That night, deep in the mountainous woods, darkness prevailed but there was no peace.
The constant explosions and firearms created a cacophony as a group of uniformed people wielded various weapons, besieging a dangerous creature in front of them that had four arms and resembled a mountain demon in shape, but was many times larger.
However, despite their numerical advantage, it was very difficult to take down the creature quickly.
Its strength and constitution were, in a sense, incomprehensible!
Every bullet from machine guns and cannons, though they caused injury and seemed as if they would blow the creature apart, tearing its flesh, seconds later it would regenerate to its original form.
At first, the Sixth Level Personnel were undaunted, attacking with firepower relentlessly under the belief, "I doubt your luck can last forever," but now...
They had become believers of the curse.
