Suddenly!
Before I Don't Understand Culture could confirm whether his teammates were in position, the iron-gray figure patrolling ahead—the Chaos space marine—abruptly stopped.
"..."
Then, the other party slowly turned around, the two dark-red, bloodthirsty, ferocious glows on his helmet visor locking directly onto a certain greenskin who had been sneakily peeking out and preparing to take aim.
"..."
At the sight, I Don't Understand Culture instantly froze.
At that moment, the distance between him and that iron-gray giant was only around one hundred and fifty or sixty meters.
For the Chaos space marine's chainsword, that distance was certainly a little far; the other party would need to charge for several seconds to reach him. But for the bolter in I Don't Understand Culture's hands, it was just right—not too far, not too close. With his aim, he had at least an eighty percent chance of hitting!
"..."
So I Don't Understand Culture did not run. Instead, he immediately took aim and resolutely pulled the trigger.
Rat! Rat! Rat!
Three single shots. The 19mm bolter rounds carved three thick trails through the air, faintly visible even in the middle of the night, and slammed viciously toward the iron-gray figure.
Clang—!
The first shot struck the Chaos space marine's breastplate, then shattered amid a spray of sparks. It failed to penetrate the armor.
Clang—!
The second shot hit the shoulder pad. It too threw off a shower of sparks and left behind a scratch before ricocheting away, unable to breach the heavy armor.
Pshh—!!
The third shot struck the wall beside him instead. The warhead instantly punched through the wall and sent rubble flying. Other than leaving a hole the size of a bowl in the wall, it still failed to inflict even the slightest injury on the Chaos space marine.