Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Efficiency

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Without warning, Blackrat slammed a button on the device strapped to his wrist. A sharp series of mechanical clicks rang out, and in the blink of an eye, a roughly ten–foot–tall mecha enveloped him–an older model with obvious retrofit marks, worn but radiating a brutal, battle–hardened aura: the Iron

Rhino.

“Get the hell behind me!” Blackrat roared from inside the cockpit,

The Black Rats members, as if they’d just found their backbone again, scrambled in panic behind the mecha’s massive frame.

Tiffany and Melton’s expressions tightened. Instinctively, they stepped forward, ready to rely on their experience and skill to deal with the mecha.

“No need.” Elizabeth stopped them, her tone light, almost entertained.

She even unhurriedly took out a simple table and chairs from her storage button and set them up.

Then she pulled out a kettle and a few potatoes, waving Tiffany and Melton over. “Come on, sit. Have some water, eat a potato. You ran all this way–you’ve got to be starving and thirsty. Eat up, get your strength back.”

Her complete disregard for Blackrat and the Iron Rhino ignited his fury to its peak.

“You bitch! You’ve got a death wish!” Blackrat’s enraged roar boomed from inside the mecha. He piloted the hulking Iron Rhino forward, raising a heavy mechanical arm as energy gathered at the fist, preparing to smash Elizabeth–and her table and chairs–into scrap.

But the instant the mecha’s heavy metal foot stomped across that faint boundary line with a thunderous crash and entered the circle’s range-

Everything changed.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Crack!

A barrage of shrill metal–on–metal shrieks and snapping fractures exploded in rapid succession.

The Iron Rhino, which had looked indestructible just moments before, seemed to be sliced apart at every joint by countless invisible blades.

Its enormous body jerked midair–and then, before everyone’s horrified eyes, it fell apart.

The massive mechanical arm, the heavy torso, the thick legs… like a dismantled pile of building blocks, they crashed to the ground in scattered pieces.

The cockpit was exposed. Inside, Blackrat still held the posture of controlling the mecha. The fury frozen on his face slowly gave way to utter blankness, and then to a terror so deep that it hollowed him out.

He stared numbly at the wreckage around him, as if trapped in some absurd nightmare.

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Chapter 82 Efficiency

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The scene fell into dead silence.

Only Elizabeth, calmly peeling the skin off a potato, didn’t even bother to look up.

Watching their boss’s Iron Rhino–their greatest source of confidence–disintegrate like it was made of paper, the remaining members of the Black Rats felt their psychological defenses shatter completely.

The unknown was the most terrifying thing of all.

They had no idea where the attack had come from.

They had no idea what kind of power had done this.

This incomprehensible, unstoppable force drowned them in fear.

Was the boss important?

Sure. But no one’s life was more important than their own.

Someone suddenly screamed, “Run!”

The remaining 50–odd men scattered like startled locusts, turning to bolt back the way they’d come.

Brotherhood? Loyalty? In the face of absolute death, that was all worthless trash.

But just as they started to move, a calm voice–cool as ice water poured over their heads–rang clearly in

every ear.

“If you wanna die, go ahead and run.”

She didn’t even stand up, still eating her potato at an unhurried pace.

It was just one offhand sentence, yet it felt like invisible shackles had slammed around their legs.

They skidded to a stop and turned back in terror, staring at the woman sitting leisurely at the table.

Then their eyes drifted to Big Guy’s still–warm corpse and the pile of mecha wreckage on the ground. Their throats went dry. Cold sweat streamed down their backs. Not a single one dared take another step.

If she can dismantle a mecha in seconds, killing us would be even easier.

If we don’t run, maybe we’ll live. If we run, we’ll be dead for sure.

Elizabeth watched this group of spineless rabble, thoroughly satisfied.

Of course, she’d just been bluffing. The circle’s range was limited.

They hadn’t entered it yet–if they’d really run, she couldn’t have touched them.

But she’d gone to all this trouble to bring in free labor. How could she let them just run off?

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