The black tide on the horizon drew closer.

  It wasn't ocean waves; it was a wall of death composed of countless hideous faces.

  The roar of Hell Knights, the grinding treads of mechs, and the furious bellows of the Balrog Lord merged into a torrent of noise capable of shattering a normal mind.

  "For the Lord! Crush him!"

  "Tear down that house!"

  "Meat! Fresh meat!"

  The vanguard of the demon army was less than two kilometers from the City God Temple.

  Daoist Singularity hid inside the temple, watching the feed on his monitors, clutching his bottle of instant heart-relief pills so hard it nearly cracked.

  "Great Warrior! Why are you still walking forward?! Come back! We need to defend using the fortifications!"

  "That's an army of 100.000! Their spit alone could drown us! How can you fight them with just one gun?!"

  The Slayer ignored the noise coming from the broadcast.

  He stopped on a protruding rock about 500 meters from the temple gate.

  He looked ahead.

  As far as the eye could see: Monsters.

  This scene... it reminded him of the final battle at the Core of Mars. It reminded him of the slaughter across the ruins of Earth.

  But he didn't feel weary.

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  On the contrary, his breathing frequency began to accelerate. That was the sign of adrenaline spiking.

  His fingers gently caressed the pistol grip of the Chaingun.

  In the eyes of others, this was an apocalyptic dead end.

  But in the Slayer's eyes, this was a Perfect Firing Range.

  No need to aim.

  Because no matter which direction you fire, you will hit something.

  No need to save ammo.

  Because Singularity's "Cloud Ammo Depot" was right behind him, and in front of him lay countless moving supply packs.

  No need to kite or dodge.

  Because there were so many monsters, there was nowhere to dodge. The only path was to carve a road of blood straight through.

  Click.

  The Slayer suddenly released one hand from the Chaingun and drew a weapon from his hip that he hadn't used yet.

  It was the [Experimental Plasma Rifle], freshly teleported in by Singularity just moments ago.

  This gun had been mag-modified by Singularity, fitted with a [Heat Blast] mod.

  The Slayer raised the rifle towards the sky, which was blackened by swarms of Gargoyles. He didn't aim at any single one.

  He simply held the trigger down.

  Zzzzzzzzzzt!!!

  Blue plasma beams poured out like a torrential rain.

  In less than three seconds, the weapon overheated, and the red warning light flashed.

  The Slayer didn't let go. Instead, he slammed the red button on the side of the gun.

  BOOM!

  A massive shockwave of blue energy exploded outward, centered on the Slayer.

  But this was just a test fire.

  He wanted to see the kick of this new toy.

  Although the shockwave didn't hit the main force, the pulse of energy successfully provoked the vanguard.

  "He's provoking us! Charge!"

  Hundreds of Imps rushed forward like mad dogs.

  The Slayer holstered the Plasma Rifle.

  He gripped the Chaingun again with both hands.

  Under his helmet visor, the corner of his mouth—usually a grim, unmoving line—raised extremely rarely... by one millimeter.

  Fear vs. Ecstasy.

  A normal soldier facing this scene would feel fear.

  A berserker would feel rage.

  But the Slayer...

  He felt a pure, almost childlike Joy.

  Finally.

  No more walking on eggshells.

  No more worrying about punching a hole in the map.

  No more enduring that damn silence.

  Here, there was only noise. Only slaughter.

  This was life.

  The Slayer took a deep breath.

  Then, he slammed the trigger of the Chaingun.

  VRRRRR—DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA!!!

  Metal Storm, Engage.

  Next Chapter: One-Man Army.

  The Slayer charges into the enemy formation alone. The demons realize in horror: They aren't surrounding him. He is surrounding them.