A month passed before anyone knew it.
Especially while busy campaigning against the evil forces of the Void, there never seemed to be enough time.
Following the coordinates provided by the Ethereals, Herad struck at planets corrupted by the forces of the Void.
First, he approached a Void Planet and subjected its surface to orbital bombardment.
If no Void Lord emerged to back it up, he began the now-familiar process of planetary reshaping.
The Void Lords were dark by nature, sneaky schemers who liked stirring up trouble from the shadows.
Besides, Dimensius had already taken a shot earlier.
That shot had not done much damage.
But the threat it posed could hardly be considered small.
If he had really chosen to take it head-on then, he might have been blasted to death!
Knowing their lives would be in danger, the other Void Lords certainly would not show themselves.
Wasn't it better to just stay behind the scenes and pull the strings?
While purging the Void Planets, Herad witnessed just how terrifying fully developed Old Gods were.
When an Old God reached the peak of its development on a planet, it would devour every last bit of biomass on that world.
However, Old Gods did not evolve into colossal beasts capable of crossing the stars like the alien swarms in science fiction movies.
Instead, an Old God would become a behemoth whose tentacles covered the entire planet.
At this stage, an Old God would be much stronger than Argus the Unmaker.
It was already approaching a state of immortality and indestructibility.
A blast from the Obsidian Warship's main cannon could only blow off one of its tentacles.
Or tear a huge gash in its body.
Fueled by its immense vitality, the wound would rapidly heal.
By the time the second shot