"Beep beep beep—"
Shrill, urgent alarms rang through the cockpits of the Imperium's transport ships and fighter craft, seeming to pierce everyone's eardrums.
The pilots stared wide-eyed at the combat displays before them, where countless red dots flashed like stars.
Every red dot represented a lethal missile or a massive shell of astonishing power. Like a pack of hungry wolves baring their fangs and claws, they pounced upon the transport ships and fighters.
Once struck by those savage attacks, whether it was a heavily armored transport ship or a nimble fighter, it would be reduced to scrap metal in an instant.
"Dense incoming fire! Evade, now!"
The co-pilot's face was filled with terror, his voice hoarse with extreme tension. Gripping the armrest tightly, he shouted at the pilot.
"I'm already on it."
Cold sweat streamed down the pilot's forehead as his hands flew over the controls, doing everything he could to steer the transport ship or fighter left and right to evade.
Though panic gripped his heart, he remained calm, methodically dealing with the overwhelming barrage.
A deafening explosion rang out. "Rumble—" A massive burst of flame suddenly blossomed in the sky, like a dazzling firework steeped in death.
It was a transport ship that had been unlucky enough to take a missile hit. In an instant, the entire vessel was blown to pieces. The more than a thousand Astra Militarum soldiers aboard did not even have time to scream before they were swallowed by roaring flames alongside the enormous transport ship.
Blazing fireballs bloomed one after another in the sky, illuminating the entire heavens as though the end of the world had arrived.
Every massive explosion marked a transport ship or fighter being hit. One transport after another, one fighter after another, was struck and destroyed beneath the dense