The Fel Death Star Cannon sounded very science-fictional, but its operating principle was not particularly complicated.
To burn a planet's surface into glass, all it took was raising the energy output high enough.
Fel, which could be obtained in vast quantities by polluting the environment, was well suited to powering an enormously powerful energy cannon.
The Fel Hammer stood upright on the ground, and part of its function was actually planetary defense.
The Fel Death Star Cannon at its bow was well suited to defending against invaders from outer space.
Enemy warships that finally made it through the asteroid belt would be blasted to pieces by a single shot from the Fel Death Star Cannon.
Unfortunately, the enemies invading this time had employed the Burning Legion's signature tactic.
First, teleport a small elite force into the field, then go straight for the leadership.
Every demon leader of any renown on Mardum, and even the middle- and lower-ranking commanders with any strength to speak of, had already been slaughtered by Ulthalesh.
Without leaders to command them, the remaining demons were nothing but a disorganized mob, despite their enormous numbers.
Xal'atath, hunting everywhere outside, was already enough of a headache for those scattered stragglers!
Looking at the Dreadlord's head that Ulthalesh had placed on the ground, Herad nodded in satisfaction.
Being able to hunt down Dreadlords at the logistics base of Mardum was definitely an unexpected bonus!
"Very good. Continue your hunt!"
Ulthalesh showed no reaction to Herad's praise.
Its self-awareness was already on the verge of collapse, and its intelligence had suffered a devastating blow. Praise meant nothing to it.
Otherwise, Ulthalesh would certainly have been grief-stricken at having killed its own kind.
Although it disagreed with these Dreadlords' ideals.
Whatever differences there were between their ideals, however, they were all