He charged straight into the fortress, his storm staff unleashing endless thunderbolts. Every Gretchin, every weapon, every defensive installation was burned to cinders in the raging current.
In just ten minutes, more than half of the hundred and twenty fortress platforms had been destroyed.
Ghazghk stood on one of the last few fortresses still holding out. Watching those two figures wreak havoc like natural disasters, he finally gave a bitter smile.
"Ah, just as I thought... real bosses like them ain't something little Gretchin like us can handle."
He took a deep breath and pressed his communicator.
"Sharpfang, my job's done. Your turn now."
"Understood." Sharpfang's steady voice came through the communicator. "You fought well, brother. Leave the rest to me."
Ghazghk grinned, then turned to the Gretchin around him.
"Lads! We're done for, but before we die, let's give those skullheads one more surprise!"
"Activate Ghazghk's Super Firework!"
Every surviving fortress platform activated its self-destruct sequence at once.
But this was no ordinary self-destruction. Ghazghk had packed each fortress's core with T'au fusion explosives, Ork Squig explosives, and his own invention, the "Super-Unstable Energy Core."
"Skullhead bosses! Have a taste of Ghazghk's final masterpiece!"
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM-!!!
Dozens of fortresses exploded at once, releasing enough energy to light up almost half the planet's orbit!
The blast waves swept through every nearby Necron warship. Even Szarekh and Imotekh had to fall back for the moment.
When the light faded, the orbit was a sea of wreckage.
Though the main force of the Necron fleet remained intact, it had lost nearly a quarter of its ships.
Szarekh gazed silently at the wreckage. Something almost imperceptible flickered in his eyes... respect?
No, it was not respect. Merely a faint acknowledgment of the fact that they had actually forced him to act