As expected, the Myceloid horde didn't let up their attack at all. From somewhere out of sight, they advanced a group of heavily armoured infantry of their own, nearly twice the size of the standard trooper, with bulging muscles and heavy artillery mounted to every possible surface.
They didn't even seem to be aiming, just firing in the general direction of the camp and hoping it hit something, but with the Hunters dug in like this, it was enough to keep everyone's heads down and even hit a few unfortunate souls who were behind the barricades when the Mortars flew over the top.
The front-line Hunter Suits were mostly unharmed, but the camp itself was taking heavy damage while Max's team worked hard to take out the new units.
Their armour was really taking a beating. Either that or their vital spots weren't where Max had expected, and the front row was still marching forward even after the lines behind them had been detonated by the exploding rounds.
