!"
Kyle was the leader of this Faithguard unit, but the thing before them was, after all, a supernatural monster. He chose to trust Granny's judgment.
Sure enough, Granny's voice sounded by his ear. "I've contacted Josh