Pain exploded through his ribs as he crashed through a stone wall.
Ruan struck at an eye-stalk, blade slicing halfway through before sticking fast. The behemoth roared, shaking violently.
The general clung desperately to his embedded weapon, body whipping through the air like a rag doll.
"The armour is tough!" Ethan shouted, spitting blood as he stood upright.
The behemoth slammed Ruan into the ground with sickening force.
Their strategy had failed miserably.
Ethan scanned his surroundings, searching for any advantage against the towering monstrosity.
Buildings, debris, weapons scattered across blood-soaked stone—nothing that could penetrate that regenerating armor.
This is troublesome.
The behemoth loomed over them, six eye-stalks tracking their movements with predatory intelligence.
Its armor showed barely a scratch despite their silver-enhanced attacks. Each segment gleamed with unnatural resilience, wounds sealing almost as quickly as they formed.
