Fighting off a beast tide! [5]

It was already 25 minutes since the fight against the beast tide started.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The battle still raged like it was just starting.

How many mutated beasts had Andrew taken down already?

Ten? Twenty? Thirty?

Half a century?

He had no idea how many mutated beasts already fell to the blade of his sword, all Andrew knew was that his mech was now covered with the blood of mutated beasts, tainting it with blood red and changing its original color.

No matter how many he killed though and no matter how his brain screamed at him due to the exhaustion, Andrew never stopped once to think.

All he cared about was swinging his sword again, again, and again.

All he cared about was killing more mutated beasts and another, and another.

All he cared about was causing havoc, causing a massacre.

All he cared about was being a menace.