Inside the command center beneath Cauldron City.
Ragnar was sitting on a stone stool, eating large mouthfuls of mung bean jelly, trying to calm himself down.
Although Toothy's plan gave him hope of victory, seeing the Cauldron City and mushroom field he had painstakingly built destroyed still caused him immense pain, like being cut by a knife.
That was his family fortune, which he had painstakingly built up over two years!
In just half an hour, almost everything was gone.
Thinking of this, Ragnar's eyes reddened again, and large tears rolled down his face, hitting the ground with a "plop plop" sound.
The Warboss around him also lowered their heads and remained silent.
Their hearts were as heavy as Ragnar's.
What was destroyed was not just buildings and farmland, but their "homeland".
"Damn shrimp," Ragnar gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.
"I will make you pay for your crimes in blood! I'll throw you all into a big pot and stew you like simmered meat! I will..."
Before he could finish speaking, the entire underground command center suddenly began to shake violently again.
This time, the shaking was more intense than ever before.
Large chunks of rock fell from above, crashing to the ground with deafening noise.
Huge cracks appeared in the wall, and murky groundwater gushed out from them.
"What's going on?!" Ragnar suddenly stood up, looking around in horror.
"It's a bunker-buster missile!" shouted one of the Mekboy young men, recognizing the missile's model.
"They've launched a bunker-buster missile! Get cover!"
Before the words were even finished, a deafening roar erupted nearby.
A terrifying shockwave swept in like a tsunami, instantly overturning the entire underground command center.
Ragnar's massive body was thrown out like a leaf, crashing heavily into the rock wall behind him.
He was buried under countless pebbles and mud.
Toothy reacted extremely quickly; the instant the explosion occurred, she dove headfirst into a large iron pot used for stewing stew.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A series of explosions echoed underground.
One Mole missile after another exploded at different depths, causing the entire crust of Dorito to tremble.
Countless underground fortifications were destroyed, and countless Orks hiding underground were buried alive under the ruins.
The bunker-buster missile attack lasted only three minutes.
When everything finally calmed down, the underground command center had been reduced to ruins.
Everywhere there were collapsed rocks and melted steel bars, and the air was thick with dust and the smell of blood.
After a long while, the pile of rubble suddenly moved.
Ragnar crawled out of the ruins.
At this moment, he was in an extremely disheveled state.
His skin was charred black, covered in wounds, from which green blood flowed continuously.
One of his arms was blown off, and the giant mouth on his stomach was ripped open by rubble, spilling its contents onto the ground.
His originally towering, four-meter-tall frame now appeared to have shrunk considerably.
"Cough cough..." Ragnar coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood mixed with gravel.
He looked around at the chaotic underground command center, and at his personal guards and Warboss buried under the rubble. An indescribable sense of grievance welled up in his heart.
He had never been so humiliated in his entire life.
Never!
He's always the one beating others up; when has he ever been beaten so badly?
His home was destroyed, his men suffered heavy casualties, and he himself was nearly killed in the explosion.
Thinking of this, Ragnar could no longer hold back. He sat on the ground and burst into tears like a child.
"My Cauldron City, my mushroom field, my braised pork..."
"Damn you shrimps, I'm not finished with you!"
Just then, a large iron pot next to them suddenly overturned with a loud crash.
Toothy climbed out of the pot.
He was covered in stew sauce and had a few mushrooms clinging to his hair, but otherwise he was completely unharmed.
He dusted himself off, walked over to Ragnar, and looked at the weeping Ragnar, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
But soon, that emotion vanished, replaced by his usual calm.
"Boss, don't cry," Toothy said softly. "The war isn't over yet."
"Although we suffered heavy losses, our main force is still intact, our billions of dollars are still there, and our foundation remains."
"Besides, the shrimp won't be smug for long. The Red Raven fleet should be almost at the Carl II by now."
"It won't be long before we cut off their escape route and trap them all here."
"Then we will be able to repay them tenfold for all the suffering they have endured today!"
Ragnar raised his head, looking at Toothy through teary eyes.
Looking into Toothy's determined eyes, the sadness and grievances in his heart gradually transformed into a raging fire.
That's right, the war is not over yet.
He also has countless sons.
He still has a chance for revenge.
Ragnar suddenly stood up and wiped away the tears on his face with his only remaining hand.
His eyes turned fierce again, and the Waaagh Field around him began to surge once more.
"You're right, Toothy." Ragnar's voice was hoarse but filled with murderous intent. "The war isn't over yet."
"I'll show those shrimps what happens when they anger Ragnar!"
"I want them to stay in Dorito forever, to serve as fertilizer for my mushroom fields!"
Meanwhile, above Duolidi.
"Reporting, sir, the final wave of bunker-buster missiles has been launched, and all designated targets have been hit!"
"Very good!" Dominic nodded in satisfaction.
"Order all warships to immediately turn around and return to the Carl II!"
"Yes, sir!"
The Imperial Fleet quickly changed course, preparing to withdraw.
All the officers breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with the joy of victory.
The bombing mission was completed very successfully.
They not only destroyed most of the Orks ' surface buildings, but also inflicted huge casualties on the Orks underground using bunker-buster missiles.
According to the Tech-Priest's initial estimate, the bombing killed at least 500 million Orks, including a large number of Mekboy and Warboss.
This is definitely a major blow to Dorito's Orks.
A few more bombing raids like this will completely weaken the Orks, making it much Dorito to land on Dorido.
But just as the Imperial Fleet changed course and prepared to leave Dorito's orbit, the probes ahead suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.
"Warning! Warning! A large number of warships, approximately 150 in number, have been detected and are rapidly approaching from the front!"
"Hmph, a rabble!" Dominic's face darkened as he approached the holographic star map.
On the holographic star map, countless red dots appeared before them.
These points of light were no longer scattered as before, but formed a tight encirclement, completely blocking the Imperial Fleet's path.
Moreover, numerous red dots appeared on both sides and behind the Imperial Fleet.
Clearly, they've been surrounded by the Orks fleet!
The previously scattered Orks warships have now all gathered together.
They had clearly anticipated the Imperial Fleet's retreat and deliberately stayed at a distance to observe.
When the Imperial Fleet finished bombing and was preparing to withdraw, they swarmed forward and surrounded the Imperial Fleet.
"Sir, we're surrounded." But there wasn't a trace of fear in the adjutant's voice.
"These damn Orks warships outnumber us by a full two times."
Dominic thought of Lynn's words and nodded in agreement.
The Orks deliberately spread out their fleet to lure them deeper into the enemy territory. Once the bombardment was over and their ammunition was nearly depleted, they regrouped and surrounded them!
This is definitely not a tactic that Orks would come up with!
Just then, Lynn's phone rang.