Chapter 288 Orbital Bombing
For one beautiful moment, Valedo's night ended.
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 penetrate the atmosphere and the bases of rain-filled clouds begin to glow.
High-energy muons then evaporate in burning flashes, and ribbons of chemical-laden vapor have gathered over enemy positions, illuminating hundreds of kilometers of land as the sky catches 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 the atmosphere begins to burn, creating a rapid flow of air with each impact.
Soshyan observes it through the automatic sensory filtering isolation of the Terminator armor, the auditory dampeners help block the deafening thunder that would otherwise rupture his eardrums, and the visual protection keeps him from going blind. The ceramite armor protects him from the heat that would otherwise scorch his flesh from his bones.
Exposed cultists have no such protection, and their bodies dissolve into swirling clouds of flesh and smoke.
But this kind of death is painless, because before the nerves have time to react, all the flesh on their bones has been burned away, their blood is boiling, and only a pile of rubble is left on the indestructible city wall.
When the first wave of overpressure shock wave hit, the earth trembled. The Thunder Eagle in mid-air was impacted and began to swing wildly. It was only 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, the systems of many vehicles have been paralyzed, with supply pipelines bursting, hydraulic pressure bursting, and systems overloaded.
They were a kilometer away from the nearest bombing point, but still too close.
Lance spears and kinetic energy shells violently hit a vast 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 up. .
Excited chatter erupted on the communicator, everyone saying the same thing.
“Have you seen it?”
“The throne!”
"There can't be anything left inside!"
But Soshyan knew that there must be some things that survived, and the creation of chaos would not be completely destroyed so easily.
So he cut into the entire communication network.
"Continue to carry out your orders."
The Astral Knights obeyed his orders.
"Merciful Emperor."
Yarrick looked at the light rising on the horizon in horror.
He knew what he was seeing, an orbital bombing focused on one place at a time. He knew the battlefield terrain by heart and knew exactly who was the target of the orbital bombing.
"Those heretics are all finished."
The hot wind roared from the surroundings, rolling Yarrick's military coat, making his mouth full of gray gravel.
The rocking motion of the tower forced him to relax, as the ground beneath him tilted so alarmingly that he felt as if he were standing on the deck of a primitive longship—and that was not a pleasant feeling.
From here, the destruction is 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 of earthquakes rocked the makeshift command tower, sending shards of glass falling from cracked window frames and structural supports buckling to the ground, sinking the tower into its splintered foundations. .
Straight spears of light were still bombarding the horizon. A hellish light illuminates a harsh truth.
“It seems that our mission is almost over.”
The adjutant on the side shrugged, but Yarrick hated this action.
It is a gesture of abandonment, a gesture of indifference to something precious that is about to pass away. "Just watch, I feel like it won't be over soon."
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 energy 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 embankment was shattered, and the structural members at the bottom were bent like metal wires.
The remaining pillars on the river bed 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, the strong hot wind blew them away. He was swept into it.
He tried hard to grab an exposed steel bar, but it was not enough to save him.
His stomach was twitching, he felt temporary weightlessness, and even heard some kind of wild laughter, which even covered up the gradually increasing sound of steel shattering and concrete exploding.
Large slabs of cement crackled like tinder, and plastic steel pillars capable of supporting a building several kilometers high spread out like twine.
Debris tumbled around him like a waterfall, battering him and threatening to snatch him from the steel bars he held.
It was as if the world itself wanted to murder him.
But he will not give in.
He must live until the world is cleansed -
Soon, the sky falls and he sees the surface opening up.
Wide fissures tear through the jagged traces of the West Bank, hair-thin fault lines tear apart, and abyssal canyons open like gateways to hell.
Large swaths of dust and smoke sprayed into the sky in the form of clouds, making Marcus unable to see the world around him.
The orbital bombardment directly opened up the rock formation.
Everything is noise and fire, dust and impact.
Then he hit the ground, but the fall didn't stop.
A huge amount of energy smashed through the surface, like an angry god slamming down a pile driver, causing it to pierce the rock like a sword.
A few hundred meters deep, 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 it.
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 hold on to the steel bars 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 there was huge pressure in Marcus' skull, but he did not dare to relax, even if he maintained it any longer, his head might explode.
Even if you die with a headshot, it will be easier.
He hit a stone wall and the wall shattered.
The Inquisitor saw nothing but darkness and a violent torrent of rubble.
Steel and rock fell with him, like a glittering rain in the bright light.
But even above the deafening din, he could still hear that maddening laughter - something was taunting him.
Suddenly, his fall ended.
(End of this chapter)