"Damn it, I'm going to burn this thing to ashes!"
"Boom!"
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"
In an instant, artillery roared, bullets, grenades, and shells poured onto the Orc relentlessly, as if without end. The successive explosions flattened the ground it stood on by several feet.
Imperial soldiers even grabbed flamethrowers, spewing scorching fire dragons at the Orc. Flames rampaged, gasoline spilled over, burning its flesh into charred remains.
Yet, Giant Mountain's regenerative abilities were terrifying beyond belief.
It had tens of thousands of Orc corpses as "materials," coupled with the powerful Beastman Force Field. On this chaotic battlefield, it was nearly undying and indestructible.
Under the entanglement of spores and mycelium, Giant Mountain had grown over six meters tall. Its muscles were well-defined, veins intertwined like the roots of ancient trees, and metallic gleams flickered at its claws and fangs.
