"Roar—!!"
The resonant roar pierced through the billowing smoke, shattering the fear that entangled the position.
The mutant, riddled with shrapnel, struggled to rise from the twisted trench and picked up the machine gun that had been knocked to his feet by the blast wave. With a click, he chambered a round and repositioned it at the edge of the warped trench.
The mutants stationed on the beach numbered a ten thousand troops.
But these ten thousand mutants were not crowded together on the beach; instead, they had successively built a defensive line five kilometers in depth.
The high salinity of the sand and land was not conducive to the proliferation of Nago mycelium. Therefore, for the coastal region, the Torch Church did not spread the "Heaven" domain and instead entrusted the defense to the mutants.
However, although the blue-skinned mutants and green-skin mutants were of the same root, they clearly did not get along with each other.