Bab 981: Lucia Is Sick

A few minutes later.

"Damn it! How many more of these bloody vermin do we need to slaughter before they leave us be?" Lucia raged, her boot violently squishing the brain of yet another Sinewshade.

These Sinewshades bore little resemblance to their predecessors. They had grown larger, stretching up to three meters long, and even when hunched on all fours, they appeared almost as massive as bears with their bulging, oozing musculature.

Severing their heads was no longer a solution. Even dismembered, they didn't perish but posed the risk of an errant bite if one's foot landed in the wrong place.

Their regeneration was formidable; any injury not dealing with their brains was rendered null and void within a second.

They were also much tougher. The laser turrets mounted on Syrbarun's shoulders couldn't even burn the flesh on their foreheads, and blinding them by aiming at their eyes became increasingly challenging.