The disorientation of spatial teleportation lasted a mere 0.1 seconds.

  THUD!

  A sound of absolute, heavy impact.

  The Slayer's heavy combat boots, carrying the kinetic energy of the teleport, slammed viciously onto the scorched earth of the Abyss's 1st Layer.

  The massive impact force instantly fractured the obsidian ground around the landing zone. Cracks exploded outward like a spiderweb, hissing with jets of scalding sulfur steam.

  And right beneath his foot, there happened to be an unlucky "Gatekeeper Demon."

  This low-tier demon, with skin like a toad and clutching a rusty iron fork, didn't even have time to scream.

  Squelch.

  Its bloated body was instantly stomped into a puddle of green, indescribable paste beneath the Slayer's boot sole.

  The Slayer didn't look down.

  He didn't pause for even a microsecond because he had stepped on something.

  Using the momentum of the landing, he leaned forward into a smooth tactical roll, shedding the vertigo from the teleportation.

  The moment he rose to his feet, the Super Shotgun was already leveled.

  Twenty meters directly ahead, a patrol squad of "Imps" (Flaming Imps) had just been startled by the loud crash.

  They turned their heads, their eyes burning with hellfire still filled with confusion. They saw the red light, the dust cloud, and then the green silhouette rising from the dust—radiating a killing intent hotter than magma.

  "Gah?!"

  The lead Imp opened its mouth, about to sound the alarm.

  BANG!

  The Slayer pulled the trigger.

  It wasn't a gunshot; it was the death knell of the Reaper.

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  Thousands of Singularity's rune-enchanted pellets swept out in a wide fan.

  The lead Imp's head instantly vaporized into a red mist. The two Imps behind it were launched backward by the massive kinetic force, bowl-sized holes blown through their chests, dead before they even hit the air.

  The remaining two Imps reacted. Screeching, they began to charge fireballs in their hands.

  The Slayer gave them no chance.

  As he fired, his left hand yanked the under-barrel hook launcher.

  Zip—!

  The Meat Hook, barbed and chain-linked, flew out and sank precisely into the left Imp's shoulder.

  He pulled.

  The Slayer's body instantly accelerated, launching toward the Imp like a cannonball.

  In mid-air, he didn't shoot. Instead, he raised his right leg.

  Heavy Boot Kick!

  CRACK!

  The Imp's sternum shattered. It flew back like a ragdoll, smashing into the rocks behind it, reduced to a pile of meat slurry.

  The last Imp was paralyzed with fear; it turned to run.

  The Slayer landed. Without a pause, he drew the Chainsaw from his back.

  VRR-VRR-VRR!!!

  The engine roared. The Slayer executed a slide tackle to catch up to the fleeing Imp.

  The chainsaw sliced upward in a perfect arc, from the crotch straight through to the crown of the head.

  Blood, organs, and bone shards painted a perfect crimson arc in the air, spraying all over the Slayer's armor.

  [Glory Kill!]

  Several blue soul energy orbs popped out of the corpse, instantly absorbed by the Slayer's suit.

  The entire sequence took less than three seconds.

  Five Imps. One Gatekeeper. Wiped out.

  The surroundings fell into a deathly silence. Only the chainsaw continued to idle, emitting a low chug-chug sound.

  But this silence lasted only for an instant.

  "ROAR—!"

  "AWOOO—!"

  The scent of blood is the best rallying cry.

  From behind the rocks on the left, a dozen fang-baring "Hell Hounds" charged out, barking madly.

  From the magma river on the right, three towering "Hell Knights" climbed ashore, letting out deafening roars.

  Overhead, several "Pain Elementals" drifted slowly, spitting out burning Lost Souls.

  The Slayer slowly straightened up.

  He flicked the blood off his chainsaw. He was in no rush to attack.

  He looked up, peering through the lingering blood mist at the red tide swarming over the mountains and plains.

  On his tactical visor, the previously dark map instantly lit up with countless, dense red dots.

  [Threat Level: EXTREME]

  [Enemy Count: ∞ (Infinite)]

  Seeing that "∞" symbol.

  The Slayer's shoulders shook slightly.

  He felt no fear.

  On the contrary, he made a very subtle movement—he pressed the music playback button on the side of his helmet.

  [BGM: The Only Thing They Fear Is You - (Intro)]

  That familiar, aggressive heavy metal guitar riff exploded in his ears.

  The Slayer's fingers tightened on the gun stock.

  Ka-chunk.

  The Super Shotgun was reloaded.

  He stepped forward, launching a counter-charge straight at the Hell Knight leading the pack.

  Invasion vs. Being Invaded.

  The Abyss thought a meal had been delivered.

  Little did they know, what arrived was a Catastrophe.

  "Next Chapter: Scorched Earth. Singularity watches the Slayer's kill count ticking like a stopwatch on the screen back in the Netherworld and sighs: This isn't a war; this is restocking."