Novel & Cerita Chainsaw Man Beam

He pulled until black spots danced in his vision. The beam didn't budge. Elion collapsed, panting. "I can't... I can't move it." "I told you," Cale said gently. "You are depleted." "So what do we do? You're trapped." Cale looked at the beam. It was thick oak. Rotting, but heavy. "I can break it," Cale said. "With what? A saw?" "With force." Cale looked at his wrist. Two marks. "No," Elion said instantly. "No marks. You promised."

The next moment, more than twenty of the beast mechs pulled out their weapons. These weapons were pretty advanced. They weren't rifles or machine guns, not even freeze guns or heat guns. They were beam guns. Beam guns have extremely strong penetrating power, and it's like firing a laser. There's no need to fire one shot at a time, just hold the trigger down and the beam will keep blasting continuously. They were like the Death Laser, but the enhanced version. Not in terms of power, of course, but duration. "Windfall, be careful, those things actually pack a punch."

' So I sighed before clearing my throat and lifting my fist to knock on Maze's door. "What are you doing here?" Startled, I looked at Maze who's standing just a meter away from me. He's holding a pack of cigarette in one hand and a pack of mule on the other. He looked pretty wasted and I can see him still trying to keep his straight face. If I wasn't there a while ago, I will easily believe that nothing's wrong with him and he just wants to do his vices but then again, I am glad that somehow I am able to read through him. And I know that he's not okay. He just needs someone to remind him that it's okay not to be okay.

Becky cackled in my ear, delighted and profane. “She built for chalk,” she said. “Not for a bite. Cut!” I took the ugly chalk and cut counter-widdershins across Sable’s hair-thin seam; one, two, three. Sparks spat and went out like bad ideas. Kaia mirrored me five paces downstream with a motion so spare it looked like disrespect. The hum of the bridge shouldn’t have faltered. Adrian’s knife flashed once, not to throw, to point, show me, there, and I slashed where his knife pointed and the web sulked. Even with this Sable didn’t flinch.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

They raised their weapons. Rian looked at the support beam. He sent a single, controlled jolt of power into the rotting wood. He deliberately initiated the fracture. The beam fractured. The sound was immense. It was the sound of the structure's death sentence. The mercenaries looked up. They were terrified. "Anchor!" Rian commanded. "Stabilize the beam! Now!" I did not understand the command. He had initiated the break. I poured my energy into the fractured wood. I sent the power of the bond, but I focused it not on his stability, but on the wood.

Some already hung loose and sparking where our last strike had hit. Others pulsed fat and steady. “Yes,” I said. The word hummed through the bond. Rian grinned, feral and bright. “Then let’s start cutting,” he said. I lifted my hand. Power answered. It's not a wild column this time, not a panicked shield. A narrow, focused beam. I sighted along it at the nearest anchor—a knot of runes above a cage row that still stank of fear and old chains—and *pushed*. Silver‑blue light lanced out.

His clothes were scorched at the sleeves, a gash streaked blood across his forehead, but he didn’t stop to speak. He just acted. Hands under the beam, gritting his teeth, body bracing with every ounce of strength. I tried to tell him to leave me. That he’d get hurt. But no sound came out. The beam didn’t budge. He repositioned, pressing his shoulder beneath it like a lever. He was trying to lift it with his own body. That kind of pain. That kind of desperation. No ordinary friend would do that. With a hoarse shout, Haze gave one final push—and the beam rolled off me.

Even so, she couldn’t keep her anxiety from spiking. “Magnus irrundi,” she cried, louder than she meant to. She imagined a yellow beam two inches in diameter streaking from her hand. The energy beam shot forward, but her nervousness threw off her aim and caused the beam to be wider than she wanted. Instead of striking the zombie in the head as she intended, the beam struck high on the thing’s chest, burning a hole clean through it. Leesa could actually see the trees behind it through the wound. The strike caused the creature to stagger momentarily, but as soon as it regained its balance it lurched forward once more, oblivious to the hole in its chest.

And I got intimidated. "I guess so," I smiled bitterly. "Lean now on the chair, Alforo." I look away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his immediate nod. I immediately lean closer to reached again his wounds. He's leaning when my eyes darted at his adams apple. I immediately sneezed as I got closer. I glanced at it for a moment. He's really a trance to me. Fuck! The bone of his jaw were defined as I bore my eyes at him. I closed my eyes there.