Will We Die?

"Hey! Look what we found!"

A burly leader wearing a mask made from human bones leaped down from the war rig.

He slung a massive chainsaw axe over his shoulder and walked up to Doom.

Then his greedy eyes sized up the battered armor covering Doom's body.

"A fat sheep wearing an iron can!"

He let out a sharp, raucous laugh. "Boys! Tear him apart! His armor is mine! And his meat will be tonight's extra serving!"

"Roar!!!"

The surrounding raiders howled like beasts.

They brandished their weapons and advanced on Doom step by step.

Yet, faced with a scene that would have scared an ordinary person into wetting himself, Doom did not even raise an eyelid.

He simply stood there, a deep and contemptuous voice coming from beneath his metal mask.

"Insects."

The moment the words left his mouth.

His one functioning arm suddenly shot upward!

The energy cannon in his palm instantly erupted with dazzling emerald light!

Boom!!!

A thick beam of energy tore through several raiders at the front with overwhelming force.

The war rigs behind them were blasted apart along with them, becoming a burning sea of flames!

The sudden strike brought all the raiders' wild laughter to an abrupt halt.

They stared at the iron can before them in disbelief, then looked at the few comrades on the ground who had been burned to charcoal.

"Open fire! Kill him!"

The raider leader was the first to recover, bellowing in panic.

In an instant, dark gun barrels extended from every war rig!

Heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and even several energy cannons that looked as though they had been torn from warships of the old era!

A storm of flames poured toward Doom's solitary figure!

Yet Doom merely let out a disdainful snort.

"Are you trying