Chapter 812

Pedro stood before the porthole in awe, gazing at the scene below orbit.

He had seen planets covered in glaciers, and planets covered in vast forests and oceans. Of course, there were also Death Planets and Hive Cities where the environment was so harsh that no so-called "nature" could ever arise.

But the planet below orbit was none of those.

Orange-yellow liquid was boiling across the planet's surface, expanding at terrifying speed. The tides of green and gray were vanishing bit by bit under its encirclement, like melting ice, or a corpse being devoured by a swarm of greedy scavengers.

There was no resistance, nothing else at all, only an orange ocean gradually settling into calm. Pedro stood before the porthole, with only the faint hum of the Glyph Array running in his ears.

Standing here, he could not hear a single sound from that planet, but he could imagine the Orcs' screams, mixed with confusion and terror, and the creaking of Tyranid limbs gradually breaking down under the effect of the Flesh Curse.

A surge of pleasure rose in his heart.

Then came fear.

What kind of power was this?

Unlike Exterminatus, the Flesh Curse would not descend from orbit in firelight and trigger violent explosions.

Nor was it as grand and thunderous as a full salvo from a naval patrol fleet.

The Flesh Curse was a quiet power. It entered the atmosphere without a sound and acted directly on its targets—then brought complete, incomprehensible destruction.

And the Glyph Array had even monitored everything.

Fifteen minutes after it was created by the Glyph Array, this composite Flesh Curse was deployed from orbit.

Three minutes after entering the atmosphere, the first Orc and the first Tyranid were infected by it.

Thirty seconds later, their bodies turned into a puddle of