"Bang, bang, bang!"
The bullets passed through the double-barreled chamber, undergoing a dual collision of gunpowder and psychic power, amplifying their force so that a single shot shattered the cheek of this ugly "Big Head Baby."
This thing looked like a three-meter-tall baby's head, with huge red eyes weeping blood, and a mouth full of sharp teeth, howling in pain.
It had no body below the neck; instead, countless dense, maggot-like red tentacles spread out from its neck. Originally, there were a few tentacles as thick as tree trunks, but they had all been blasted to shreds.
The White-Haired Brat had transformed into this terrifying appearance, but under Kenmyo Isayama's suppressive fire, it was already reaching the end of its rope.
Following a "splatter" sound, black liquid splashed out from the shattered wound. Kenmyo Isayama stepped back to dodge the fluid, while raising the double-barreled submachine gun in his hands and continuing to fire.
The gun body was made of dull black metal, with rugged lines and old screws forming most of its details, yet it possessed a strange, crude, and poorly-made aesthetic.
The long double barrels embodied the philosophy that "Bigger Is Better." Its massive caliber made it hard to imagine it was a submachine gun and not a grenade launcher, boasting a maximum rate of fire of 10 rounds per second.
The Shoota crafted by Kenmyo Isayama would be considered a fine masterpiece even in the Ork World. When the explosive bullets fired, the sound was like thunder, and no Ork could resist such temptation; they would break off all their teeth to use as currency just to acquire it.
Since finishing this gun, Kenmyo Isayama hadn't had the chance to use it in real combat, but now he finally had the opportunity.
Therefore, he didn't let Fushiguro Toji intervene; Kenmyo Isayama wanted to solo this monster using this weapon.
This damn thing's HP bar was truly thick. Although it was reaching the end of its rope, the overheating issue from prolonged use of heavy firepower also needed consideration.
Kenmyo Isayama had already emptied three extended magazines into this Cursed Spirit. The black gun barrel was glowing red due to the extremely high temperature from prolonged use.
If Kenmyo Isayama hadn't initially used the [Mek-boy Soul] to construct a faint "Waaagh" field, he would have constantly muttered, "I reckon this gun won't explode," every time he pulled the trigger.
Otherwise, this freshly manufactured "Shoota" would likely have blown up after emptying the second magazine.
Kenmyo Isayama figured the problem lay with the steel itself; this was an inherent material weakness that couldn't be fixed.
Although the Greenskins in the Warhammer World liked scavenging scrap, even their scrap steel was metal created by humanity over the course of the 40K timeline, having gone through countless technological explosionsthe quality was undeniable.
According to Warhammer World manufacturing standards, the steel in Kenmyo Isayama's world did not meet the requirements for flexibility, hardness, or high-temperature resistance, which is why the firearms produced were so prone to exploding.
Kenmyo Isayama decided not to drag this out any longer; the gun was quickly approaching its continuous operational limit.
Thinking this, when Kenmyo Isayama closed his eyes and opened them again...
The world before him had turned black and white. Everything had lost its color, and time seemed to slow down several times over.
Kenmyo Isayama could see the bullet he had just fired slowly sinking into the Cursed Spirit's skin, then exploding internally like dynamite. The disgusting chunks of flesh and blood being blasted away were frame-by-frame images.
He had activated a new Psychic Spells effect. The mana points consumption of this spell was higher than that of Fire Manipulation-type Psychic Spells, draining rapidly at a rate of fifty mana points per second.
There was no helping it; due to their unique nature, precognitive Psychic Spells were destined to have astonishing consumption rates.
Kenmei widened his eyes, determined to find what he needed within the limited time.
While dodging this damn thing's tentacles that were hidden underground and lunging at Kenmyo Isayama, after a roll and dodge, he finally saw what he wanted.
"I see it!"
Although faint, right at the center of the "Big Head Baby's" brow was a streak of vivid red that stood out from the gray and white world.
Because it was obscured by the kid's hair, Kenmyo Isayama couldn't see it clearly before.
Kenmyo Isayama's eyes locked onto the red light beam at the center of the "kid's" brow. He lowered his center of gravity, and the next second, he vanished, streaking past as a blue afterimage at an extremely fast speed. With a single jump, he landed directly on the "Big Head Baby's" head. This proximity made the creature intensely uneasy.
When he saw a flash of light in the depths of the two crimson pupils that were almost meeting his gaze, a bright red Light Spear burst forth.
As his vision was completely engulfed by the red light, Kenmyo Isayama, whose expression didn't change at all, simply tilted his head slightly to evade the attack launched at near-zero distance.
When the light beam hit the "Curtain," it tore a large hole in the barrier, and the explosion in the sky made his hair rustle.
With an unchanged expression, Kenmyo Isayama fired two bursts, instantly blowing out the "Big Head Baby's" eyes, and then aimed the gun barrel at the location where the red light had appeared previously and pulled the trigger.
After pulling the trigger, dazzling blue fire snakes continuously spewed from the muzzle, and the empty casings automatically ejected from the magazine clattered onto the ground.
The incessant gunfire, loaded with Psychic Spells, mercilessly tore through the flesh, exploding at the Cursed Spirit's brow.
The deeper the bullets penetrated, the more agonizing the screams of the Big Head Baby became.
To widen the hole, Kenmyo Isayama even shoved the glowing red barrel directly into the wound. The splashing blood served to cool it down.
This utterly tormented the "Big Head Baby." It began thrashing around mindlessly, destroying trees for hundreds of meters around in its extreme agony.
Kenmyo Isayama only heard the sound of shattering glass, but he did not release the trigger in his hand.
Not until he heard the system broadcast:
[Cursed Energy available for absorption detected. Absorb?]
Did Kenmei finally release the trigger. He moved the barrel away and saw that the solid Spherical Core inside had shattered into several pieces, and thick, blood-red liquid was gushing out.
[Precognition] is one of the Divination-type Psychic Spells. As the name suggests, it is a precognitive spell used to discover an enemy's weak points.
Consumption: Determined by the strength of the target being divined.
Description: Diviners witness a path leading to victory, and they use these predictions to triumph on the battlefield.
The Cursed Spirit, which was the corrupted form of that kid, had a strength level that put Kenmyo Isayama at the tier of consuming fifty mana points per second.
Kenmei looked at his glowing red gun barrel and wondered if a red-hot crowbar would have been a better choice.