Chapter 368: Red death!!
The EDF fleet carved through Sirius Prime’s atmosphere like falling hammers, their hulls screaming against the frozen air. Commander Stones’ voice crackled through every comm channel, raw with fury.
"All ships, commence orbital bombardment. Target coordinates locked. Show this bastard what happens when you mess with Earth Defense Force."
The sky exploded.
Plasma cannons, particle beams, and kinetic rounds hammered down in a relentless barrage. Each blast shook the ground beneath Noah’s feet, turning the frozen wasteland into a hellscape of steam and molten rock. The bombardment was surgical in its intensity—five solid minutes of concentrated firepower that left the air itself burning.
Noah pressed against Lucas’s electrical barrier, watching the destruction through crackling energy. His knuckles were white around Excaliburn’s hilt, rage coiled tight in his chest like a spring.
"Come on," Noah whispered through gritted teeth. "Stay down."
But even as he said it, he knew better. Harbingers didn’t stay down.
The bombardment stopped. For a moment, there was only the hiss of superheated air and the distant crack of cooling stone. Smoke rose from a perfect crater where Kruel had been standing.
Then the ground trembled.
It started small—a vibration that could have been an aftershock. But it built, growing stronger, deeper, until the very bones of the planet seemed to groan. Cracks spread across the frozen surface like a spider’s web.
That’s when they heard it.
Laughter.