The ground trembled faintly.
No one knew whether the vibrations were caused by the sheer number of Kroot, or whether the world itself was truly shaking.
But they could feel something even more terrifying, as though it were about to burrow out from somewhere.
In the sky.
A flash of light appeared.
The three-eyed abhumans, gifted with powerful psychic abilities, were the first to sense a certain danger.
They raised their heads and looked toward the sky.
They watched something fall, like a faint glimmer dropping from the eye of the universe, or a crystalline tear shed by the crying heavens.
One drop, then another, then another.
They fell from orbit.
Reflecting the starlight and trailing a faint glow behind them, they were beautiful.
At that moment, it was as though the sky were weeping.
Zephram had only one arm and one leg left, yet there were still large numbers of Kroot before him who had failed to escape. Both sides caught the scent of danger.
Even the Kroot could no longer be bothered to make trouble for Zephram.
Instead, they frantically searched for cover.
"That is..."
"Orbital bombardment!"
"I've never seen that kind of falling weapon before, but judging by the fleeing Stinger Bees and Kroot, they must know they've already been abandoned." Cyrus looked outside. A figure was walking toward them from beyond the doorway. "Governor."
"The Governor?"
"The light on him..."
"Could he really be the Emperor's Champion?"
"Even within a Chapter, Champions are only legends. Yet the Emperor's radiance has appeared on a mortal??? What accomplishments does he have?"
Amid the shock of the three White Temple Space Marines, Cisrain removed his helmet.
The Emperor is too stingy. He only sends a few Space Marines every time, leaving me short-handed.
"Good work."
"You have restarted the