Chapter 149: The Meat Grinder
Commander Vok stared at the distant sky in complete disbelief.
The Level 146 Cultist stood in a ruined staging area just outside the main transit hub. Seconds ago, he had been waiting for the signal to march his reserve battalion across the central bridge.
Instead, he had just watched a blinding pillar of cosmic stardust vaporize the entire Vanguard barricade, taking hundreds of elite Cult warriors with it.
The ground beneath his boots was still vibrating from the sheer impact.
A low-level Cult scout sprinted into the staging area. The man was covered in soot, gasping violently for air.
"Commander!" the scout shrieked, falling to his knees.
"The central bridge is gone! The Vanguard Knights did not cast that spell! There are masked anomalies slaughtering our forces! Sector Four is completely frozen in red ice!"
Vok grabbed the scout by the collar and hauled him to his feet.
