(Thanks to Old Fart Li Viciously Ravaging Nurglings for the tip—bonus chapter 6/10)
"Nice one, Bruce! Keep him tied down!"
Li Qinwu shouted excitedly, then hurried over to the Plasma Cannon emplacement and strained to prop up the rather heavy turret.
Bruce Crocodile rammed hard into the Nether Knight, knocking it over.
The Nether Knight had only one leg, so getting back up from the ground was rather troublesome.
Seizing the opportunity, Bruce Crocodile opened his blood-filled jaws and pounced, trying to pin the Nether Knight down.
But the Nether Knight raised its hand with lightning speed. With a slash, the seven- or eight-meter-long Wraith Sword swept toward Bruce Crocodile's waist and abdomen with unstoppable force.
With a wet slash, Bruce Crocodile's midsection was severed outright!
The Wraith Sword was essentially a Power Sword driven by Psychic Power. Its blade was covered in a special Disintegration Field that could slice straight through anything it struck.
Bruce Crocodile's body was enormously thick, and the skin on his back had already turned to steel.
Yet even so, the massive Wraith Sword swept past and still split Bruce Crocodile into two halves.
Bruce Crocodile let out a miserable scream as his organs spilled from the severed wound.
"No! Two and a half Bruces!!"
Li Qinwu wailed mournfully as he heaved the Plasma Cannon emplacement upright and used his Power Armor helmet to operate it, locking onto the Nether Knight's left hand.
He had originally wanted to shoot its leg, but the Nether Knight was now lying on the ground, tangled up with Bruce Crocodile, with its head facing the cannon position. He couldn't hit its leg.
So he settled for the next best thing and could only take off its hand.
With a boom, a blue plasma bolt shot out and slammed toward