Up in the dark sky above World 26, General Frost-Beard had expected thunder, lightning, or at least a volley of sword-beams.
He had never in his five hundred years of warfare expected to be shot in the face by ten million gallons of boiling, garlic-scented Star-Ram mutton broth!
SPLOOOOOOOSH—HISSSSSSS!
The mile-wide geyser from Boom-Pot Sun’s Planetary Boiling-Soup Defrost Cannon swallowed the entire two-hundred-ship armada in a towering cloud of ruby-red chili oil and rich white bone steam.
On the deck of Lead Ice-Cruiser #1, Vice-Admiral Captain Icicle-Eye braced himself for death as the wall of red liquid slammed into his warship’s ten-foot-thick glacier-ice hull.
Yet when the red wave washed over him, it didn’t burn his skin off. Thanks to Pei Xuan’s RTS Fusion Cube removing all friendly-scalding flaws while multiplying the anti-ice defrosting power by a thousand times, the broth felt like a glorious, hundred-and-ten-degree luxury herbal bath to living flesh—while acting like liquid magma against unnatural frost formations!
SIZZLE—MELT—SLOSH!
“My ship! Where is my ship going?!” Captain Icicle-Eye screamed as he looked down at his boots.
