The demon soldier's left chest, where the bullet had struck, dissolved and vaporized at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, the Holy Water's effect wore off, and the melting stopped.
The bullet wound on its left chest bore a scorched mark, its flesh melted into a depression more than ten centimeters across.
The Heavy Armor Demon Soldier's roars also turned into howls of pain.
"Report: the wound shows no signs of healing," an observer said.
The Heavy Armor Demon Soldier was a Fourth Order creature. Previously, its wounds had shown signs of slowly healing after it was shot; its body was extremely powerful.
At the firing range, Lin Mo smiled.
"There really is a damage boost. With this effect, it must be at least thirty percent, right?"
Long Zhan slowly lowered his binoculars, the corners of his mouth lifting. Then he operated his smart terminal and said:
"Pass on my orders: organize personnel immediately and soak all the cubic nitrogen ammunition and artillery shells in Holy Water."
"Understood!"
Five in the morning on the seventh day since the Portal opened.
The Aerospace Military Industry Group's research and development center on Blue Star was brightly lit. The air was thick with the mingled burnt smells of solder, ozone, and instant coffee.
Gao Jianjun stood on the observation gallery overlooking the final assembly workshop, his eyes bloodshot. Having gone nearly six days without proper sleep, he was holding on through sheer willpower and one cigarette after another.
Below, the final satellite was undergoing its last stage of enclosure assembly.
A young engineer carefully tightened the last screw and made an "OK" gesture toward the surveillance camera.
The engineers exchanged glances, their eyes bloodshot and filled with deep exhaustion.
They let out long sighs of relief, accompanied by the crisp