The continuous slashing caused particle oscillations to hit Harrison Clark's faceplate, accompanied by splendid notes of music.
Ding, ding, ding, ding…...
Crunching sounds burst forth at a rate of a thousand per second.
Immediately after, a roaring noise like machinery exploding echoed through the air.
Billowing smoke mixed with biological and metallic materials blasted through the sky.
A violent shockwave surged outwards, but Harrison, at the epicenter of the explosion, remained completely still.
Under his meticulous control, the space distorted by the Pseudo-Curvature Engine diverted these impacts perfectly to the four sides, forcing back the approaching Eight-legged Beetles.
Harrison grinned and instinctively licked his lips.
He finally slew an Eight-legged Beetle with his own hands!
An unparalleled sense of satisfaction welled from deep within his mind.
Thrilling!
