The arriving Space Marines surrounded the Genestealer, watching it struggle ceaselessly on the ground.
"Who would have thought that the Genestealer we'd been searching for all this time would lose patience and choose to ambush us on its own?"
Gray looked at the Genestealer writhing on the ground and could not help sighing.
Gray could not resist kicking the still-roaring Genestealer, sending it staggering and rolling several times across the ground before it slammed into a pipe and stopped. The kicked Genestealer roared furiously and tried to attack Gray, but it could no longer use psychic powers, and all its claws had been cut off by the Space Marines. It could only squirm helplessly on the ground.
"Of all the people it could have targeted, it chose to ambush us. Isn't that like lighting a lamp in a toilet—asking to die?"
Wright chuckled as he teased it.
Wright had not expected that his casual complaint would actually make the Genestealer choose to ambush his squad. It was truly unbelievable.
Wright felt as though his mouth had been blessed. In the future, whenever something like this happened, he could just reverse-bless himself and save the time spent searching for enemies.
"Since we've caught the Genestealer, let's test the weapon developed by the Lord of the Stars."
Tina spoke to Gray.
"Alright."
Gray looked toward Tina as well, waiting for her to take out the Lord of the Stars' new weapon and test its performance.
Tina took three enormous rounds from her belt. They did not look much different from ordinary Ripper Rifle rounds, except that three blood-red lines had been etched into their tips. The projectiles were no longer made of hard alloy and were somewhat similar to the bolter rounds used by the Imperium's Astartes Space Marines.
Tina loaded the