Among the Hydrogen Bomb Rats, Hunter found what he wanted. He saw how the rats manufactured nuclear weapons.
Hunter slipped deeper inside and reached a special chamber.
He hung himself from the ceiling like a bat and infiltrated the chamber.
Several hundred meters directly ahead of him, a dozen or so rats wearing cloaks and holding staffs surrounded a reactor core.
These rats, who looked like mages, all raised their staffs high. Psychic power linked their staffs together and blasted toward the reactor core.
At the same time, they shouted:
"Atomic energy shakes the heart.
The way of fusion leads us down the righteous path.
The hydrogen bomb's might destroys heaven and earth.
Sweep away the heretics, annihilate the atomic bomb!"
Accompanied by the psychic rats' chanting, surging psychic power struck the reactor core.
At the same time, two immensely strong Warrior Rats approached with a steel mold and enclosed the reactor core being bombarded by psychic power.
Once the Psychic Blast stopped, a shaped, man-portable hydrogen bomb with a range of two kilometers and a blast radius of eight kilometers was complete.
Clinging to the ceiling like a gecko, Hunter was dumbfounded. He had been wondering how these rats, whose technology was only at a medieval level, could make atomic and hydrogen bombs. So they were using psychic power!
As everyone knew, a nuclear bomb's casing needed to withstand high temperatures and pressure to give the reactive material inside time to undergo fission or fusion.
The rats, with their medieval technology, clearly had no ability to manufacture a casing that could withstand fission or fusion.
In the end, they had accomplished it through psychic witchcraft. That was fucking ridiculous.
Afterward, Hunter remained plastered against the wall and watched these dozen or so psychic rats manufacture several dozen hydrogen bombs