The Reincarnators, eager to stir up even more trouble, started taking bets in the public channel.
"Bets are open! I bet Fu Haoran won't last half an hour!"
"The boss has numbers on his side, plus the planetary will's blessing. I'm putting 1,000 Universal Points on Fu Haoran losing!"
"All in, 2,000! A chance to make a killing waits for no one!"
But the betting pool didn't even last five minutes before blood-red system announcements flooded the screen and pinned themselves to the top.
[Announcement: World boss Jake Sully has been slain.] [Announcement: All members of the main Troll tribe have been eliminated.] [Announcement: The planetary will's intimidation has temporarily subsided.]
The entire channel fell silent for three seconds, then exploded.
"??? I just went all in, and now you're telling me it's over?!"
"Five minutes! The whole fight lasted five minutes! There goes my marriage fund!"
"What a sneaky bastard! He deliberately exposed his mech's weakness to bait us, didn't he? Can't play fair, huh?!"
"I hadn't even finished my snack, and the battle's over?"
"Where's Jack? Wasn't Jack riding a dragon? Where's the dragon?"
"What about the shamans? Weren't they supposed to summon lightning? Where's the lightning?"
The other battlefields were just as one-sided.
Eighty-two Astartes Neophytes in improved knockoff MK X Power Armour steadily cleared out the remaining Trolls.
The Trolls were individually powerful, comparable to Orks, but even Orks without firearms would still be utterly outclassed by Space Marines.
The Trolls' bone spears couldn't leave so much as a faint mark on the plasteel armour.
Thunderhawk autocannons shredded the Hornbeast herds into heaps of mangled corpses, while air-to-air missiles blasted the Pterosaur flocks until they didn't dare show themselves.
Every shot from a Bolter burst another Troll's head.
There were no roars, no chaos,