"Is it dead?"
Nishida Hikari raised his binoculars, and just as he spoke, he felt the earth tremble. The thousand-hand centipede emerged from the smoke.
Nishida Hikari's heart sank because the thousand-hand centipede was not only alive but seemed completely unharmed.
"Keep attacking, I refuse to believe it's made of iron."
Nishida Hikari shouted angrily, issuing orders for the armored tank regiment to maintain their firepower. Shells exploded continuously on the thousand-hand centipede's body.
But what made the soldiers of this armored tank regiment feel despair was that no matter how they attacked, their bombardment did not affect the thousand-hand centipede's movements at all.
The layer of pitch-black scale armor, as sturdy as iron, exceeded their imagination in strength. Their shells exploded on it, unable to shake it even slightly.
