Not long after a certain troublesome little girl, the head of state, piloted her other Viking fighter—painted a different color—into the sinkhole and forcibly rescued them, the furious Warp Daemons still hadn't realized their position had been exposed and that they had no choice but to charge out under the command of one of their leaders when the base's fusion strike arrived right on time.
Vrrrrrr—!!!
Almost instantly, before the Warp Daemons could react, a blazing white sphere slowly rose in the east, like a shining star, above the vast stretch of primeval forest.
Amid the howling gale and torrential rain, that blinding white light even illuminated the ruins of Guixu City, where reconstruction was still underway and scattered fighting continued. Countless bewildered survivors and soldiers sheltering from the storm inside various buildings were left gaping in shock.
The survivors and soldiers quickly realized that the base had launched yet another fusion strike against the Warp Daemons. Even so, the appearance of that terrifying ball of light was like Judgment Day itself, filling everyone in Guixu City with deep fear and awe as they faced such absolute, world-shattering power.
But soon!
The blazing white sphere gradually turned red. Its dazzling light began to draw inward, becoming a fiery red mass like a volcano on the verge of erupting. Countless bolts of lightning began to coil and twist around it, as though ready to lash it furiously and set it off.
Whoosh—!
Whoosh—!!
At that moment, two aircraft appeared in the sky not far from the center of the blast, emerging from the fading glare.
One was a silver Viking fighter bearing the number "000." Its metal hull gleamed in the fireball's light, making it look both beautiful and imposing. The other was a standard Medivac. Only after the glare faded