Twenty minutes later, the Viceroy and his party left the great Pyramid. The instant they stepped out of the shade, waves of heat rolled toward them from the surrounding land. They stared in astonishment at the desolation before them. The terrain had been completely transformed, and now, covered in cooling magma and rolling flames, it showed them what a World-Forger Weapon truly was.
In just a few minutes of devastation, Taeshalach had completely altered the surface characteristics of over 40% of a planet. That was almost equivalent to more than 30% of an entire fleet's broadside firepower.
"That's just ridiculous!"
Major Baslon held his assault rifle and let out a low exclamation as he surveyed the terrifying sight before him.
Colonel Kelman, standing beside him, was still caught up in the stunning experience from earlier. Although he knew that the Federation was currently developing technology and mystical power in tandem, actually seeing the gods had, frankly, given this outstanding soldier an unimaginable shock. That fleeting glimpse of Dick in particular, that terrifying experience of his very soul trembling as though it would collapse from within, had practically rewritten his worldview within minutes.
Gleis, carrying a wooden box on his back, was in a good mood. Holding his battle-axe, he explained to the astonished Major,
"In the current model of interstellar warfare, individual martial strength can no longer stop collective power. That can be considered progress. But two thousand years ago, or even further back, wars-even interstellar wars-depended on the personal abilities of commanders."
The Orc strode out of the Pyramid's shadow and continued fluently,
"So that era produced many powerful beings we can scarcely imagine today. Lord Uther, the 'Necromancer Sovereign' among the spirits, for example, as well as the Nightwatcher's Burning Legion, currently guarding the fourteen southern star domains,