It fell to the ground as the skin near it's legs had been burnt thoroughly.
It couldn't even shout as it had no more energy left. But, the soldiers still did not stop.
The beast only had one thought in it's mind, 'Just who are the beasts? Me or you?'
At one point, the beast lost conciousness due to the pain that soared through its body.
The soldiers only stopped when they were low on explosives.
The beast's skin had melted by then and it was a pile of flesh at this point. It had already died long ago.
But the soldiers still did not stop. Upon hearing their king's declaration, the machine gunners and snipers littered the pile of flesh with holes, not bothering to check if it was alive or dead. They had a lot of bullets anyway! Why give the beast a chance to recover?
Harry nodded with happiness. The soldiers were improving. It was good to have a cautious spirit.
