Blackfang quietly slowed his pace.

When is he stupid?

That kid has a laser gun, but anyone who can use a gun can hit every shot.

And he was still wearing carapace armor, which was still very old.

Although I don't know if it was inherited or obtained from somewhere else.

But as long as you can get this kind of thing, it's a top ruthless character.

After all, those astral armies who accidentally wandered into the nest, except for those who were particularly unlucky, left behind one after another frustrating legends.

Blackfang had heard of an astral army in a fur coat who had burned the nest to the ground with a hot melt gun, and even the hunters who came down to hunt him were melted down several times.

He didn't want to be a stepping stone to someone else's legendary deeds.

However, it's impossible not to go up, and the stinky foot guy is staring at it.

If Blackfang dared to retreat, he would be rewarded with a bullet immediately.

I don't dare to go up, and I can't retreat, so I can only retreat and maintain my safe position.

He was lamenting the difficulty of life, and suddenly shuddered, because the kid with the laser gun appeared again.

Black Fang didn't dare to raise his gun to aim, for fear of being listed as the first target.

Then he saw that the boy with unspeakable marksmanship raised his arm.

A cylindrical object the size of a fist fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the mob.

"Grenade!"

Blackfang screamed in horror, then pulled down his accomplice in front of him, keeping him in his way.

The Empire's high-energy explosives were detonated by a detonator, and the shockwave shattered the metal bands and ceramic casing that encased it.

Thousands of streams of metal and ceramic shards burst into bloom, enveloping the surrounding mob in the flower of death.

Many people know the power of the Space Marines, but only a few know that the Astral Army is the main force against the enemies of humanity.

Destroying planetary rebels is a small task that is only done occasionally, and vaporizing aliens and heretics with laser gun rounds and the giant cannons of super heavy tanks is the main job of the astral army.

And what kind of scene will the fragmentation grenades designed to fight against those bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods be like when they fight these thugs who don't even have armor?

The answer is, miserable.

The perimeter of the center of the explosion almost turned into a predation site for some kind of predator.

It has a cruel hobby of tearing off the flesh and blood of its prey, and then throwing it away.

But he refused to die them cleanly, leaving some fragments of tissue in a random manner.

Thankfully, the thugs died as soon as the shards were nailed into their brains or hearts, and they didn't suffer the same pain as they did.

And Black Fang, who wittily pulled his accomplices as shields, was not spared, and his unblocked lower body was shattered by ceramic shards, leaving nothing behind.

Twelve corpses.

Chu Zihang made a quick visual inspection, and then pulled the trigger.

Now thirteen.

The left half of his face was covered in blood, and the roots of his white teeth were exposed to the air.

A bullet passed through the back chamber and took away two of his teeth and a piece of skin.

The smell of blood is inhaled from the nostrils and even covers the smell of air pollutants.

The face that used to be fairly handsome, now looks like a mutant who has failed an experiment.

The stinky foot's cruel gaze and Chu Zihang looked at each other from a distance, and they were defeated in a few seconds.

"I'm planted today, let's go."

He beckoned his men to prepare to retreat.

"Leave the hammer and the fire behind."

Chu Zihang spoke with difficulty, and every syllable he said would shed a stream of blood.

In the midst of the crowd, the blacksmith and his daughter shivered.

"What if I don't?"

Stinky Foot spat and said.

In the bottom nest mix, one must be strong and the other must be face.

If he is defeated and returns and hands over the people who have taken refuge, then he will lose face.

If nothing else, the younger brothers under his command who usually jump will definitely have different intentions.

"Then you go and die."

When the word "that" was spoken, Chu Zihang had already pulled the trigger.

The laser cut through the obstacles and broke the filament of the stinky fish.

He hadn't intended to let go of the thugs from the beginning, and the conversation was just about finding an angle to shoot.

It's just that no matter how Chu Zihang looks, he can't find an angle that can directly kill the leader of the mob, so he can only retreat to destroy the opponent's ability to act first.

"Beasts, kill them all."

Chu Zihang looked at the ratskin man with a bloodied face.

The beast's body trembled a little, and he felt the will in his gaze heavier than the dome of the nest.

If they don't do that, they'll face the same shattering world as the thugs.

"Protect our friends and property, people."

The ratskin man roared in a hoarse voice.

The rat-skinned people who had been cowering and hiding reappeared, firing or throwing at the mob with their rudimentary weapons.

Ten pulled the bolt of the gun, and the bullet landed in the head of the mob leader with precision, ending his sinful and worthless life.

"Brothers, kill these rat cubs and kill them!"

The people of the bottom nest may be timid or cowardly, but they will never lack the ferocity in their bones.

Without the persecution of the leader, the thugs showed the courage to fight to the death.

Bullets are fired from automatic or semi-automatic weapons in their hands, knocking over ratskin people who are also unarmed.

The beast's gaze was sad, but instead of stopping, he walked to a more prominent place and raised his pistol to shoot.

Chu Zihang also did not stop, the lasers symbolizing death were shot out one after another, and each flash of light represented the disappearance of a life.

Eventually, the gunfire stopped.

All the thugs lay on the ground, leaving only the shivering men and girls.

Perhaps by luck or by man-made, these two were saved to the end.

Chu Zihang slowly climbed down the pipe, and the surviving rat-skin man pushed the two in front of him.

"Why did you betray me?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Boss, they threatened me with fire, so I said it."

Hammer stammered.

Huo timidly grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, and the very powerful and friendly boss changed, becoming ugly and fierce.

"You have one more chance to tell the truth."

He endured the anger in his heart.

"I want to go back with the fire, I've never left the Blackwater Nest, I can't stand it for another day outside. I'm going to get them to kick Jonny out and give him a taste of me. ”

Perhaps driven to collapse by fear, Hammer vented all his thoughts.

His face was distorted by fear and madness, and he looked even uglier than Chu Zihang's.

"Boss, forgive me, I'm a blacksmith, I can do the work for you."

After venting, the hammer calmed down again.

He prayed to Chu Zihang, just like he had when he first met.

"There is no betrayal small enough to be forgiven."

Chu Zihang said coldly, shooting a laser through his eyes.

He looked at the fire that was kneeling on the ground shaking his father's body, and his expression flashed with a hint of struggle.

"May your soul return to the Golden Throne."

Chu Zihang pulled the trigger again.

At the end of the execution, the will could no longer resist the physiological mechanisms, and his consciousness was plunged into darkness.

(End of chapter)