The enormous monster charged straight into the crowd like a steam locomotive, like a stone hurled into a crate full of fruit, instantly crushing them into a spreading pool of juice.
The Factory Guard immediately opened fire. The monster swayed a few times, let out a low growl, and fell.
Blood flowed everywhere. Two people had been reduced to pulp, while another had been forcibly snapped at the waist. Propping up his upper body with his hands, he stared blankly at his limp lower half.
The pain soon surged through him, and he let out an incoherent wail. A companion beside him raised his gun with trembling hands. A shot rang out, cutting off the wailing. "Keep moving! Hurry! Don't stop! More and more of these monsters will gather!" Allen shouted, blood mingling with sweat. Halfway along, he suddenly turned to look to one side, then vanished.
The next instant, he appeared on the other side of the group, raised his hand, and blew a monster's head apart.
He held a bolt gun, every round of which could inflict highly effective damage on the monsters. The pendant Elliot had given him was wound around its grip.
But weapons like this were far too scarce. Even with [Flash Blade], he could barely hold things together.
The members of the Factory Guard were all ordinary workers. Their discipline and fighting ability were poor, but they had plenty of tenacity.
They would be terrified by the monsters charging at them, but they would also grit their teeth, get back up, and keep fighting, holding their guns in trembling hands.
This was the Hearthfire District. This was their home.
Allen's face was full of exhaustion. Even with the recovery provided by [Vitality], he was struggling to hold on.
The monsters seemed endless. No matter