Useless.
The elite troops on this battlefield were positioned at the forefront. These powerful units, originally used to repel Night Watcher raids, were reduced to molten slag by the first dive of the Void Manta Rays.
These Void creatures, with wingspans exceeding twenty meters, dove down from the clouds, their translucent membrane wings glimmering with the blue light of spatial rifts at the edges. Below their flight path, the Ratman Heavy Armor Legion was like wheat being harvested by an invisible scythe, and where they were cut, their crystallized flesh sprayed purple starlight.
The spiritual waves spread from their concealed mouths, and these mental impacts imbued with the Power of the Void were absolute predators to these long-corrupted rats.
Resistance?
No, they had no room for resistance at all, not even the strength to retaliate.
"Where are those damned followers? Where are those damned muscle brutes?"
