Towering waves surged as the blood of the Human Race and the Sea Clan dyed the coastal positions crimson.
Even the SS-grade Psionic Fortress was emitting groans of unbearable strain from prolonged, high-load operations.
"Damn it, you dead conch are so sly!" A scrawny young man gritted his teeth, dashed to the control console of the psionic machine gun, and a moment later, the gun spat tongues of flame once again.
Chapter 138