“Open all torpedo hatches!” General Xue Sha’s roar sounded through every warship speaker across the sky. “Do not let a single beast survive! Fire the dark-matter barrage!”
Across the void, ninety-seven thousand dreadnoughts unsealed their heavy belly bays.
One million Dark-Matter Soul-Shattering Torpedoes dropped into their pneumatic launch rails with heavy mechanical clangs. Each torpedo was a hundred meters long, forged from compressed obsidian and coated in pitch-black soul-eating runes. Deep within their cores, miniature artificial singularities spun at near-light speed, hungry to devour the life-force of living beings.
THWUMP! THWUMP! THWUMP!
The sky turned into an apocalyptic avalanche of shrieking black comets.
One million warheads screamed down through the clouds in a tight, inescapable cone. The dark-matter radiation turned the afternoon daylight into an oily, sickly twilight, sucking all warmth and color from the atmosphere. Their trajectory locks were clamped tightly onto the hospital docks, Tie Niu’s Righteous Iron Guard, and the ten thousand Void Star-Whales resting in the ocean bay.
Down on the star-deck, Lin Mo did not even blink.
He held his black card against the air, pulling up the supreme defense synthesis module.
