The emerald thick slurry soaked the land cultivated by gunfire, and the putrid smell was suffocating.
Dark green mycelium fruits are exposed outside the soil, like blood vessels pulled out of the body surface.
The distant cannon is still roaring, and the burning steel is falling from the air, just like an endless rain.
One hundred and twenty "conqueror" tanks formed the spearhead of the attack. The thick and long gun barrels and almost red coaxial machine guns continued to spray fire tongues, tilting fierce firepower towards the gap of the rear artillery's curling fire.
Tens of thousands of clone infantrymen, holding the rifles of the Ripper, are chasing that