Like a maddened bull, he spun around and snatched up an extremely heavy alloy hydraulic support rod normally used to repair the printer. It was as thick as a thigh and weighed over fifty kilograms.
Dragging the rod, Eli charged recklessly toward the blast door of the waste disposal passage.
Alpharius froze.
His superhuman brain, capable of calculating the flight paths of an entire star system's fleets in an instant, suffered an exceedingly rare... stall.
What was he doing?
In the instant Alpharius spent wondering, Eli had already reached the door.
His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his arms bulging. Drawing on every last reserve of his mortal body, he violently jammed the heavy alloy hydraulic support rod into the massive gear track of the descending blast door!
Bang!!!
A deafening metallic crash rang out! Blinding sparks flew everywhere!
The downward hydraulic pressure of an Imperial Palace-grade security blast door was terrifying. The thick alloy rod groaned under the unbearable load the instant it made contact and began to visibly bend.
It would not hold for more than a few seconds.
Eli clearly knew that too.
He turned around and braced his back and shoulders firmly beneath the bending alloy rod!
He was actually trying to pit human flesh and blood against mechanical force powerful enough to crush a tank!
Crack!
It was a bone-chilling sound.
The instant he touched the rod, the terrifying hydraulic force transferred directly into Eli's body. His right shoulder blade was crushed in an instant! His muscle fibers snapped one after another like broken instrument strings!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Eli let out an agonized scream that barely sounded human. His mouth opened, and blood gushed out in great mouthfuls, staining his gray uniform red. His legs began to bend and tremble under the enormous pressure, but