This time, however, the sorcerers had grown much smarter. Their ritual circles were built on different planets, with only one sorcerer presiding over each.
The advantage was that even if Boss Slick traced the power back to its source, he could not wipe out so many sorcerers at once.
Destroying one or two ritual circles would barely weaken the Warp Storm. Boss Slick's Ship would still be delayed, and one careless move could leave it lost in the Warp.
"Crafty bastards," Boss Slick grumbled. Before the Octaria Campaign, he really would have had no answer to this kind of decentralized joint spellcasting.
Now, almost all the Greenskins in the Octarius Sector believed Boss Slick was invincible. His power had risen to new heights, and he could work miracles.
Without a major battle in the Warp, the Waaagh! Field lacked sufficient energy for Boss Slick to unleash a straight punch that could destroy two hundred thousand Tyranid Fleets. But he could still give a Warp Storm a good shake.
The green Waaagh! Field enveloping Boss Slick's Ship took the shape of a giant Ork. As the green giant roared, Boss Slick threw an ordinary punch.
Green energy slammed into the surface of the Warp Storm, scattering much of its violent turbulence and exposing the eye within.
On the bridge, Boss Copperhead pressed the firing button at Boss Slick's command.
The C'tan Shard Cannon, already primed, fired a beam of destruction that struck the eye of the storm dead on.
Its name made the C'tan Shard Cannon sound as though it had been designed to shatter C'tan, but it had actually been built to defeat all gods. Even unscientific beings of psychic power were vulnerable to it.
When the C'tan Shard Cannon struck the storm's eye, an immense surge of power rippled