But under the barrage of laser fire, the Specter Fiends flipped over like dead fish, their thick, coagulated blood staining the dark sea surface a stark red. The sight was extremely bloody.
That was currently the most headache-inducing problem for Babel Tower, as they now worshipped a most powerful and tyrannical Deity, capable of breeding an unlimited number of Specter Fiends for combat. In such a situation, it was utterly unrealistic for soldiers to fight to the death, nor was anyone willing to do so.
After all, the lives of Specter Fiends were cheap, while the lives of soldiers were valuable.
In this situation, the military could only rely on technological weapons for bombardment.
But still, that old saying held true.
The Specter Fiends could divide themselves.
A Deity or a Desolate God basically equated to a perpetual motion machine.
While human resources and energy were finite.
To put it simply, the money may not be enough.
