For one beautiful moment, Valledo's night came to an end.
This scene gives people an illusion, as if the air is lit up and the sunlight returns.
But this is a false dawn, heralding not the promise of a new beginning but the end.
High-energy lasers shoot through the atmosphere, and the bases of rain-filled clouds begin to glow.
High-energy muons then evaporate in burning flashes, and ribbons of chemical-laden vapor have gathered over enemy positions, illuminating hundreds of kilometers of land as the sky catches fire.
It all happened in a split second.
A few seconds later, a beam of scorching energy descended from space like a straight arrow.
The beams themselves make no sound, but as they pass, the atmosphere begins to burn, creating a rapid rush of air with each impact.
Soshyan observed it through the Terminator armor's automatic sensory filtering isolation, the auditory dampeners to help block the deafening thunder that would otherwise rupture his eardrums, the visual protection to keep him from going blind, and the ceramite armor to protect him. Protected from the heat that would have burned his flesh off the bone.
Exposed cultists have no such protection, and their bodies dissolve into swirling clouds of flesh and smoke.
But this kind of death is painless, because before the nerves have time to react, all the flesh on their bones has been burned away, their blood boils, and only a pile of rubble remains on the impregnable city wall.
When the first wave of overpressure shock waves hit, the earth trembled. The Thunder Eagle in mid-air was impacted and began to swing wildly. It was only thanks to the efforts of Rogris that it did not fall.
The soldiers who had retreated to the east bank of the river embankment faced the shock wave diagonally and withstood the impact.
However, the systems of many vehicles have been paralyzed, with supply pipelines bursting, hydraulic pressure bursting, and systems overloaded.
They were a kilometer away from the nearest bombing point, but still too close.
Lancers and kinetic energy shells slammed into a wide area on the west side of the river bank, destroying a large number of buildings and facilities, including the station, and even lifting the land itself. .
Excited chatter erupted over the communicator, everyone saying the same thing.
"Did you see that?"
"Throne!"
"There can't be anything left in there!"
But Soshyan knows that there must be something that will survive, and the creation of chaos will not be completely destroyed so easily.
So he cut into the entire communication network.
"Continue to carry out your orders."
The Astral Knights obey his orders.
"O Merciful Emperor."
Alec watched in horror the light rising on the horizon.
He knew what he was seeing, an orbital bombardment focused on one place at a time. He knew the battlefield terrain by heart and knew exactly who was the target of the orbital bombardment.
"Those heretics are finished."
The hot wind roared around, rolling around Yarick's military coat, filling his mouth with gray gravel.
The rocking motion of the tower forced him to relax, as the ground beneath him tilted so alarmingly that he felt as if he were standing on the deck of a primitive longship—and that was not a pleasant feeling.
From here, the destruction is even more apparent.
Whatever he saw, for a moment he felt proud of it, even as his own skin blistered.
More bombardments reached the ground and more flames lit up the horizon.
The first wave shook the makeshift command tower, sending shards of glass falling from cracked window frames, structural supports buckling toward the ground, and the tower sinking into its splintered foundations.
Straight spears of light were still bombarding the horizon. A hellish light illuminates a harsh truth.
"It looks like our mission is almost over."
The adjutant shrugged, but Yarrick hated this action.
It is a gesture of resignation, a gesture of indifference to something precious that is about to pass away.
"Just watch, I feel like things won't end that quickly."
In the world of Inquisitor Marcus, the world is spinning upside down at the moment.
The shock wave generated by the collision and explosion of the concentrated energy beam with the earth shattered the entire west bank of the river. Under the action of the incoming shock wave, the foundation of the river bank was shattered, and the structural members at the bottom were bent like metal wires.
The remaining pillars on the river bed collapsed instantly and were blown away like dust in a hurricane.
At the critical moment, Marcus used his psychic powers to throw Verne and Chandler into the safe zone-the east bank of the river, but before he could save the third one, a strong hot wind swept him into it.
He struggled to hold on to an exposed steel bar, but it was not enough to save him.
His stomach twitched, and he felt temporarily weightless. , and even heard some kind of wild laughter, which even covered up the gradually increasing sound of steel shattering and concrete exploding.
Large slabs of cement crackled like tinder, and plastic-steel pillars capable of supporting a building several kilometers high unraveled like twine.
Debris tumbled around him like a waterfall, battering him and threatening to tear him from the steel he held.
It was as if the world itself wanted to murder him, but he wouldn't give in.
He must live until the world is purified——
Soon, the sky fell and he saw the surface opening up.
Wide fissures tore the jagged east shore, hair-thin fault lines tore, and abyssal canyons opened like gateways to hell.
Large clouds of dust and smoke shot into the sky in the form of clouds, blinding Marcus to the world around him.
The orbital bombardment ripped open the rock formations.
Everything is noise and fire, dust and impact.
He then hit the ground, but the fall didn't stop.
Enormous energy smashed through the surface, like an angry god slamming down a pile driver, causing it to pierce the rock like a sword.
At a depth of several hundred meters, an unknown cave cavity was broken into.
Unconnected tunnels and pits that had never appeared on the map suddenly opened to the sky.
Marcus knew nothing about it.
Hundreds of thousands of tons of mass poured into the exposed cave system. At this moment, he was a speck of flesh and blood in the storm formed by the eternal rock.
He tried hard to maintain a psychic barrier to prevent being hit by something, but some of his bones were broken - if it weren't for the exquisite armor on his body, he might have been completely dead.
Marcus felt the furnace-like heat in his body. After sensing that his life was threatened, the small life-support device on his thigh began to pump in adrenaline in an effort to maintain his life.
But even so, he still failed to grab the steel bar and fell into the huge rocks that collided with each other like a storm.
He fell, spinning with constant impact.
The psychic barrier began to flicker, and there was huge pressure in Marcus' skull, but he did not dare to relax, even if he continued to maintain it, his head might explode.
Even if he died from a headshot, it would be easier.
He hit a stone wall and it shattered.
The Inquisitor saw nothing but darkness and a violent torrent of rubble.
Steel and rock fell with him, like a glittering rain in the bright light.
But even above the deafening din, he could still hear that maddening laughter—something was taunting him.
Suddenly, his fall ended.
