Shells carried by supersonic oblique-detonation engines.
They screamed piercingly through the sky.
Falling from above toward the ground.
A distant Ork boy listened to the shrill blasts and watched the missiles vanish overhead. The next second, a signal of danger rang in his mind.
By the time he came to his senses.
The missiles in the sky had already struck the ground.
The shells fell from the sky like rain.
In an extremely short time, they covered more than half the fissures of the Necron Dynasty.
Massive explosions and thunderous roars.
To the Oukekaosi Dynasty, it was like someone dancing on their graves in the middle of the night.
The gravitational waves produced by some kind of dark matter bomb could even penetrate spatial dimensions and travel down into their slumbering tombs.
"!!!"
Oukekaosi's face was nothing but bone, devoid of expression. No one could understand what he was thinking.
But the staff clenched in his hand revealed the intense rage rising within him.
This powerful emotion born of data even, in a sense, made him seem to possess a soul for a brief moment.
Oukekaosi stepped down from his throne of supreme authority.
His gaze was deep, as though it could pierce through dimensions and space beyond the green glow of Necron energy and see those people in outer space dumping trash onto this planet.
Those people were utterly insane, bombing every inch of land.
Yet they were not doing it to defeat the Orks that had appeared.
They were deliberately creating an unbearable amount of chaos on this planet.
Those damned things had gone too far.
I retreated step by step, and all I received was your ever-growing arrogance.
He looked toward the battlefield outside.
Powerful sonic weapons, high-intensity lance strikes, antimatter weapons whose gravitational waves could shake