"AAAAAHHHH————!"
The Blood Sea Ancestor's scream shattered the reversed Blood Sea.
Slayer was like a bunker-buster bomb detonated inside his mouth.
The chainsaw injected with the "Tiger Soul" by Singularity had fully awakened. It emitted not a mechanical hum, but roars of a tiger thirsting for flesh and blood.
Roar—Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
The chainsaw wreaked havoc inside the Ancestor's mouth.
Tongue? Sawed off.
Gums? Sawed to mush.
Upper palate? Sawed through.
Slayer, wielding the chainsaw one-handed, staged a violent demolition titled "Dental Hygiene" inside the Ancestor's massive oral cavity.
HP -2000
HP -2500
HP -3000
The ridiculously long health bar above the Ancestor's head began to tremble visibly. Although it was still a drop in the bucket relative to the total, this continuous health loss notification was the greatest insult to his godhood.
"Get out! Get out!"
The Ancestor slammed his mouth shut, trying to bite Slayer to death, or swallow him into his stomach to digest.
Massive upper and lower jaws closed like two mountains.
Slayer saw the "Ceiling" (upper palate) pressing down.
He didn't dodge.
He put away the chainsaw and drew the modified double-barreled shotgun from his waist.
Left Barrel: Pure Yang Thunder.
Right Barrel: Mystic Yin Ice.
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Slayer fired both barrels at the descending palate.
BOOM!!!
Ice and Fire.
Extreme cold and extreme heat collided within the closed space of the Ancestor's mouth, triggering a violent elemental explosion.
The Ancestor's just-closed mouth was instantly blown up like an inflated balloon.
Pfft!
Black smoke spewed from his nostrils and ears.
Seizing the moment the Ancestor's mouth was numb from the explosion, Slayer activated [Meat Hook] again.
Thwip!
The chain hooked onto the "Little Tongue" (Uvula) hanging deep in the Ancestor's throat.
Slayer swung over.
He hung himself at the entrance of the Ancestor's throat.
This was an absolute weak point.
Slayer's lips curled up slightly (if visible).
Time to show some real technique.
He activated [Quick Switch] mode.
This is a high-end technique for DOOM players: canceling weapon recoil animation to achieve seamless rapid fire.
Heavy Cannon (Sniper Mod) -> Bang!
Rocket Launcher -> Boom!
Ballista -> Pew!
Super Shotgun -> Bang!
Switch gun. Fire. Switch gun. Fire.
Slayer's hands became a blur. Four heavy weapons cycled in his hands like magic, each delivering maximum burst damage in the shortest time.
Missiles, lasers, armor-piercing rounds, buckshot.
Countless colors of destruction beams poured into the Ancestor's throat.
Combo x10
Combo x20
Combo x50
Damage numbers began to stack crazily, finally turning into a red waterfall.
HP -10000
HP -50000
HP -100000
It felt like an erupting volcano had been stuffed down the Ancestor's throat.
He wanted to vomit, but couldn't.
He wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound.
That pain shot straight from the throat to the brain, a severe pain that made even the divine soul tremble.
"Mmph... mmmph... !!!"
Tears flowed uncontrollably down the Ancestor's massive face.
He was afraid.
He was truly afraid.
The man running wild in his territory, in his stomach, wasn't human.
He was a perpetual motion machine. A killing machine without emotion, without fatigue, knowing only how to output damage.
Slayer emptied all magazines.
But he didn't stop.
Because the "Automated Supply Line" established by Singularity was continuously teleporting ammo into his dimensional pocket.
[Ammo Supply: Full.]
Slayer didn't even need to reload.
Continue.
"Output vs Tanking (DPS vs Tanking)."
This was a contest between spear and shield.
But the Ancestor, this shield (Health Bar), was being ground through bit by bit by this infinitely sharp spear (Slayer).
Finally.
As Slayer's last BFG shot was blasted point-blank into the esophagus.
BOOM——————!!!
The Ancestor couldn't hold it back anymore.
He opened his mouth wide, letting out a wail that shook the Three Realms.
"WAAAAAAHHH!!!"
A massive shockwave of energy spewed from his mouth, blowing Slayer out.
Slayer adjusted his posture in mid-air, landing steadily on a floating rock.
He looked at the Ancient God clutching his throat, rolling on the ground, health bar missing a small chunk (about 1%).
He flicked the somewhat hot gun barrel.
Click-clack.
Reloaded.
The meaning was clear:
That was just the warm-up.
"Next chapter, The Fear of the Ancestor. The Ancestor finds his proud immortality has failed. He begins to fear, attempting to flee back to the depths of the Blood Sea."
