But that strange layer of armor helps them resist damage, leaving the soldiers utterly helpless against these monsters. Often a reckless counterattack is detected by those creatures, and with a casual wave, flames descend from the sky, engulfing everything around in a raging inferno.
In just a few minutes of their charge on the battlefield, they left a path of burning corpses and a sea of blood.
These are not enemies on the level of Werewolves. When the power gap is so vast that it's completely insurmountable, a collapse in morale is inevitable — especially since these things carry some damned mental aura. Any fear that arises in their presence quickly escalates into a state of terror.
It's simply impossible to fight them!
These aren't something ordinary people can handle, just like the bigwigs wouldn't try to tackle the Fallen Cans. This isn't the way to seek death in style.
"What the hell are these things?"
