Chapter 11: It’s Showtime!
It was here. Showtime.
A map of the first floor appeared on his screen, showing twelve bright blue dots moving cautiously into the entrance corridor, right into the slime-filled "Welcome Mat."
Ragnar leaned forward, his eyes glued to the screen, his knuckles white as he gripped the arms of his throne.
He watched as the twelve dots, moving in a tight, disciplined formation, encountered the first cluster of his jiggly blue slimes.
He expected shouts, spells, the clash of steel.
Instead, he heard a sound he didn’t expect. A series of rapid, sharp cracks, like a string of firecrackers.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
"Guns?" he whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief. He focused the system’s audio feed. He could hear a man’s voice, calm and professional.
"No effect. Bullets are passing right through them. Switch to kinetic force. Use your rifle butts. Hida, you and me on the left. Everyone else, form a perimeter."
Ragnar watched the blue dots engage the green slime-dots on his map. He could see their health bars.
The slimes’ health barely budged from the gunfire, but when the soldiers started physically smashing them, the bars began to drop.