The house suddenly collapsed, crushing and injuring countless beneath the rubble.
Arrows shot from the window, slowing the monsters' advance.
Bags filled with blood were thrown into the distance, drawing away a few... Isha's clever designs were once useful, but now, against the overwhelming tide of the parasitized, they were futile.
Quantity really brought about a qualitative change; even if her traps doubled in number, it wouldn't reverse the situation!
There was no way, as materials to make traps were severely lacking. What she managed to create was already considered a gift of talent,
"Uh, ugh!"
A middle-aged strong man suddenly let out a roar, and the parasitized who dug the shelter with the most enthusiasm suddenly swelled all over.
"Bang—"
He exploded, successfully blowing apart the ruins that supported the ceiling of the shelter!
