Waves of Mutant Soldiers charged at the Jungle Corps, their beast-like roars and the clanging collision with metal shaking the entire forest.
"Charge!! Use your sticks and hammers to smash them into flesh mud!!"
"Ogg!!!"
Yelling at the top of his lungs, Ogg urged his subordinates to move forward.
However, before long, a Mutant Sentinel staggered out of the woods, his face pale with panic, reporting to him.
"Captain Gulu is dead! More than half of his brothers are casualties—"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by an irate roar.
"Waste!!"
With fists clenched, Ogg's eyes bulged with rage, the whites threaded with blood, and his red gums seemed to grind out blood.
There were only about twenty people opposite!
No matter where such a small number of humans were placed, they could be submerged in minutes, not even enough to get stuck in his brothers' teeth!
But now—
