The severed jaws and arms continued to cling to the suit, despite being severed from the body. Slowly but surely, they were gnawing through the suit's outer layer.
Paymax helped him fire the shotgun and defend himself, while he himself tore into the Fool Baals that had closed in with his bare hands.
Behind him, the roar of the minigun never stopped for a second. Noir's suit and his own were completely smeared with blood and chunks of flesh.
It felt like they had already killed several dozen of these creatures.
However, not only did they never run out, but they also hardly ever died in the usual way. It was as if they were the living embodiment of madness that never ends.
"Khh…" He felt like he was going mad and nearly felt like he was coughing up his lungs.
The shotgun was out of shells, and it took time to reload.
