After finishing an entire magazine of the [Mechanical Dragon Bullet], Lann only slightly shrugged his shoulders from the recoil.
The skeletal structure, muscle form, and even the massive weight of the Interstellar Warriors were naturally designed to manipulate these weapons.
When using such large-caliber weapons, if not overly exaggerated, they could even counteract each shell's recoil with their own strength for stable shooting.
After emptying a clip, the maniacal grin on Lann's face immediately disappeared.
He calmly withdrew the magazine and slung the heavy crossbow onto his lower back.
Like a man pulling up his pants after a satisfying experience.
The two men and a cat beside him, utterly dumbfounded, craned their necks to peek into the crevice of the rock wall.
At the base of that cavity, there was an irregular cone the size of a human.
In the middle, there was a head-sized hole, completely translucent. Lava, like blood, seeped out from the edges of this hole.
