BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT——!

  The barrels of the Minigun had spun into a red-hot blur. Hundreds of bullets were dumped onto the Blood Sea Ancestor's massive face every second.

  Although for the Ancestor's mountainous size, this damage was like getting sand in his eyes, it was an unprecedented humiliation.

  "Enough! Ant!"

  The Ancestor roared, the sound wave shattering the surrounding spatial turbulence.

  He swung his palm violently, trying to swat Slayer like a mosquito. That massive palm blotted out the sky, purple destruction divine lightning condensing in the center.

  Slayer didn't stop shooting.

  He activated [Dash] in mid-air.

  The jetpack spewed blue flames, and Slayer's body performed a right-angle drift in the air that defied physical inertia.

  BOOM!

  The Ancestor's palm missed, smashing heavily onto his own cheek, knocking himself askew.

  Slayer seized the opportunity to flank the Ancestor.

  He wasn't satisfied with the chip damage of the Minigun.

  He was going to serve the main course.

  Slayer put away the Minigun and drew the Heavy Cannon he hadn't used much yet.

  Switch Mod: [Micro Missiles].

  As long as the trigger was held, this gun could fire countless micro-tracking missiles like a mad dog.

  Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh——!

  Dozens of missiles trailing flames, like a swarm of angry hornets, drilled precisely into the Ancestor's... Nostrils.

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  Boom boom boom boom boom!

  Muffled explosions sounded inside the Ancestor's nasal cavity.

  "A-CHOO——!!!"

  The Ancestor was blasted into a sky-shaking sneeze, nosebleed spraying like a red waterfall.

  Slayer's visor displayed:

  [HP -500]

  Damage increased. Weakness attack effective.

  Slayer's eyes grew brighter.

  He stopped dumping firepower blindly. He began to act like a top surgeon, searching for every sensitive point, every weak spot on this colossal body.

  Eyes, nostrils, ear canals, throat...

  Slayer flew through the air, cycling through various weapons.

  Rocket Launcher locking onto eyes.

  Ballista sniping eardrums.

  Plasma Rifle cauterizing wounds.

  He hopped around on the Ancestor's giant face like a flea dancing on a titan, but every step brought a bloody mess.

  The Ancestor was going crazy.

  He had earth-shattering mana, but this little bug was too agile, and that damn gravity-reversed environment made it impossible for him to lock onto Slayer.

  "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

  The Ancestor waved his arms frantically, releasing sky-full of Blood Malevolence Divine Lightning, attempting indiscriminate carpet bombing.

  Zzzzzzzzzzzzt——!

  A red lightning net covered a ten-mile radius.

  Slayer had nowhere to hide.

  But he didn't plan to hide.

  He charged straight into the lightning net.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Divine lightning capable of shattering mountain ranges struck Slayer's Praetor Suit, only splashing weak sparks. Not even the paint was scratched.

  Slayer weaved through the lightning sea as if taking a stroll in a drizzle.

  In fact, the runes on his armor became even more dazzling after absorbing the lightning energy.

  [Energy Absorption: 100%.]

  [Weapon Overload: Ready.]

  The Ancestor watched the figure who was unharmed in the lightning and charging faster and faster, true fear appearing in his eyes for the first time.

  "Why... why can't my thunder harm you?!"

  Slayer didn't deign to answer.

  He raised his Super Shotgun.

  [Meat Hook] fired!

  The barbed chain pierced deeply into the Ancestor's lower lip.

  Leverage pull.

  Slayer flew up, heading straight for the Ancestor's roaring mouth.

  In mid-air, he drew the Chainsaw.

  Vrrrrm————!!!

  Tiger Soul roared.

  "Confusion vs Ecstasy."

  The Ancestor was full of confusion. He didn't understand why this mortal was unharmed in a desperate situation. He didn't understand why that negligible damage made this mortal excited as if celebrating a festival.

  Because he hadn't played games.

  He didn't understand what "Gamer Instinct" was.

  That was logic carved into Slayer's bones:

  As long as something in this world can show a health bar.

  Whether it's a god, a demon, or the Heavenly Way itself.

  I can kill you.

  Slayer charged into the Ancestor's mouth.

  Chainsaw cutting into gums.

  Sizzle sizzle sizzle——!

  HP -1000

  HP -1000

  HP -1000

  The Ancestor let out the most miserable scream of his life.

  Not just because of pain.

  But because he finally realized, in front of this "Disaster" named Slayer, he, the Ancient God, was the weak victim.

  "Next chapter, Glory Kill: Combo. Slayer activates infinite ammo mode, and the Ancestor's health bar starts dropping like water."