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Chapter 87: Let This World Burn!

~7 min read 1,363 words

No targeting equipment is needed any longer.

The Imperial Side in the Arctic can only stare blankly at the horizon, at that suddenly bright, glaring white glare.

In orbit, Abadon watches the column of light that spans the entire continent on the surface and finally shoots out of the atmosphere in a parallel line; his eyes, completely stunned, can only stare rigidly backward, watching the massive mountain-shadow at the tip of the light column.

The whole Bridge is dead silent, so that when Abadon, after years, clears his dry throat, the entire Bridge can actually hear it clearly.

But now no one cares about the War General's stunned gaze; they also stare with numb eyes, instinctively focusing all their attention on the surface.

Until the light gradually fades and the column disappears from the eyes of those on the warship, not only does the fleet in orbit fall into an eerie silence, but even the Green Skin and the Tauren, who were just a moment ago fighting to the death, all cease their battle at the same instant.

Countless Tauren, whether on the surface or in space, all swivel their eyes at the same moment, turning their gaze from all directions of the west toward Xisi.

The Green Skin also stare blankly at that terrifying energy that is a bit too much Waaagh, and for a moment they truly don't know what to do next.

If we say who in Ustali is still bristling with emotion now, it's only the Green Skin beneath Xisi's feet, the group that follows Xisi.

Now these Green Skin, while raging in a massive Waaagh, pick up any large-caliber weapons they can find nearby and, like madmen, climb onto the Titan.

Then, under the stunned gaze of the Mechanical Church, these Green Skin surprisingly begin, according to their habit, to swiftly construct numerous illegal fire points on the towering body of the Titan.

Strangely enough, when these open-air fire points are completed, the excited Green Skin kids pull the triggers, and their terrifying power makes the kids themselves shudder.

Then the surrounding Green Skin see it, and even more fervent excitement surges on their faces.

They even ignore whether any enemies dare approach; the Sith Kid(s) directly fire dense tracer barrages into the vast battlefield beneath their feet.

And these barrages that hit the ground become a series of miniature mushroom clouds.

At the same time, the crisp booming that can be heard across the whole planet seems like a signal, finally breaking the silence!

With almost no hesitation, the Tauren and Green Skin Titans at this moment turn instantly and rush toward the Emperor Titan.

The Tauren prioritize eliminating the greatest threat, while the Green Skin aim to seize this enemy's technological creation.

And beyond these two sides, the other Chaos forces immediately begin...

Retreat!

On the orbital Bridge, faced with the Thousand-Child Wizard's warning, Abadon widens his eyes, points at the surface below the porthole, and looks seriously:

"Are you kidding?"

"Me?"

"Go deal with that thing?"

"Why aren't you going down?!"

Abadon stares at the Thousand-Child Wizard, and the Thousand-Child Wizard, also looking at a situation never mentioned in Jianqi's prophecy, is for a moment unable to refute.

After snapping at the Thousand-Child Wizard, Abadon rushes to the command console and again orders the crew, whose hands are frantically operating:

"Right! Bring everyone back."

"A position? The things you built, you dare call a position in front of that thing?"

"I'll say it again: one hour, at most one hour. If after one hour the forces haven't returned to orbit, I will wait no longer."

Abadon shouts wildly, his expression a relapse of a breakdown that has lasted years.

The crew dares not delay, busily frantic, and even as they are busy, pair after pair of eyes keep glancing toward the surface outside the porthole.

After all, when a biological Titan is hammered into the atmosphere with a single punch, such a sight is probably seen only once in a lifetime.

Even the cold, efficient Hive Mind, when it sees its own biological Titan either shattered by a single volley of the Emperor Titan's volcano cannon or grappled up close for a strength contest, watches the Titan be flung away outright.

The swarms, as vessels of the Mind, occasionally pause after the Emperor Titan pulls some new trick.

Especially when the swarms first see their Titan being thrown out of the atmosphere, the swarm, which pauses for over ten seconds, seems like a person who has witnessed an unimaginable scene, forced to stand still.

Then comes the 'Ultraman 'Peerless' Little Monster'.

No matter how many biological Titans charge up or how many ancient giant debris roar with fire, they all crumble into fragments before the far larger Emperor Titan.

Even if one tries to send dense small units from the ground to approach, they will be bombarded into debris by the myriad illegal fire points on the Titan's body.

Now, the only party that finds the battlefield easy is the Imperial Side, which has finally digested what it actually saw.

They even, after watching for a while the 'cinematic' of their own Titan single-handedly hammering the enemy wave,

Several people silently pick up coffee that has long since gone cold and, while watching the scene, take a slow sip.

"Nice, love it, bring more."

Looking at many of his own side's personnel nearby, some even with hands off the consoles, Fanluosi suddenly, for reasons unknown, blurted out this inexplicable line.

Then, feeling either natural dryness or being startled dry by the scene, Fanluosi also scans around, intending to fetch himself a cup of coffee first.

But just as he was burying his head, cheers rose again from the crowd; Fanluosi couldn't help but look back and saw the fully charged Annihilation Cannon aiming straight at the sky, spewing an exaggerated light column.

The target of the light column is Abadon's temporary flagship docked in orbit.

Watching the ship hull pierced directly by the light column, and the crowd streaming out through the gap after the column vanishes.

Fanluosi even sees a few Chaos Astraeus elites clad in Terminator Power Armor.

At the same time, through the pierced gap, more transport ships and escape pods flee in terror from the pierced warship.

He mutters under his breath that Xisi is forcing the Titan to be a 'human' big cannon, then silently begins to pray for Abadon in his heart.

Hoping that under Xisi's recent Annihilation Cannon, he might not meet a good death.

While Fanluosi prays, Abadon stands on the Bridge where armor plates are constantly being dropped, and everything around is being blown about by surging gusts.

Watching the Titan regiment that was shot down by Xisi after barely reaching midair, Abadon's eyes widen gradually, finally losing all reason.

The Thousand-Child Wizard still stands beside Abadon, and powerful spiritual energy pins him to the spot as well.

Although Abadon's face is extremely frantic, the Thousand-Child Wizard still forces himself to remind:

"Jianqi is still waiting for the War General to complete the recent transaction."

Abadon, hearing this, slowly turns his head, looks at the Thousand-Child Wizard who still worries about the Four Gods' will, and a manic grin slowly spreads across his crazed face.

"Don't worry, it's just erasing the trace, right? I'll erase it for Jianqi right now."

Abadon speaks slowly, but the Thousand-Child Wizard, watching Abadon's condition, instantly feels a bad omen rise in his heart.

He couldn't even mind rank and status, the Thousand-Child Wizard hurriedly opened his mouth:

"The premise is Lord Sisi......"

His words were cut off abruptly, and Abadon's Horace's Claw, at a face‑to‑face distance, directly crushed the other's skull.

Then, facing the already dead Thousand-Child Wizard—whether roaring at the wizard or at the Jianqi behind him—Abadon, in a fury, opened his huge mouth:

"I am not my father!"

"I am Abadon, the Four Gods cannot control me!"

After speaking, Abadon turned his head toward the Bridge and suddenly swung his arm at the Ustali beneath his feet:

"Deploy all extermination weapons across the army; I will completely blast Ustali to pieces!"

"And also......"

"That lunatic on the surface!!!"

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