"Ah! Damn it, something pierced my battle suit. Ah, my arm has gone numb!"
"Everyone, be careful! That monster moth's proboscis is highly poisonous—it contains a neuroparalytic toxin!"
"How could the battle suit be pierced? My God, those monsters' proboscises are too sharp."
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Screams suddenly rang out from within the crowd.
Suren looked at the figure who had fallen among the monster moths and frowned. "The battle suit was breached?"
That made sense. These monster moths' proboscises could pierce armor. The acid from earlier had already corroded the runes on their battle suits, and if the energy supply wasn't replaced in time, their defenses would weaken. It was no surprise that they had been pierced.
He looked at the increasingly panicked students listening to the screams and shook his head, thinking, They rely too much on their battle suits, so their ability to react in a crisis is terrible.
In fact, he had noticed this problem earlier. Relying on their battle suits, the students barely dodged the monsters' attacks.
But what if one attack couldn't break through? What about a high-frequency barrage of continuous attacks?
Now that they had encountered a swarm of armor-piercing monster moths, their battle suits had long since endured attacks beyond their limits. At last, they had been pierced.
Just then, Suren saw that the female teaching assistant beside him had noticed something as well. Finally, he stopped watching and shouted a reminder, "The monsters are sensitive to light sources. Stop creating more light!"
As expected of a teaching assistant, her battlefield experience was far greater than the students'.
After hearing this, the students stopped using spells that produced intense light, and even the gunshots suddenly became much less frequent.
However...
The warning had come a little too late. There were already too many monsters.