"Alright."
The Silver-Haired Youth responded, his gaze turning once more toward the human team.
By then, the group had finished the battle and were excitedly discussing their spoils.
"Haha, those headshots just now were awesome! One shot each, just like target practice!"
"That grenade toss was pretty good too. It blew over three of them at once and saved us plenty of bullets."
"But these Mutant Creatures are getting harder and harder to deal with. We need to be careful and not let them get close."
"Come on, anything that can be dealt with by bullets and grenades is nothing special. Forget Sequence—even slightly stronger Mutant Creatures can dodge bullets and ignore grenades."
"These wolves were just ordinary stuff."
"You make it sound like we can deal with powerful Mutant Creatures. There are so many of us, but how many can actually withstand bullets and ignore grenades? If we run into Sequence, forget it. We probably won't even be able to escape."
"I was just saying."
As they spoke, they began skillfully carving up the Mutant Wolves' corpses.
Fur, bones, teeth, organs, meat from different parts... Their movements were swift and orderly. Clearly, they had long grown accustomed to this kind of work.
Since the Reiki Revival, both humans and Mutant Creatures had become several times stronger than before. Yet those capable of completely ignoring weapons such as firearms and grenades still made up only a small fraction of the vast population.
However, compared with humans living in modern civilization, Mutant Creatures lived in nature, where the weak were prey to the strong. Those that were too weak had mostly been eliminated, and the ones that remained were generally somewhat powerful.
Many times, they would encounter several relatively powerful Mutant Creatures. At times like that, guns and grenades could only