The souls of the living beings from the 999 worlds Rokasna had toyed with formed a massive nine-sided mirror. The souls of ignorant victims, deceived and bound within, floated across its surface in agony.
Gork's Tears struck the mirror. The furious power of Waaagh! and the suffering power of souls annihilated each other, producing an endless chorus of painful wails.
"Something's wrong. This doesn't seem to be a Disintegration Entropy Cannon... A new weapon?" Trazyn watched the effects of the green beam and felt that something was off. The power of a Disintegration Entropy Cannon could never be blocked with Warp sorcery and a few trillion weak souls.
Besides, Disintegration Entropy Cannons had never shouted something as ridiculous as Waaagh! before...
As Gork's Tears faded, the mirror that had blocked the attack became transparent and fragile. Rokasna felt as though his heart were bleeding. Those precious souls and his graduation project had been wasted on a powerful Ork laser cannon. If he had traded them to those Slaanesh idiots, it would have been enough to let him dance at the Big Bird Spin Spin Spin Bar for 810 years...
The turbo cannon fired again. The searing solar laser struck Gork's Big Head's repulsion shield, overloading part of it into a dangerous red. Yet its emitters continuously absorbed the energy, endlessly restoring the repulsion shield on the verge of collapse.
Manipulating magnetism, he created a massive ball of metal scrap and hurled it forward, placing even greater pressure on the repulsion shield.
"Ugh! You black-hearted bastard! You really do have some tricks!" Inside the overworked machine, Loba adjusted the pressure and energy flow in every section, keeping the repulsion shield forever at the very edge of its limits.
Those thick, stubby fingers, like carrots, made it hard to imagine that they