Ivan's barrage of fire had been highly effective, but Barney and the others had still underestimated how powerful the demons were.
These Hellhounds and Hexhorn Demon Bulls were already up to the standards of a regular demon army. They were far more powerful than those Gluttony Demons and Goatmen...
Rockets combined with machine-gun fire had dealt with the first wave of Hellhounds, but the second wave of Hexhorn Demon Bulls was proving too much for them.
Hundreds of Hexhorn Demon Bulls charged together. The ones in front lowered their heads and aimed the hardest parts of their bodies at the Eight-Legged Robots spitting bullets at them.
The bullets struck the bulls' skulls, each as big as a car door, and could only tear the skin enough to make them cry out in pain. But the mammoth-sized bulls had enormous momentum as they charged. They wouldn't stop unless they were dead...
Barney frowned as he pulled his greatsword out of a Hellhound's belly. Watching the herd charging toward them, he shouted, "Form up, form up! Mode 5..."
As he sent out control signals, Barney yelled at Ivan, who had disappeared somewhere in the fray, "Ivan, we need help! Where the hell did you go?"
As Barney spoke, the other members of the Suicide Squad quickly fell in beside him. Fifty Eight-Legged Robots at the front extended connectors from their sides, and within seconds they had formed a double defensive line about sixty meters long.
The modified Eight-Legged Robots Barney and the others were piloting deployed two enormous chainsaws from their undersides and braced them at the front. Then they poured what little ammunition they had left into the charging Hexhorn Demon Bulls as if it were free...
Hearing Barney's call, Ivan replied over the communicator in a hoarse voice, "Hold on