The most glaring sight was beside an overturned truck.
Seven or eight corpses were piled together in various inconceivable poses. It seemed they intended to use this as a temporary command point or gathering area, but a drone had spotted them, and with perfect precision, wiped them all out.
Severed limbs were scattered everywhere. Dark red blood and pieces of flesh splattered like paint over the charred truck body and walls, forming an extremely brutal abstract painting.
The weather's been good these days, and Illiguo's sun mercilessly roasted everything. The extremists, too scared by the drone, didn't even dare to collect their comrades' bodies.
Several bombed bodies on the roadside had already started to swell, their skin showing a sinister bluish-black hue.
Countless flies, a black mass, buzzed over them, crawling over lifeless eyeballs and gaping flesh wounds, busily at work.
"Ugh—"
From the roadside came the sound of suppressed retching.
