The moment the final circuit connected, the fury that had brewed within the furnace core throughout that long journey, along with the sorrow of returning to the battlefield after seventy years of waiting, surged with Source Matter and ignited into such dazzling radiance.
The primary engine assembly, auxiliary engine assembly, third engine assembly... even all the power aboard the ship was diverted into the massive gun barrel, scorching the damaged main cannon crimson.
The sound of boiling tides echoed through the narrow chamber until, at last, it became a roar that shook heaven and earth.
The light of wrath, condensed into substance, lunged at the Workshop Master, breaking through and tearing apart layers of shields before instantly swallowing that face.
The next instant, it burned, melted, pierced through, and burrowed into the fortress like a burst dam, rapidly spreading through warehouses, production lines, keels, bulkheads, narrow corridors, even lavish halls and offices... Everything was set ablaze within the light.
At last, it burst through the wall behind the workshop like a thrusting blade, dyed a shrill crimson.
It shot toward the Sky Dome.
A narrow beam actually pierced through three depths, forming a fleeting flash within the dim abyss.
Only then did a shattering sound like a scream spread outward.
That torn and melted face widened its eyes and struggled desperately, dozens of arms and legs continuously stomping on the Solar Ship.
It seemed to still be cursing something in some infernal dialect, but the voice was too muffled and trembling for anyone to make out.
No matter how the enemy struggled or attacked, the Red Dragon bit down on the fortress before it and never let go.
Like a rabid dog on its last breath.
Its eyes were blood-red.
When the Workshop Master called out toward the distance behind