Beneath the deep sea, the appearance of more than thirty mass-produced units instantly left the distant Reincarnators dumbfounded.
Cursing that they couldn't afford to provoke this, they quickly retreated from the area.
The situation was already obvious. Unit-01's driver was absurdly rich—not only could he mass-produce Spears of Longinus, but he could casually build mass-produced units too.
How the hell were they supposed to play this? They might as well just watch him play by himself!
Even as they cursed, the Reincarnators were on edge, terrified that the Main God would suddenly issue a mission declaring that only the final survivor in this world could leave.
If that happened, they would have no way out but death.
He could casually produce more than thirty mass-produced units. Who knew what Unit-01's upper limit was? Even a human-wave strategy would never beat him.
With the mission unclear, the Reincarnators were unrestricted and could come and go as they pleased. The monsters, however, had no such option.
The passageway was behind them. Intimidated by the sheer number of mass-produced units, they abandoned their encirclement and clustered together, roaring furiously.
The situation had reversed. The encirclement had become a counter-encirclement, with the mass-produced units spreading out and surrounding the eleven Kaiju.
In terms of appearance, the mass-produced units were truly hard to praise. Their bodies were completely pale, and aside from their huge red-lipped mouths, their faces had no other features.
Their long, pale faces split slightly open to reveal two neat rows of ghastly white teeth, enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
With that design, placed beside the Kaiju, it was hard to say who looked more like the villain.
The seawater hummed as fine black sand spilled from the seabed, gathering in the mass-produced units' hands and forming sharp Spears of