orac is the undisputed flagship of the Empire. This is not only due to its hundredfold amplification but also because, while highly intelligent, it has absorbed nearly all of the Necron warship technology.
Such immense combat power has meant that almost no space-faring enemy has ever been able to force orac to fire at full capacity.
But now, facing the endless Tyranid bio-ships filling the entire Sol System, and even that Tyranid ancient ship at the edge of the orbit, today, orac can finally unleash all of its might!
After Sith issued his decree, the black gold skull that had been flying suddenly paused, visible to the naked eye.
To the Mortals who observed this, it seemed like a simple, brief stutter. But for orac, with its hundredfold processing power, this pause was enough to prove a fluctuation in its emotions.
Van Roth, Bayer, and even Huron, the veterans who understood orac to varying degrees, were all stunned for a moment. Then, looks of anticipation and curiosity gradually appeared in their eyes.
Only Lorgar Aurelian behind him, seeing Sith issue a decree so solemnly, felt that while the Imperator Somnium was formidable, it shouldn't require such seriousness.
Then... the slight dismissiveness that had just risen on Lorgar Aurelian's face was masked by the green'sun' that suddenly flared up outside the porthole!
"Is it Gork and Mork again?!" Lorgar Aurelian was startled, subconsciously thinking that Gork and Mork was out to cause trouble again.
But soon Lorgar Aurelian realized something was wrong, because this green sun was made entirely of long ribbons. And at this moment, these long ribbons were all emanating from the warship beneath his feet.
"Is this... a Light Lance?" "But why is it Necron green?" "And..." "Aren't Light Lances supposed to fire once and be done? How is this..." "Firing into a whip of light?!"
Lorgar Aurelian's superhuman brain raced, and finally, he arrived at a superhuman explanation. Surprisingly, Lorgar Aurelian's explanation fit the scene perfectly.
Because the battery, which should have needed to recharge after a single shot, showed no pause at all. Instead, those giant Gauss Light Lance on the ship's spine began to move with a flexibility far exceeding Imperial warships, wielding the Gauss Light Lance like long whips.
It was just that the energy of this long whip was exaggeratedly dense, and the size of the whip had risen directly to a galactic scale. Its magnificent colors could even be seen with the naked eye through observation equipment by Lysander and others, who were far away on Terra, closely monitoring Sith's reinforcements.
This scene also caused Lysander to widen his eyes in confusion for the second time. Lowering his head and withdrawing his gaze, after frowning and thinking seriously for a while, Lysander could only look around. After scanning the area, his gaze landed on the equally dumbfounded Magos Mechanicus.
"When did you develop such powerful light whip technology?" Lysander asked. Upon hearing this, especially the word 'you' in the query, the Magos Mechanicus was so stifled that his only remaining eye twitched in a rare display of emotion.
Then he glared at Lysander with annoyance. "If we had this technology, the Empire would have unified the galaxy a long time ago, damn it!" The Magos did not speak aloud, but deep down, for the first time in countless years, he was cursing in rage.
He then watched Lysander leave the observation post and quickly took his place, his dozen bionic eyes all fixed on the battle over Pluto. Lysander, having been displaced from the observation post, could only pout speechlessly.
At this moment, above Pluto, over a dozen Gauss 'whips' danced across the void. The huge, magnificent black gold skull ram, driven by fierce engines, slammed into the sea of Tyranid ships like a ship-shaped cannonball.
Its speed was so fast, and the ram was so sharp, that even the Sith Legion warships behind it couldn't keep up. However, this was exactly the effect orac wanted to achieve.
Since it was going to fire at full capacity, how could it allow friendly forces nearby to hinder its performance?! Friendly coordination? Is that something I, orac, need?!
All I, orac, need is to ram headlong into the enemy tide, and then, in this dark galaxy, announce the arrival of the Empire's first flagship with an unprecedented roar!
"Macro Cannon array." "Ready!" One after another, the giant Macro Cannons, with muzzles large enough to fit a Titan, were pushed out onto the deck in waves, accompanied by the dull thud of gears locking into place.
The twelve Macro Cannon arrays on both sides of the warship were, for the first time, all in position, aiming their muzzles at the boundless sea of Tyranid ships nearby. Then...
The second before the Macro Cannon array roared, the world seemed to pause! The entire void was silent, and the artillery fire from the dense conventional warships behind slowly slid out of their muzzles in the silence.
The Astartes on the deck dealing with Tyranid boarding beasts, whether it was the roars from their mouths or the Bolter fire in their hands, all became a silent pantomime at this moment. In the whole world, only the 'crisp' sound of the Macro Cannon array locking into place, one after another, echoed through the void like a countdown.
Outside the cold muzzles was the boundless Tyranid Swarm, filling the entire void, rushing forward wave after wave. The movements of the Tyranid Swarm also appeared sluggish and paused during this exceptionally long and silent second.
Their ferocious, giant mouths dripped corrosive liquid, their abdominal cavities spewed acidic sludge, and endless, cloud-like biological projectiles vied to rush toward orac's shields. To surround and kill orac, the Tyranid will had mobilized every force it could at this moment.
It cannot be said that the Tyranids underestimated the enemy, but the Tyranids... truly did not correctly realize what they were facing. The silence of the void was suddenly dispelled by a roar that shook even the surface of Pluto beneath their feet!
Firelight, cannon fire, barrage. The boundless Tyranid bio-ships on both sides were suddenly cut through by two black phantoms, like a crowded mass of people. In the blink of an eye, the sky full of bio-ships turned into endless, roaring, exploding chitin fragments.
Then the black phantoms swept across the long void, with orac as the center, the Macro Cannon arrays on both sides fanned out into a semicircle, until the last bit of kinetic energy from the last Macro Cannon was expended on a bio-ship.
When all the eyes watching this battle reacted and turned their attention from what was in front of them to this spot, what they saw was only two huge, fan-shaped areas of long, suddenly empty void!
The bio-ships that should have filled every space in the void were, under the hundredfold Macro Cannons, truly blasted back to their atomic state! In the eyes of those present, these two huge fan-shaped areas only had a pitifully small amount of chitin shells tumbling about.
Other than that, there was only a 'blast of air' from who knows where, which actually blew all the way from orbit to the surface of Pluto in one breath. The humans were deathly silent; after all, they had never even dreamed of such an exaggerated thing.
But after this bombardment, the thing that truly shocked Lysander was that the boundless Tyranid Swarm, which had been restless, had actually fallen silent too!
Not only were the humans staring blankly at orac, but all the Tyranid Swarms, war beasts, and bio-ships, with their trillions of eyes, were also staring blankly at orac, which had fired this shot. After this shot, the only thing in the whole world that still reacted was the giant ship in the center of the huge fan-shaped area.
Sith sat high on the mechanical throne on the bridge. He looked at the sluggish sea of Tyranid ships in front, at the noble high-ranking officials surrounding and looking up at him at his feet, and at Lorgar Aurelian, who was hiding in the shadows behind him, sideways and terrified.
In this world of sluggishness, Sith on the throne leaned forward slightly with a light clanking of armor, and then swung his right hand straight forward: "Macro Cannon." "Reload!"
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