The colossal sword before them stretched dozens of meters. One sweep would destroy dozens of Marine Armor squads, and if Farting swung it a few more times, hardly any of the ten thousand Marine Armors would be left when the war ended.
General James immediately contacted Belonk aboard the Great Ape King through their Soul Link.
As supreme commander of this war, General James had the authority to issue orders to any Undead Empire combat unit near the battlefield whenever he deemed it necessary.
"Take care of that unforeseen factor." General James's order was simple.
Belonk, aboard the Great Ape King, carried it out without hesitation.
The next instant, boom! The same secondary cannon as before locked onto Farting and fired a beam of light.
Much like when it had intercepted the Troll Lord, the beam fell from the sky and struck the dozens-of-meters-long sword Farting had conjured with unerring accuracy.
Boom! The sword shattered on the spot. Farting screamed and was hurled backward by a tremendous force, smashing into and killing more than a dozen heavily armored soldiers behind him. As though struck by a cannonball, they were left in a grisly heap of severed limbs.
Farting alone survived, though he spat blood. His face filled with shock as he stared up at the sky, dumbfounded.
That beam had only come from one of the Great Ape King's secondary cannons, but the gulf between High Calamity Rank and High-Level Legendary was as vast as heaven and earth. If General James had not specifically told Belonk to avoid firing directly at Farting himself, that single shot could have killed him.
"Impossible! What was that?" Farting muttered, staring at the sky in disbelief. He could not see the invisible Great Ape King, yet he sensed a behemoth there, like a crouching