Dirty Fireworks!

If this were within the Imperium's territory, Alvin, with his limited authority, would not have the right to use a weapon of annihilation at the level of an "Extermination Order."

Unfortunately, this is the Black Zone.

It is the edge of the Astronomican, beyond the reach of starlight, a place that even the will of the Emperor cannot cover, let alone the Vought.

"Your Excellency Inquisitor Aldrich, thank you for your hard work." Alvin smiled slightly at Aldrich on the projection screen in the bridge command room, "I, Alvin Valshius, in the name of the Rogue Trader, and in the name of the Emperor, request that you grant my request and sign the Extermination Order for planet CV-7721."

"Your His Highness Alvin, I need to confirm with you again whether we should deploy Atmosphere Incineration Torpedo on planet CV-7721?" Aldrich asked with a deep gaze and a solemn tone.

The signing and use of Extermination Order require the confirmation and guarantee of Inquisitor each time, and even in the Black Zone, detailed records are kept.

Once returned to the Imperium, it must be handed over to the Vought, which is to prevent Inquisitor from abusing their power!

"Confirm."

Alvin's cold voice came through the communicator, and it was officially recorded in the Servitor Skull's data.

"M42.002, Black Zone, Valshius Family, Sir Alvin Valshius, officially signed the Extermination Order against CV-

"Planet 7721, execute the Extermination Order." Aldrich repeated the order, then devoutly assumed a prayer posture, reciting the Emperor's words.

A moment later, he took a rusty key from around his neck and inserted it into the control panel in front of him.

Click.

The key slid perfectly into the lock, and with a slight turn of his wrist, Aldrich turned his gaze to the window.

Gazing at that pink planet.

"Execution confirmed— Extermination Order."

A chilling glint flashed in the Inquisitor's mechanical Cybernetic eye: "May the Emperor forgive our souls."

The Blazing Crescent Blade Class corvette, like a giant island in the vast starry sky, entered its designated orbit.

The bridge suddenly fell into absolute silence; even the circulating fans stopped humming. The moment Aldrich gave the order, all the navy personnel and sailors on the frigate began to work busily.

Amidst the loud chanting and blessings of the Tech-Priest, the massive projectiles were pushed into the warship's launch bay by the combined efforts of the sailors.

"For the Emperor!"

"In the name of the glory of the Gothic Fleet!"

Amidst the shouts of the naval forces, the light symbolizing the launch button on the control panel in front of Aldrich was illuminated from its dim state.

"Planet CV-7721, atmospheric composition meets critical values." The Tech-Priest's distinctive, metallic, gear-grinding voice rang out. "Bioactive spores are normal; immediate release recommended."

"Execution Record of Extermination Order, M42.002.8, Confirmed Execution, Signed by: Aldrich von Braun, Authorized by: Alvin Valshius!"

After completing the above routine tasks and ensuring the Servitor Skull accurately recorded the data, Aldrich, with a relaxed mood, pressed the button on the control panel that was lit up with a red light.

Nervous? Reluctant?

No, no, no, such sentiment would never appear in an experienced Inquisitor. His mercy is not so cheap, and he would certainly not extend it to a creature that is not even a normal "being".

Extermination Order, you get used to them after signing them so many times.

Then, Aldrich, holding a glass of Amasec, gazed at the planet through the porthole, admiring the spectacular scene that was about to unfold.

This is quite a rare, easy, and pleasant Extermination Order!

Rumble!

With a violent tremor, the mechanical shaft rotated, and the hydraulic gate of the torpedo compartment opened!

The Tech-Priest chanted loudly, offering their humble blessings to the miracles of the holy Machine God, Omnissiah.

The next moment.

Eight steel projectiles, engraved with skull symbols and resembling giant silver eggs, slowly slid out of the launch track.

Within its ceramic-like outer shell lies a high concentration of Promethium, firmly locked inside by the dark golden runes, awaiting its eruption.

When the first Atmosphere Incineration Torpedo broke through near-Earth orbit, its piercing shriek tore through the sky, causing the pink sea to surge with restless waves.

The Cocoon of Myriad Machines gazed up at the starry sky, its consciousness filled with nameless fear. It recognized that thing!

In the memories of the Tech-Priest it devoured, that thing was a terrifying weapon called the "Atmosphere Incineration Torpedo."

It's a weapon capable of destroying an entire planet!

Even now, it still doesn't understand!

Why?

What exactly did they do wrong? Aren't humans supposed to be greedy and foolish? This planet contains such abundant resources, don't these people want them?

But its thoughts were quickly interrupted.

The ionosphere of planet CV-7721 suddenly glowed with an eerie phosphorescence, as if the entire ozone layer of the planet had turned into a mirror about to shatter, like broken glass reflecting the broken blood-red sunset!

This scene is absolutely beautiful!

Unfortunately, it was a sign of impending destruction.

It had no time to ponder, nor any inclination to appreciate. The torpedo, crashing into the clouds, suddenly disintegrated, releasing tens of thousands of Nanite Spores that scattered like dandelion seeds, covering the entire atmosphere. These "seeds," carrying a destructive intent, unleashed immeasurable and terrifying power under the influence of a catalyst, mixing the Promethium with the Nanite Spores...

It completely ignited the entire atmosphere!

Boom!!!

The intense and dazzling flames, like a spark falling into a dry haystack, instantly transformed the entire sky into a magnificent sea of fire!

Nitrogen and oxygen molecules in the atmosphere are being devoured at an alarming rate!

The sea of clouds was churning violently, the pressure was rising sharply, the temperature instantly reached three thousand degrees Celsius, and the storm was raging and thundering!

Soon, the planet's surface began to shimmer!

At first, there were scattered orange spots of light, but in the blink of an eye, they connected to form a burning spider web, spreading to the entire surface of the planet. The intense heat caused the oceans to boil, causing indescribable pain. It swept through the collective consciousness of the "Cocoon of Myriad Machines," and it could feel every inch of its body and every drop of seawater being evaporated!

The atmosphere had now become a giant concave-convex mirror, focusing the terrifying heat into billions of angry spears hurled by the Emperor, carrying waves of intense heat, descending from above like the wrath of the heavens!

An eerie resonance came from the monitor.

That's the howling of the ionosphere; the entire planet's atmosphere is collapsing, like a giant vortex, which, from space, looks like a death eye!

Hurricanes, carrying plasma flames, greedily and frantically lick the earth's crust; the steam waves from the boiling ocean evaporating intertwine with the thick smoke from erupting magma!

It regretted it.

Its countless consciousnesses and its proudly enormous body were rendered utterly vulnerable by the destructive weapons of humanity. Only now, in a daze, did it come to understand the terrifying nature of the human race.

This is an extremely warlike race!

"Hmph, what a filthy firework."

Sitting in the bridge command room, Alvin took a sip of Amasec and then said with a hint of emotion.

"???""

Winnie tilted her head, her face full of question marks, "Extermination Order —there's something that isn't dirty?"

"Woolen cloth..."

Alvin was speechless with emotion.

How can he explain that he was just making a joke?