The moment the burning cigarette lifted slightly between those two slender fingers, countless crisp sounds converged, becoming thunder before a torrential downpour.
The thunder roared as countless scorching flashes erupted from the darkness.
The Paradise Guard strode forward without hesitation, advancing behind an iron wall.
In their hands, the autocannons spun madly, spewing smoke, light, and heavy steel.
Without any processing or adjustment, the bullets freshly loaded from the assembly line into the ammunition boxes were merely ordinary Curse Iron. But when the Metal Explosives within them were ignited by the runes of the Rifle Ritual, countless crude chunks of iron spiraled along the rifling, grinding themselves red-hot.
Now, a blazing rainstorm poured forth.
Lashing the air, the ceiling, the deck plates, and everything ahead!
Mist from the burning Metal Explosives rose, while High Temperature mercury vapor drifted through the enclosed space, glittering like luminous fog.
It fell upon the grimy mascot suits, burning away years of filth until even those patch-covered costumes seemed bright and pristine.
"How did that saying go again?"
A mouthful of blue smoke was viciously exhaled from the mascot suit's huge mouth. It glanced around at the Predator Angels madly lunging through the wind and rain before pondering briefly and sighing in realization.
"Holy!"
Boom!
The iron-walled guard advanced once more. After casting aside their overheated, warped autocannons, they drew axe blades and guan dao from behind their backs, shouting fervently along with the little cat's words.
Treading through the viscous blood beneath their feet, they pressed forward. The slaughter began anew!
At the other end of the Solar Ship, the corridor less than a meter wide had long been dyed crimson with blood. The gathered serpentfolk began another countercharge.
Even as they were being massacred one-sidedly, the cold-blooded serpentfolk seemed to know neither fear