The psychic tank was full of anger as it rampaged in the amusement park!
The flexible gun barrel had completely transformed into the spokesperson of death.
In front of the black muzzle.
There were only two destinies left for the facilities and monsters in the amusement park-
Or take a shot.
Or they would be crushed into pieces.
For a moment.
There was no crying in the amusement park.
All that was left was the endless sound of cannon fire!
..
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
On a pile of ruins.
The psychic tank forced itself to crash into the theater in the center of the amusement park.
It also crushed a few demonic clowns hiding under the chairs in the theater.
The rolling tracks gradually began to slow down.
Roger stood in the center of the theater and looked around.
He had already taken apart most of the things in the amusement park.
The only things left were the outermost guardrails and barriers.
