The lasgun, handcrafted by Khanty-Mansi Dome's finest artisan, fired brilliant beams of light. Two beams, almost simultaneously, pierced straight through an Ogryn's eyes with precision.
"Not good, the kid spotted us."
The guide shouted at Smarty, who stood at least a head taller than the other Ogryns and could even count to five.
"Charge! Kill him, or we'll all die!"
Smarty waved his club and shouted.
"Smash!"
"Meat!"
As all the Ogryns excitedly shouted "Smash!" and "Meat!" together, another hulking figure fell.
Ogryns had massive strides. A few long steps were equivalent to an ordinary person's sprint, and when they charged at full speed, they were like humanoid tanks charging across a battlefield in the Hive City.
But they were not faster than Nimrod's bullets. Terrain, distance, the Ogryns' running speed, and body size were all factored into his calculations. The model was completed in an instant.
Two Ogryns seemed to crash directly into the beams, their bodies pierced through by four streaks of light.
Smarty reacted quickly. He shielded his eyes with his left arm and ran in a zigzag pattern.
Sure enough, the beams did not hit him.
But the two guides lost their nerve. Nimrod's marksmanship was simply too precise.
They had once heard a well-informed Arbites mention that wounds fatal enough to kill an ordinary person several times over were nothing to an Ogryn.
Even lasgun shots only left bloody holes in their thick hides. They could not possibly bring them down. That was why Dimitrov had been so confident.
Yet they discovered that every shot Nimrod fired struck the Ogryns' vulnerable eyes with precision.
It made no difference whether they stood still and were ambushed or ran at high speed.
Thinking of Nimrod's achievements over more than twenty work cycles, they lost their courage and turned to flee.
"Cowards!"
Estupinian's guard captain gave them a disdainful glance. He was filled with resentment. His master did not trust them and had hired brainless Ogryns, reducing them to a supporting role.
Intelligence and discipline were the true essence of battle!
The guard captain shouted, "Attack!"
Twenty elite guards pulled their triggers and poured ammunition at Nimrod.
The next moment, the backs of the two fleeing men's heads exploded. Their corpses hit the ground with heavy thuds.
The guard captain was shocked. The boy had actually dodged the attacks at high speed while raising his gun to kill the two men.
He abruptly ducked, trying to hide behind an abandoned machine tool.
One guard did not hear the captain's voice and turned around. He saw that the captain's skull had been shot through, his eyes wide as he fell to the ground. Then everything before him went black.
By the time Smarty reached the passage entrance, there was no one alive behind him. But he did not know, nor did he care.
There was only one thought in his mind: smash the target boy to death, then go back and eat steak.
When Smarty saw the boy draw a Chainsword and wait for him at the passage entrance, he immediately swung his club down.
With a loud bang, the club smashed into the wall of the abandoned factory above the passage.
By positioning himself carefully, Nimrod lured Smarty into an obstructed attack. He seized the opportunity, leapt high, and brought the roaring blade down on the Ogryn's thigh.
"Ah!"
The Ogryn let out a miserable scream. Nearly a quarter of the flesh on his thigh had been carved away, exposing bone.
"Smash you dead!"
Smarty had learned his lesson this time. His club did not scrape against the rocky wall, but slammed into a metal pipe in the passage, leaving a huge dent.
Nimrod circled the Ogryn, making full use of the passage entrance. Smarty was as tall as the passage itself, and swinging a club over a meter long left him restricted at every turn.
Every slash landed on the Ogryn's legs, the wounds gradually connecting.
With a boom, Smarty collapsed. Only then did the Ogryn realize that both his legs were gone.
"Send two teams. One carries him back, the other provides escort."
"Remember, don't damage his arms."
"Yes, Boss."
Two teams immediately arrived at the passage entrance. Approaching an Ogryn at close range, they instantly felt just how massive the giant was.
Even though they ate the best food in the Lower Hive, the Ogryn was still four or five times as wide as they were.
After Nimrod sent two teams to drag the main ingredient back, he waved at Bukayo, who was looking at him with admiration.
"Lead the way!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Bukayo answered loudly, turned around, puffed out his chest, and led the way.
The group continued onward until a dense stretch of spiderwebs appeared ahead. Bukayo quietly reported to his boss.
"Boss, the abandoned dome where the spider nest is located is less than a kilometer away. We've entered its alert range."
Nimrod nodded slightly. His superhuman senses had already penetrated the layers of dense webbing and detected that enormous creature.
"Burn it!"
Ten gang members immediately hurled their Molotov cocktails forward.
Dozens of Promethium-laced firebombs immediately ignited a blazing inferno. The spiderwebs seemed to melt away, vanishing at a visible speed.
Mutilated corpses, gray-black all over, tumbled down and crashed onto the ground.
The men's eyes stung, and they quickly put on breathing masks. Once their vision recovered, they saw the horrific scene on the ground.
White bones littered the floor. Not a single piece was intact.
Bukayo worriedly reminded Nimrod, "Boss, when I scouted the area before, I happened to see the Black Widow feeding."
"It was over twenty meters tall. Its lung sacs were as large as three or four grown adults."
"When it inhaled and exhaled, the sound was sharp and piercing enough to make your head spin. Anyone struck by the airflow had their bones shattered and was knocked to the ground, left to wait in despair for it to come close."
Nimrod glanced at Bukayo. The boy had witnessed such a terrifying scene and still remained calm. He had potential.
He turned his gaze forward. The Black Widow was drawing closer, and he said to the two Rat-Catcher Squads.
"Spread out and attack. Be careful not to hit the lung sacs."
"Yes, Boss."
The Rat-Catcher Squads immediately moved, taking cover behind abandoned equipment.
The Rat-Catcher Squad members watched nervously as an enormous creature crawled along overhead.
Its giant lungs hung only a few meters above the ground.
One rat-catcher's hand trembled, and he pulled the trigger.
In his haste, he did not aim. The bullet struck one of the lung sacs directly.
Nimrod inwardly cursed, then immediately saw that the bullet had bounced off. The lung sac merely trembled slightly.
As expected of the main ingredient for a Sequence 8 potion. It's far tougher than ordinary lungs.
The Lung Spider's fourteen eyes glinted coldly. Its lung sacs suddenly inhaled, and the passage was swept by something like a hurricane.
Just as the Lung Spider was about to expel the powerful air from its lungs, a gunshot rang out. A beam pierced one of its eyes.
The other ingredients had already been gathered. There was no need to capture the Lung Spider alive; he only needed its lung sacs.
The Lung Spider's remaining thirteen eyes all turned toward the boy below.
The moment it met the boy's pitch-black eyes, its body shuddered. Instinct told it that the boy was more dangerous than everyone else combined.
With a boom, Bukayo and the others felt as though they had heard artillery fire. The entire passage shook violently.
They anxiously looked toward their boss, only to see the terrifying shockwave smash the abandoned equipment into fragments.
"Boss!"
Bukayo cried out in grief. Ever since he had fled to the Lower Hive, he had struggled to survive, eating one meal and starving for three days.
Then Nimrod appeared. Life was still hard, but at least he could eat his fill.
If the boss were gone, no one could keep this huge group under control. He did not want to return to his old life.
At that moment, a shining beam lit up Bukayo's eyes and illuminated his gloomy heart.
Another of the Black Widow's eyes was pierced. The boss was alive!
The beams flashed repeatedly. As the smoke dispersed, Bukayo saw his boss again—and the Lung Spider had lost all its eyes.
It took a deep breath and blindly released Shockwaves in every direction.
"Hit its spider legs!"
Nimrod shouted. Everyone pulled their triggers and unleashed a storm of bullets at the Black Widow.
The blinded Black Widow struggled futilely, killing four Rat-Catcher Squad members.
Nimrod cut off the lung sacs with his Chainsword and had four Rat-Catcher Squad members carry them back to Magneto Steelworks.
He immediately began preparing the "Barbarian" potion.
He threw the Psyker Crystal into Las-Vault. The furnace immediately erupted with blinding light, and the Mithal Steel thrown in afterward rapidly melted into molten metal.
After he threw in the Lung Spider, the furnace began exploding with repeated bangs.
Don't tell me it's going to blow up.
Nimrod thought worriedly, but his hands did not slow as he threw Smarty's arms into the furnace.
The explosions immediately ceased, and a dazzling black radiance burst forth.
Once the light faded, he ladled out a black gelatinous substance.
It was still perfectly fused together, with nothing left inside the furnace.
Nimrod tilted his head back and drank the Sequence 8 "Barbarian" potion.
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