Abruptly, the laughter came to an abrupt end.

Sharp monomolecular blades cut through its skull from top to bottom, slicing it evenly in half from the middle, and the bloated corpse split in two, turning into black soil that flowed to the hunters' feet.

"That's it?"

"Are you laughing at Nima?"

With a look of contempt, the nanowarrior shook off the dirt that didn't exist on the monomolecular blade, and then inserted the monomolecular blade back into the electromagnetic scabbard.

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