The Collector is Caught

"Hahaha, exhilarating! Corvus Corax, move it! Don't you see there's no one left nearby?"

Angron, piloting the Victory Raven, let out a wild, manic laugh. Being able to use his good brother as a heroic bomber was truly peak entertainment—ten thousand times more satisfying than mindlessly hacking and slashing on the ground.

Not to mention, before they set off, Hogg had given him a dimensional pocket stuffed with micro-nukes. As long as his hands were fast enough, he had infinite firepower.

Using the retractable steel cables, Angron could control the big brother dangling beneath the fighter, spinning him back and forth like a giant chainsaw to repeatedly tear through the Necrons.

"BOOM!"

The Necron forces, pelted by nuclear fire, were in agony. Even with the durability of Living Metal, they couldn't withstand the impact of nuclear flames and were forced to scatter in retreat.

Facing such a thin-skinned fighter, the Necrons, equipped with powerful anti-air batteries, should have been fearless. But the despairing reality was that Hogg, acting as the chainsaw, perfectly countered them. Every time their cannons aimed at the sky, crimson electrical arcs would erupt from the weapons; if they were lucky, they missed, and if they were unlucky, the barrels would explode on the spot.

Since anti-air fire was useless, Lainster thought about deploying fighters to try his luck, but the problem was that some Necron fighters couldn't even catch up to it. In the end, they were either blasted out of the sky by the pitch-black coal balls thrown by Curze or shot down by other human fighters.

Much like the ground battle, the space warfare in orbit wasn't looking good either. Although the Necrons had powerful armaments, they couldn't overcome the sheer numbers of the Imperium's fleet. The fact that they hadn't been defeated after