The next instant!
BOOM—!!!
With a truly ear-splitting bang on a physical level, the muzzle of that rusty human cannon actually spewed out a burst of orange flame. Smoke then poured from every crack in its barrel and breech, making it look as though it might fall apart at any moment.
But thankfully, it held. It did not explode.
"!!"
At the same time, almost the instant the cannon fired, I Don't Understand Culture's body jerked backward, and he nearly staggered to the ground.
In that instant, the immense recoil traveled through his hands and the armpit bracing the weapon into his shoulder, as though something had violently slammed into his right shoulder. His feet slid nearly half a meter across the ground, while the calluses on his soles plowed two deep furrows through the wasteland dirt. It felt as though a whole layer of those calluses had been ground away.
His entire body was trembling slightly, his muscles stretched to their limit by the tremendous impact, while his joints let out a series of creaking sounds.
But he did not fall. He had held his ground.
He was a greenskin. Even if he was a relatively short and skinny greenskin because his face had been pinched into shape, he was still a greenskin!
And greenskins possessed strength beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Even at low levels, even if they could not compare to modified monsters like Astartes Space Marines, they were still several times stronger than ordinary humans.
Of course, this was not the time to talk about that.
Just as he barely managed to steady himself, the thing—whether it was an energy blast or a physical shell—finally streaked across the distance along a visible trajectory and struck the top of the distant hill with precision.
RUMBLE—!!!!
Accompanied