This scene gives people an illusion, as if the air is lit up and the sun returns.
But this is a false dawn, heralding not the hope of a new beginning but the end.
High-energy lasers pass through the atmosphere, and the bottoms of rain-filled clouds begin to glow.
High-energy mesons then evaporated in a burning flash, and vapor ribbons filled with chemical substances gathered above enemy positions, illuminating hundreds of kilometers of land as the sky caught fire.
It all happened in an instant.
A few seconds later, the scorching energy beam descended from space like a straight arrow.
The beams themselves make no sound, but as they pass by, the atmosphere begins to burn, creating a rapid flow of air with each impact.
Soshyan observed it through the automatic sensory filtering and isolation of the Terminator armor. The auditory damper helped block the deafening thunder that would otherwise rupture his eardrums, the visual protection kept him from going blind, and the ceramite armor protected him.
Protected from the heat that would scorch his flesh from the bone.
Exposed cultists have no such protection, and their bodies turn into swirling smoke.
But this kind of death was painless, because before their nerves had time to react, all the flesh on their bones had been burned away, their blood boiled, and only a pile of rubble remained on the indestructible city wall.
When the first wave of overpressure shock waves hit, the earth trembled. The Thunder Eagle in mid-air was impacted and began to swing wildly. It was only through the efforts of Rogris that it did not fall.
The soldiers who had retreated to the east bank of the river embankment faced the shock wave diagonally and withstood the impact.
However, many vehicle systems have been paralyzed, supply lines have ruptured, hydraulic pressure has burst, and systems are overloaded.
They were a kilometer away from the nearest bombing point, but still too close.
Light spears and kinetic energy shells violently hit a wide area on the west side of the river bank, destroying a large number of buildings and facilities including the station, and even the land itself was lifted...
Excited chatter erupted on the communicator, everyone saying the same thing.
"Did you see that?"
"Throne!"
"There can't be anything left in there!"
But Soshyan knows that there must be something that will survive, and the creation of chaos will not be completely destroyed so easily.
So he cut into the entire communication network.
"Continue to carry out your orders."
The Astral Knights obey his orders.
"O Merciful Emperor."
Alex looked at the light rising on the horizon in horror.
He knew what he was seeing, an orbital bombardment concentrated in one place. He knew the battlefield terrain by heart and knew exactly who was the target of the orbital bombardment.
"Those heretics are finished."
The hot wind roared around him, rolling around Yarick's military coat and filling his mouth with gray gravel.
The rocking motion of the tower forced him to relax, as the ground beneath him tilted to an alarming level, and he felt as if he were standing on the deck of a primitive longship—an uncomfortable feeling.
From here, the destruction is even more obvious.
Whatever he saw, for a moment he felt proud of it, even as his own skin blistered.
More bombardments reached the ground, and more flames lit up the horizon.
The first wave shook the makeshift command tower, sending shards of glass falling from cracked window frames, structural supports buckling to the ground, and the tower sinking into its splintered foundations.
The straight spears of light were still bombarding the horizon. The hellish light illuminated a cruel fact.
"It seems our mission is almost over."
The adjutant beside him shrugged, but Alex hated this action.
It is a gesture of surrender, a gesture of indifference to something precious that is about to pass away.
"Just watch, I feel like things won't end that quickly."
In the world of Inquisitor Marcus, the world is spinning upside down at the moment.
The shock wave generated by the collision and explosion of the concentrated beam with the earth shattered the entire west bank of the river. Under the action of the incoming shock wave, the foundation of the river bank was shattered, and the structural members at the bottom were bent like metal wires.
The remaining pillars on the riverbed collapsed instantly and were blown away like dust in a hurricane.
At the critical moment, Marcus used his psychic powers to throw Verne and Chandler into the safe zone - the east bank of the river, but before he could save the third one, a strong hot wind swept him inside.
He tried hard to grab an exposed steel bar, but it was not enough to save him.
His stomach was twitching, and he felt a temporary weightlessness. He even heard some kind of wild laughter, which even covered up the gradually increasing sounds of steel shattering and concrete exploding.
Large cement slabs crackled like tinder, and plastic steel pillars that could support a building several kilometers high spread out like hemp rope.
Debris tumbled around him like a waterfall, battering him and threatening to wrench him from his grip on the steel bars.
It was as if the world itself wanted to murder him, but he wouldn't give in.
He must live until the world is purified——
Soon, the sky fell and he saw the earth's surface opening up.
Wide fissures tore the jagged east bank, hair-thin fault lines tore, and abyssal canyons opened like gateways to hell.
Large clouds of dust and smoke sprayed into the sky in the form of clouds, making Marcus unable to see the world around him.
Orbital bombardment ripped open rock formations.
Everything is noise and fire, dust and impact.
Then he hit the ground, but his fall didn't stop.
Enormous energy smashed through the surface, like an angry god bringing down a pile driver, driving it through the rock like a sword.
At a depth of several hundred meters, an unknown cave cavity was broken into.
Unconnected tunnels and pits that had never appeared on the map suddenly opened to the sky.
Marcus knew nothing about this.
Hundreds of thousands of tons of mass poured into the exposed cave system. At this moment, he was a speck of flesh and blood in the storm formed by the eternal rock.
He tried hard to maintain a psychic barrier to prevent being hit by something, but some of his bones were broken - if it weren't for the exquisite armor on his body, he might have been completely dead.
Marcus felt the furnace-like heat in his body. After sensing that his life was threatened, the small life-support device on his thigh began to pump in adrenaline in an effort to maintain his life.
But even so, he still failed to grab the steel bar and fell into the huge rocks that collided with each other like a storm.
He fell, spinning with constant impact.
The psychic barrier began to flicker, and huge pressure appeared in Marcus' skull, but he did not dare to relax, even if he maintained it any longer, his head might explode.
Even if he died with a headshot, it would be easier.
He hit a stone wall and it shattered.
The Inquisitor saw nothing but darkness and a violent torrent of rubble.
Steel and rock fell with him, like a sparkling rain in the bright light.
But even amid the deafening din, he could still hear that maddening laughter - something was taunting him.