Bullets linked into streams, pouring down like a torrential rain.
Kyle stiffly turned his head. When he saw those towering figures, the fear and bewilderment lingering on his face suddenly faded, replaced by a relieved smile.
The Banshees had arrived.
Clad in heavy armor, they carried weapons in all six arms. Their hand-cranked Gatling Guns spun madly, each rotation sending bullets flying to join the storm-like barrage.
The clash of metal against metal, the scrape of metal across the ground, the blast of igniting gunpowder, and the shriek of bullets tearing through the air merged into a sacred hymn of steel.
Even on the battlefield, even with terrifying monsters before him, Kyle could not help but lose himself for a moment.
It was as if the seawater had surged forth again, as if Fishmen and arm monsters once more filled his vision, wailing as they charged forward. Memories of the past overlapped with reality.
And those towering figures clad in heavy armor, like gods walking among mortals, had come to their side just as they had before.
Gunfire had never felt so reassuring.
Fervor gradually filled the Faithguard Army soldiers' eyes. They recited the Holy Scripture and cheered at the arrival of reinforcements.
"We are the Banshees of Castel, here by the Count's will." Ash's cool voice rang out in every direction.
"From this moment on, we take over the battlefield."
She did not wait for the prince to respond. This was a declaration, not a negotiation.
The Banshees swiftly changed formation. Each of them sprinted in a different direction, surrounding the monster before them.
[Loving Mother] smashed down its arms without hesitation. Attacks that had forced the Faithguard Army to flee for their lives now seemed to move in slow motion, easily dodged by the Banshees.
They wore heavy