Chainsaw

The searing plasma drew closer to its target.

Its volume swelled larger and larger.

It nearly filled more than half the passageway!

The fringes of the raging plasma torrent even melted parts of the walls.

Strands of dark red magma dripped down.

At the same time, even though the plasma had not yet truly reached her,

the extreme heat that distorted the air had already swept over her.

The Blonde Woman's exposed fair skin abruptly cracked, and her golden hair caught fire.

In just a moment,

she completely shed her arrogant, overbearing air.

All that remained was shock and fear!

"Plasma weapon?!"

At the brink of life and death, the Blonde Woman stomped the ground hard.

Her entire body leaped backward.

She tried to evade using the powerful propulsion of her silver armor!

Unfortunately, the terrifying plasma was like a tide.

It spread far faster than human neural reactions!

Hiss—

In the blink of an eye, one of the Blonde Woman's feet, along with part of her lower leg, instantly vaporized.

Even the silver armor she had been so proud of could not withstand million-degree plasma!

She did not even have time to feel pain.

She could only struggle desperately on instinct for survival.

Just as the Blonde Woman's body was about to fall, she used her one remaining foot to shatter the ground again and desperately dodged backward!

At that moment, the azure plasma spheres completely erupted.

The extreme heat instantly melted the floor and walls of the passageway.

Quickly forming a small lake of dark red magma!

Boom boom boom—

Yet before the heat distorting the air had fully dissipated,

accompanied by the deafening roar of an engine,

a tall figure wielding a Chainsword leaped over the magma lake!

The soles of his shoes began to melt and burn.

Even his clothes gave off wisps of blue smoke.

The Chainsword he angled with all his strength scraped against the ceiling of the passageway, carving grooves several centimeters deep.

At that moment, the grimacing Rorschach was like a terrifying demon charging out of a burning hell!

By then, the Blonde Woman's once fair and delicate face had been completely ruined.

Nothing remained but strips of cracked flesh and gaping wounds.

All her golden hair had vanished.

Only blisters of varying sizes and ruptured sores remained.

One of her eyes also seemed to have been burned blind by the heat.

Her remaining eye was filled with endless pain and despair!

"Roar—"

Then, accompanied by a furious roar that echoed through the passageway,

Rorschach brought the roaring Chainsword down hard upon the tottering Blonde Woman, who stood on only one foot!

Crack crack crack—

Gritting his teeth, Rorschach forced the Chainsword, which had cleaved in through her left shoulder, brutally downward.

The saw teeth formed from countless Monomolecular Blades spun at high speed.

The roaring Chainsword cut like a hot knife through butter.

It not only easily sawed through the so-called high-tech armor, but also instantly bit into her flesh and bones!

Hiss!

Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering across Rorschach's body!

"Aah—"

Her injuries were too severe.

The Blonde Woman, who had long since become muddled, could not help letting out a miserable scream, as though she had regained consciousness.

She instinctively raised both arms, intending to fight back.

Unfortunately, the savage-eyed Rorschach gave her no chance.

Amid the spraying blood,

he actually used the roaring Chainsword to saw the Blonde Woman's tall body cleanly in half!

Crack!

The still-roaring Chainsword followed the motion of its teeth and plunged forcefully into the ground.

Thud thud!

Colorful internal organs and other human parts

spilled out along with the sound of the Blonde Woman's bisected body crashing to the ground.

"Phew—"

Breathing heavily, Rorschach yanked the Chainsword, whose teeth were still spinning, out of the floor.

His fingertips twitched, and the engine's roar completely died away.

Only then, after relaxing, did Rorschach feel waves of stabbing pain coming from his feet.

He lowered his head and saw that both shoes had nearly melted away.

The feet inside had also been unable to withstand the burning heat.

Their skin was red and scorching, covered in numerous blisters.

"Hiss—"

Rorschach could not help sucking in a breath.

He hurriedly took off his still-hot shoes and stood barefoot on the warm ground.

Sometimes, getting too absorbed in battle was not a good thing...

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed.

Five minutes later, the pain in Rorschach's feet gradually weakened.

Leaning on the Chainsword, he turned his head and glanced at the magma lake radiating dark red heat.

As well as the Plasma Pistol that had fallen on the other side.

Then, his gaze also swept over the woman's mangled corpse.

Rorschach decided to deal with those matters later.

He turned and walked deeper into the passageway.

The Blonde Woman, who had not even revealed her name, was dead.

But he still needed to find out whether Eugene was alive or dead.

At the end of the passageway was a cramped room for storing tools and equipment.

Now, it was completely empty.

Only a dim emergency lamp glowed in a corner near the passageway.

Under the dim light,

a tall naked man

with both hands locked by iron chains to a water pipe lay curled up on the damp floor, which was covered in water.

At that moment, Eugene lay beneath a faucet.

Drops of water continuously fell onto his pale face.

His eyes were tightly shut, and he showed no reaction.

He appeared to have endured incomparably painful water torture, as well as mental abuse and humiliation.

Rorschach hurried forward and, after discovering that Eugene's chest was still rising and falling,

Bang!

he swung the Chainsword and cut through the iron chains locking Eugene's wrists.

Eugene's entire body was like a discarded rag doll.

He fell straight to the ground and did not wake up.

Rorschach dragged Eugene aside with one hand.

He checked him carefully and confirmed that Eugene had fallen into a deep coma.

This was beyond what he could help with. Eugene needed medical attention.

Rorschach looked down at the blood splattered all over his body, then at the still-dripping water pipe.

Rorschach took off his clothes and began washing away the blood covering him.

At the same time, his gaze fell on Eugene's clothes scattered nearby.

About an hour later,

the magma lake had completely cooled, and Rorschach successfully recovered the Plasma Pistol, Machine Spirit is Displeased.

He had wanted to collect the Blonde Woman's silver armor and see whether he could use it.

But he discovered that the sawed-open armor had been completely ruined and was worthless.

Feeling as though he had lost a fortune, Rorschach expressionlessly placed the bloodied clothes that needed to be destroyed beside the corpse.

He drew the Plasma Pistol again and pulled the trigger.

Hiss—

A plasma sphere surged out.

It completely engulfed the corpse on the ground and everything around it.

After confirming that the body had been destroyed,

the expressionless Rorschach hoisted the still-unconscious Eugene, who was wearing only underwear, over his shoulder.

Traffic outside the passageway remained busy.

Rorschach picked up the bedsheet he had thrown aside earlier and wrapped the Chainsword in it again.

Then, he patiently waited for time to pass.

Only occasionally checking Eugene's condition.

Once the sky gradually darkened and traffic had thinned somewhat,

Rorschach disguised the unconscious Eugene as a drunken friend and took him by motorcycle to a public phone booth.

He called an ambulance from the hospital, and once he heard the ambulance siren in the distance,

Rorschach tucked the Chainsword beneath his arm, mounted the Little Lamb, and sped away.

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