Chapter 1221: Adamant Thunder Annihilation Campaign (12)
Dark blue lightning surged and rotated explosively from within the golden orb.
The moment the lightning, formed without any medium, cast its gaze upon the ground, the earth shattered and collapsed as if a bomb had detonated.
CRACK-BOOM-CRACK-BOOM-BOOM-CRASH!!!!
Each time a pillar of lightning struck, dazzling ripples of electricity swept across the ground in a circle, spreading at an incredible speed.
With every strike, tanks and self-propelled artillery that had been holding their positions simply evaporated and vanished, unable to even melt.
[Leaping Lightning]
Lightning fragments, originally used for close-range penetration, were cast continuously, one after another, as if in a frenzy.
A crude incantation that directly violated the purpose and design of Lightning Magic, as if the caster hadn’t even given it a thought.
Yet, that alone caused an infinite flood of lightning across the ground, slaughtering The Legion and unfurling a hellish landscape.
[GARBLED SCREAMS!!!!]
[RETREATE!!!! PLEASE!!! AAAARGHHH-!!]
[A- A- AAAAH-!!!!]
[…SCUTTLE IT!!! FALL BACK AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE-!!!!!]
Within the tidal wave of overflowing lightning, even communications couldn’t be maintained properly.
Only the fragmented, intermittent screams and shouts proved what was happening outside Vulcan.
Beneath the dark blue veil of death that had settled over the horizon, everything burned into twilight by the lightning.
Only the lingering afterglow of lightning, replacing the twilight sky, obliquely illuminated the world as if hinting at its end.
The Legion command’s communication network was in a panic.
[Is this, is this even possible!!!]
[This isn’t a war of attrition!!! We never anticipated this kind of slaughter-!!!]
[Enginium Fortress functionality degraded by 60%. Reorganization, necessary….]
[Flame Majesty Temple’s output has plummeted by nearly half. 7th Legion Commander, at this rate….]
[I will pray for the unbelievers who have reached death without believing in God.]
“How…?”
Deimus, who had been observing the situation with a pale face, clutched his eyes with trembling hands.
“This, this won’t do… This level of attrition in a short battle cannot be endured….”
Not once, during the planning of the Annihilation Campaign, had they underestimated Adamant Thunder, the wizard.
No, rather, it was precisely because they had assessed Adamant Thunder as extremely dangerous that they planned the campaign.
They knew he was a God-Slayer who had personally killed countless Transcendent, and a victor who had never been defeated in that process.
Wasn’t it because they knew this war wouldn’t be easy that they had gathered such immense forces and powers and returned to Vulcan?
[Lieutenant General Deimus!!! Are you listening? We must pull back the front line immediately!!]
[Legion Commander. The surviving main units’ soldiers are wavering.]
[We must move before the commanders of the participating factions harbor other thoughts.]
“…….”
Static, static…!!!!
From the moment they intended to force Adamant Thunder into a war of attrition, it was inevitable that their own forces would also suffer losses.
It was only natural that the Transcendent of each faction would participate in the Annihilation Campaign, prepared for a certain degree of damage.
Yet, no one had anticipated half of The Legion’s main force being slaughtered from the very beginning.
The attrition of allied forces, which they considered inevitable, was proceeding at a speed and scale far too rapid and massive, causing widespread unease.
“…All Legion subordinate units. From now on, reform the front line and reorganize units.”
Clack!!
Deimus, having made his decision, immediately activated the communication network and spoke.
“With Adamant Thunder himself stepping forward, there’s no longer any reason to maintain a wide front. From now on, we will compress our forces to create the densest possible firing network.”
[Orders received!]
Using the Operation System’s command structure, they assessed surviving forces and redeployed units in real-time.
They moved the front line and modified orders to minimize damage from Adamant Thunder, who was raging beyond the outer district.
[Wouldn’t it be better to scatter the units to reduce damage from Adamant Thunder’s bombardment?]
“If magic like that just now falls again, no matter how scattered, we won’t be able to escape Adamant Thunder’s spellcraft range….”
Deimus’s expression turned grim as he looked at the system screen.
“In that case, I will increase the density of the battlefield to concentrate our firepower and try to reduce the damage, even if only slightly.”
Indeed, most of the survivors from the recent massacre were those who had gathered near each faction’s war machines.
Strategic-grade war machines, hundreds of meters in size and with massive outputs, had managed to preserve some subordinate forces at the cost of significant performance and functional loss.
Nevertheless, Transcendent of lower tiers were either instantly killed or were dying all around them, suffering from severe injuries to the point of imminent death.
[Lieutenant General Deimus. At this point, it is not as if our side has no chance of winning.]
The command staff, who were still maintaining communication, began to analyze calmly.
An attempt to somehow grasp the principle and limitations of the lightning’s radiance, even after facing it spread to the horizon.
[The Leaping Lightning that Adamant Thunder just used is a zero-range bombardment spell, which is relatively low-tier even within the lightning-elemental magic system.]
[It is presumed to have been a spellcraft whose purpose and use were inappropriate for casting at this point, just before a large-scale battle.]
“He didn’t use high-level magic; instead, he deliberately inflated and ran wild with low-level magic….”
Deimus said in a cold voice, staring at the golden orb elegantly rotating in the sky.
“Are you saying there’s meaning in Adamant Thunder’s actions, deliberately activating such a large-scale, strategic-grade spellcraft?”
[Perhaps he cannot use complex will-thoughts or high-level spellcraft, instead having to excessively inflate the spellcraft output?]
The staff replied.
[Could this be the result of Adamant Thunder himself forcibly trying to become an Ascendant before the Annihilation Campaign, using his Domain….]
[If so, that would also explain why Adamant Thunder is rampaging so wildly and destructively at this point.]
“The first strike was an instant kill… the second was an area-of-effect… he doesn’t use the same pattern twice…?”
[If we deploy The Legion’s high-ranking generals who haven’t yet acted, and exploit this aspect-]
“No. There is no such guarantee anywhere on this battlefield.”
Deimus, snapping back to attention, cut off the staff member and reconnected the communication network.
“All Legion units. Retreat and fall back immediately!! Repeat. All forces fall back right now-”
[Leaping Lightning][Leaping Lightning][Leaping Lightning]
[Leaping Lightning][Leaping Lightning][Leaping Lightning]
[Leaping Lightning][Leaping Lightning][Leaping Lightning]
Flash!! Flash!!
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!!!!
Bundling the rampaging lightning, spheres of dark blue lightning were lifted into the air.
Compressed lightning masses orbited the Magic Tower like satellites, with the rotating golden Magic Tower at their center.
Each time, dark blue lightning strikes fell to the ground, crushing the outer district’s cityscape and sweeping the skies, bringing down all flying vehicles.
BANG! CRASH-BOOM-CRASH!!!
A fighter jet, having lost its center and plummeting, exploded and vanished before it could even collide with the Magic Tower’s surface.
Before the pilot in the cockpit could even turn their head, their body evaporated and dispersed into the air.
“Hm.”
On the constantly shaking deck of the 7th Legion’s mobile fortress.
Ermont, who had been watching the slaughter unfold all around him with his arms crossed, turned away with a smile.
“Well then, I’ll be going now.”
As Ermont tried to slip away beneath the deck like an eel, Sarin seized him by the scruff of his neck.
The vampire, much taller than Ermont, looked down at him with an eerie smile.
“Black Wizard. Where are you going?”
“Are you really asking because you don’t know, little mosquito?”
Ermont said with a smile.
“If I stay here, everyone will die. And I certainly don’t want to die at the hands of that mad monster.”
“Oh, my. Look at you talking back.”
“KIIIEEEK!! Get away from me!! Begging for my life won’t work like last time, so if I run now, won’t I live a little longer?!”
Ermont struggled, revealing his true colors only after Sarin grabbed him by the neck.
The tall vampire looked down at Ermont with an expression like one watching a disobedient pet.
“Ermont. Don’t be so dramatic.”
But The Doctor spoke leisurely, even as Ermont shrieked.
“Everyone gathered for this Annihilation Campaign is capable of looking after their own lives. You, Chebien, and Hylaea didn’t come here with your actual ‘main bodies,’ did you?”
“Doctor. What nonsense are you talking about? Didn’t you see that Townsend, or Sandwich, or whatever, get fried by a single lightning strike?”
Ermont thrashed, still held by Sarin’s neck.
“What’s the point if you can still die even using consciousness transfer spellcraft to steal a body? I’m going to enjoy this new life I’ve gained to the fullest, to the very end!!”
“…….”
Ermont, who uses consciousness transfer spellcraft to seize bodies. Chebien, who uses a puppet instead of his main body. The Doctor, who takes on human vessels through Incarnation Body, and Hylaea, who possesses the Talent for Duality.
All four existing members had either separated their bodies and consciousness, or were born with such talents or aptitudes.
Hylaea had felt a sense of incongruity when she arrived on site, but perhaps they had all prepared insurance against death before the Annihilation Campaign.
The Doctor shrugged and averted his gaze.
“In that case, what do the others think of the current situation?”
Sarin shrugged, releasing Ermont’s neck, and the Iron Chain Dragon King ignored the question.
Ezekiel simply lifted his cloth-covered face and looked up at the dark blue lightning spreading across the sky.
After listening to The Doctor’s words, Ezekiel stared at Adamant Thunder’s lightning for a long time before muttering.
“Beautiful.”
“…….”
Indeed, this one was also, in many ways, not in his right mind.
But Ezekiel ignored the bewildered stares of the other members and turned away.
“It was the right decision to meet an old acquaintance today.”
Ezekiel said in an emotionless voice.
“Move. Let’s go meet Adamant Thunder as you all wish.”
“I somewhat agree with him.”
The Iron Chain Dragon King, who had been sitting with his arms crossed on the opposite side of the deck from Ezekiel, spoke.
“If you humans move to confront Adamant Thunder, this dragon will also cooperate.”
“At this point, with half of The Legion’s main force massacred, it’s no longer an issue that can be discussed so lightly.”
Hylaea said with a pale face.
“First, we’ll have to completely re-evaluate Adamant Thunder’s power after today. To think he reached such a realm in a human body….”
“…….”
“I knew he was a formidable Transcendent, but this is… how can a wizard who learned Lightning Magic do all this alone?”
Lightning Magic is a firepower-focused magic that ranks at the top in terms of instantaneous output among pure spellcraft-type elemental magic.
It virtually has no limits in both speed and power, but consequently, its mana consumption is extremely high, and its efficiency is poor.
While it excels at instantly boosting and unleashing power, being among the top-tier across all spellcraft, it conversely isn’t particularly outstanding in sustained firepower.
And in a war involving a large-scale clash of legions like now, sustained firepower was clearly a far more crucial issue than instantaneous firepower.
Of course, they had assumed that Adamant Thunder, being a Transcendent Grand Mage, would be somewhat free from such problems, but they never imagined he could unilaterally slaughter half of The Legion by himself.
Hylaea belatedly realized that her initial premise, in terms of assessing and anticipating Adamant Thunder’s full strength, had been fundamentally flawed.
“It cannot be denied that a monstrous Transcendent has been born into the human world through this war….”
Chebien’s puppet’s jaw clacked.
“Doctor, what do you plan to do… Will you press on with the Annihilation Campaign and become the variable The Legion desires…?”
“Before that, I think we need to first ascertain what kind of being Adamant Thunder has become.”
The Doctor said, looking at his wristwatch.
“Time is short, but this explanation is necessary, so I’ll proceed. Can you all see the magic Adamant Thunder is unleashing right now?”
“What do you mean… are you talking about the lightning he’s rampaging with like a madman?”
Ermont asked, staring at the fiercely rotating golden orb with a bewildered expression.
The Magic Tower, compressed and exploding with a dark blue nebula, rotating like wings, flying over the outer district’s battlefield and slaughtering survivors, resembled a majestic, elegant, and chilling angel of death.
“Look at the sky. He’s unleashing lightning and using it like a booster to fly around, isn’t he?”
“Exactly.”
The Doctor said.
“But the lightning Adamant Thunder is using now is the same Leaping Lightning he first wielded to slaughter half of The Legion.”
“Huh?”
“If he had fired the Leaping Lightning with the same output that slaughtered half of The Legion, we would all have been dead long ago.”
The Doctor explained leisurely.
“However, Adamant Thunder is now raining down Leaping Lightning with comparatively weaker output, destroying the battlefield. Why do you think that is?”
“So, there are fluctuations in his spellcraft output, then.”
Sarin tilted her head with a smile.
“But that’s a huge disparity between the high and low points… Was Adamant Thunder’s magic originally like that?”
“How could it be? The Adamant Thunder I met before was completely like a machine.”
Ermont shook his head sharply.
“There were no fluctuations in his spellcraft output, and his manipulation was perfect. More than anything, he was so adept at mind games and psychological warfare that he was impossible to counter.”
“…….”
“When we faced him at Anathema’s Temple, even Maiya struggled. Why has he become like this…? Did he pick up some strange fruit somewhere and eat it by mistake?”
“By now, everyone should understand what I’m trying to say.”
The Doctor spoke while everyone ignored Ermont, who had unwittingly hit upon the correct answer.
“Adamant Thunder is so broken that he can’t even achieve his characteristic perfect spellcraft manipulation. That’s why he’s showing such fluctuations even when using the same magic.”
“…….”
“That, in turn, means Adamant Thunder’s mental state is not just unstable, but greatly shaken.”
“You mean….”
“From here on, it’s speculation, so take it with a grain of salt.”
Leaving the speechless members, The Doctor looked up.
“I suspect Adamant Thunder has boosted his spellcraft output by fusing with his Magic Tower. To be more precise, he has assimilated his own existence infinitely close to his Domain.”
“…….”
“If Adamant Thunder himself abandoned his existence as a sentient being and used that as a Geas to fuse with his Domain, it could somewhat explain this situation. It also explains why Adamant Thunder doesn’t directly emerge from the Magic Tower yet wields such high-output spellcraft, and why his companions haven’t intervened until now.”
“Indeed… a persuasive conjecture.”
“Does that mean he’s forced to exclude his companions because he has to rampage alone?”
“The essence of a human is always based on actions, not words.”
Saying so, The Doctor turned his gaze and stared intently at Lennok.
“Don’t you think so, Victor?”
“…Perhaps.”
Lennok adjusted his obsidian mask and looked up, giving a cold laugh.
“But that’s an unpleasantly sharp conjecture.”
Drinking Ethan’s blood and consuming Jinwa’s Fruit, wielding Level 9 lightning, and a berserking Incarnation Body.
The golden Magic Tower, ruthlessly unleashing the Incarnation Body’s power in a wide-area bombardment.
The Doctor had observed the situation of the Annihilation Campaign with astonishingly keen insight, offering conjectures incredibly close to the truth.
A conclusion not only much faster than Lennok intended, but also sharper and more perceptive than he had anticipated.
The intelligence and judgment befitting the architect of the Ascension Gate Project. Even the bold intuition to grasp the essence without relying on evidence.
Indeed, he was too dangerous an opponent to accompany in such a situation.
And precisely because of that, he was a person worth joining for this Annihilation Campaign.
“Victor, speaking of which, your gauntlet was stolen from Adamant Thunder, wasn’t it?”
Ermont clapped his hands as if he’d just remembered something and turned his gaze.
“You’re practically the only spellcaster here who’s fought Adamant Thunder and not been defeated, so don’t you have some good ideas?”
“…….”
At those words, the other members’ gazes simultaneously turned to Lennok.
It was likely because the new members also recognized that the Manipulation Spellcaster, who hadn’t offered any opinions since the Annihilation Campaign began, was a more formidable Transcendent than they had imagined.
Especially the Iron Chain Dragon King, who knew Adamant Thunder directly, was showing interest in Lennok for the first time.
“You’re under a strange misconception. I joined this Annihilation Campaign precisely to find that method.”
Lennok scoffed.
“I believe I already explained why I’m here long ago.”
To acquire Level 9 lightning, the power had to be completely expended and refined.
However, instead of doing that work himself, Lennok intended to accomplish it by borrowing the strength of The Legion and various factions participating in the Annihilation Campaign.
From the moment he attended in Victor’s guise, Lennok was, in effect, also positioned to subdue the rampaging Incarnation Body.
Lennok was moving to conquer the very power of Adamant Thunder that Lennok himself had built up.
Therefore-
The Doctor rubbed his neck.
“If a conclusion has been reached, then setting a direction is not difficult. The Legion command likely thinks the same.”
“The same thought?”
“I speculate that Adamant Thunder has completely gone mad as a result of this Annihilation Campaign. If so, then what must be done is-”
[We have no choice but to separate the maddened Adamant Thunder from his Domain and confront him.]
FLASH!!
Next to The Doctor, the communication network opened, and Deimus’s somber voice resonated.
Beyond the screen, his pale face, with a system displaying rising death logs, looked up at Adamant Thunder’s Magic Tower.
[The Doctor is right. This Annihilation Campaign is a war where conquering Adamant Thunder directly leads to victory. We must cripple Adamant Thunder’s prestige to an irreparable extent.]
“…Separate Adamant Thunder from his Domain and confront him, you say?”
Ermont turned his gaze with a displeased expression.
“Through that storm of lightning?”
Flash!
ROOOOARRRRRR……!!!!!
Missiles launched at subsonic speeds were swept away by the lightning and evaporated, not even allowed to explode.
Lightning, striking down through the cloudy sky, forced countless property transformations on spacetime, altering phenomena.
It destroyed the strategic magic and spellcraft The Legion’s main forces had cast, erupting with bizarre tearing sounds.
CRACKLING!!
SCREECHING!!!
The thousands-of-meters-wide magical formations and blessings spread across the sky distorted and collapsed, centered around the golden orb.
As if the space itself were forcibly drawn by the orb’s gravity, warping and bending, the surrounding landscape grotesquely twisted and broke apart.
An overwhelming spectacle that swept away incoming spellcraft and bombardments, while conversely slaughtering The Legion’s forces entering the outer district.
In a rain of lightning that was not just one-sided but cruelly so, the golden sun elegantly rotated.
Its form, aloof and proud, had no connection whatsoever to the crude Leaping Lightning it continuously cast.
Everyone now understood how dangerous a power and entity that Magic Tower was.
[The reason for needing Pandemonium’s power in this Annihilation Campaign was not for any other reason.]
But Deimus calmly replied to Ermont’s retort.
[It is because Demonic Conflux possesses specialized forces uniquely suited for such special situations. You yourselves know this well, don’t you?]
“Deimus. You seem to be mistaken about something; I’ve never committed suicide in that manner.”
[If not anyone else, Victor, you would know.]
Deimus’s gaze shifted beyond the communication network.
[Don’t you think the situation back then, when you faced a deranged Ascendant at the Well of the Codex, is somewhat similar to now?]
“…….”
Only then did the members, understanding the meaning of Deimus’s words, turn their gazes.
[Our plan to force a war of attrition on Adamant Thunder has failed, but that doesn’t mean there are no other options. Although we didn’t know Adamant Thunder would go mad like this, The Legion command has several contingencies in place.]
“…….”
[The commanders haven’t acted yet, and high-ranking generals who survived Adamant Thunder’s bombardment remain. The war machines of each faction, though significantly degraded, haven’t completely lost their function.]
Concurrent with Deimus’s calm words, several operational reports and combat logs appeared on the system screen.
[We have traded with the cult involved in the Well operation and obtained their combat records from that time. Based on this data, we will formulate a new strategy to conquer Adamant Thunder and significantly modify our front line movements.]
[The surviving main forces will resupply firepower, and high-level Transcendent will move to attack the Magic Tower. The Legion’s war machines will lead the vanguard, drawing attention and closing the distance to approach Adamant Thunder.]
BOOOOM!!!
As soon as he finished speaking, a gigantic aerial fortress shrouded in shadows began to advance.
The Legion’s 3rd Command, Primo Alert, which had held its position since the Annihilation Campaign began, moved forward, and simultaneously, the main forces positioned themselves and advanced.
The entire front line encircling the outside of Vulcan moved forward together, beginning to narrow the battlefield.
ROOOOARRRRRRR!!!!
This was likely a measure to compress the front line and concentrate firepower as the main forces, forming the core of the Annihilation Campaign, began to move.
Indeed, the mana emanating from the colossal aerial fortress in the sky swelled enormously, beginning to envelop the entire battlefield.
A premonition that The Legion’s 3rd Command, Primo Alert, an Old World aerial battleship, was actively rotating its engines and preparing to unleash its full capabilities.
However, Lennok remained lost in thought even as Deimus’s briefing continued.
‘I understand the intention. But….’
Most of the main forces that survived Adamant Thunder’s bombardment were units stationed near each faction’s war machines.
Therefore, Deimus’s response—to use war machines as a vanguard to draw Adamant Thunder’s attention, and shift the focus to high-level Transcendent—was not a bad one.
Even Lennok was impressed by the idea of using Pandemonium as a variable, by referencing combat records from the Well, despite not being directly involved in confronting Pyeonram there.
But would Lennok’s Incarnation Body, now fused with his Magic Tower, not notice these signs?
Even if it had completely lost its intellect and gone mad, it was still an Incarnation Body that projected Lennok’s Lightning Magic.
In terms of a wizard’s intuition and combat sense, it was a Transcendent on par with Lennok himself.
Then-
“…Wait a minute.”
Suddenly, Ermont’s expression froze solid as he looked up at the sky.
“Doesn’t its form seem to have changed a little…?”
“What?”
KIIIIIING!!!!!
The form of the golden orb, wrapped in a dark blue nebula and flashing, was slightly distorted compared to before.
A bizarre shape, as if resonating faintly in place, scattering the golden radiance that formed the orb.
The other members frowned slightly at the sight.
“What is it…? It’s suddenly decomposing itself.”
“Is it trying to shed weight? If it was forcibly maintaining its weight for the initial attack….”
“No, it’s not that. All the components that originally made up the Magic Tower are….”
At that moment, The Doctor stopped speaking abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief for the first time.
“Impossible. That spellcraft is…!!”
It was one of the possibilities Lennok had acquired long ago in the Machine City, Machina.
The great journey to save the Second World. The failure and despair he faced at its end.
Here was the lingering regret of an Ascendant who had believed the God-Slayer’s answer was correct, not his own.
The will of a Transcendent, known as a proxy in war, who had sought answers through cycles of creation and destruction.
The possibility of a great failure who had only ascended his own answer in the Third World.
One who had believed in salvation until the very end, leaving only that will to Lennok and departing.
And now, finally capable of being wielded, Hermes Orokhnier’s–
Mass-Hierarchy Unique Spellcraft
Creation-Alteration Matter Shaping
[Form Transformation Initiated]
CLATTER-CLATTER-CLATTER-CLATTER-CLATTER-CLATTER!!!
Hundreds of thousands of golden, flashing components disassembled, explosively expanded, and then reassembled in real-time.
A magnificent sight as the orb’s form, hundreds of meters across, transformed, and the tower’s components were reassembled in mid-air.
A spiral drill surged from the center of the colossal orb, transforming into a slender, elongated projectile.
Golden wings, dozens of meters long, unfolded on both sides of the orb, and dark blue lightning flashed beneath them.
[Creation: Chandraka’s Dragon Knights]
[Formation: First Flight Unit, Star Lotus]
Clack, clack!!!
CRACK-BOOM-CRACK-BOOM-CRACK-BOOM!!!!
An extremely precise and elegant form transformation, as the entire Magic Tower, which had maintained an orb shape, dynamically unfolded.
It was only when Deimus realized that this form, optimized solely for flying through the sky, resembled The Legion’s fighter jets, that it happened.
The colossal golden flying machine, hundreds of meters long, violently pulsed in place, emitting an eerie engine sound.
Only then did astonished screams erupt from the various factions as they realized the true capabilities of Adamant Thunder’s Magic Tower.
“He transformed the tower’s shape, completely remodeling it…!!!”
“Was Adamant Thunder’s Magic Tower not just capable of spellcraft amplification?”
“Impossible. Such a massive lump of matter, so easily…!!!!”
“He’s completely ignoring the laws of physics. Is he really a god?!”
Adamant Thunder’s Magic Tower was a metal structure nearly hundreds of meters in size, comparable to The Legion’s 3rd Command, Primo Alert.
It was one of the largest objects on this battlefield, and its weight, even at the lowest estimate, reached tens of thousands of tons.
To be able to float such a massive weapon in mid-air and reassemble hundreds of thousands of components in real-time to change its form?
No matter how vast the mana and will-thought, such a thing should be impossible.
Unless it was Transcendent Spellcraft that could directly manipulate and transform mass itself, then-
WHOOOOSH!!!!
The dozens of meters-long wings trembled, flipping the fighter jet’s fuselage in place.
The moment the golden flying machine, suspended in mid-air without any propellant, rotated in place and unleashed dark blue lightning.
The golden fighter jet, using the overlaid incantations of Leaping Lightning as boosters, vanished from its spot.
WHOOSH!!
“……!!!!”
Dark blue lightning streaked across the horizon of the undeveloped district, where the veil of death had fallen, and disappeared.
The golden flash accelerated, traversing the plains between the outer district and the satellite city at incredible speed.
It breached The Legion’s airspace with ease, traversing spacetime to reach the front of the 3rd Command.
The colossal golden fighter jet, at immense speed, pierced straight through The Legion’s 3rd Command.
THUUUMMMMPPPPPP!!!!!
“No…!!!”
A gigantic black pyramid, impaled and pierced by the dazzling golden craft.
No one could properly react to the utterly impossible sight unfolding before their eyes.
A scene that shattered The Legion command’s plan to attack Adamant Thunder with war machines before it even began.
With pale, rigid expressions, before they could even utter their incomplete death cries or scream.
The 3rd Command, Primo Alert, the head of this Annihilation Campaign, began to collapse disastrously.
CRASHHHHHHH!!!!