Yote had no doubts.
Even the Claw of Death, which sent countless Wasteland Wanderers scurrying in fear, would have to make a detour when faced with the sweeping fire of four-barreled 10mm machine guns.
However—
When one Quadruple Anti-aircraft Gun was up against "thousands upon thousands" of Claws of Death, the situation was entirely reversed.
"Ah ah ah!!!"
The soldier crouched behind the Anti-aircraft cannon was clutching the trigger tightly, releasing streams of orange tracer fire down towards the foot of the mountain, trying to stop the horde of beasts from reaching the summit.
However, against the tide-like surge of Claws of Death, the tongues of flame from the gun's muzzle flickered like candles in the darkness.
As if they could vanish into the soundless storm at any moment.
And that's exactly what happened—
The roar of the machine guns didn't even last two seconds before a drone folded its wings and suddenly descended from the sky.
