Amidst the countless cries of unwavering loyalty, the fleet began its assault, swiftly annihilating the interstellar fortress above planet Zhurmok and unleashing a devastating blow upon all life on the surface.
The entire planet was sealed off. Their warships were shattered into fragments that drifted around the orbit like debris. At that moment, Zhurmok resembled a dinner plate, waiting for a visitor to devour it.
The orbital bombardment commenced under Admiral Speyer's orders.
Lances of radiant light pierced through Zhurmok's atmosphere and struck the ground with pinpoint precision. Those nearby were instantly obliterated by the overwhelming power. The defenders, who had moments ago roared about holding their ground, never imagined that humanity would respond with such cruelty—launching a direct orbital strike upon their heads.
"Quick, Your Majesty! General!"
"There's an old human saying—if you don't burn down the green hills, you'll never run out of firewood! We must go! Now!"
Several soldiers, led by General Drak'thar, forcibly carried King Mok'thar away from the blazing inferno mankind had unleashed.
"Why!? Why!? WHY!? Why won't you just land and fight!?"
Mok'thar screamed in anguish as he watched the warships in orbit continuously rain down torpedoes like a relentless storm.
"NO—!"
A lance of light struck right beside their headquarters. The resulting explosion utterly annihilated Mok'thar and everything around him without leaving a trace.
The city had turned into an apocalyptic wasteland. Humanity's cold, merciless bombing campaign spared no one—it was irrational, brutal, and devastating. The Bloodmaw were utterly destroyed.
In the aftermath of the chaos, crime surged across the remaining territories. Many Urg'nok civilians began "shopping without money" on the streets, and even soldiers joined them in the lawless frenzy.
Two Days Later
Planet Zhurmok had vanished. The entire world was physically annihilated through relentless orbital bombardment. Every race and living being on its surface, guilty or innocent, was reduced to ashes—including General Urg'nok Drak'thar, who had only recently boasted that he would wipe out the invading humans.
Billions across the galaxy were left stunned by the brutality of the attack. They asked themselves: What happened to the once-peaceful and angelic Human Federation? Why had it transformed into the terrifying Imperium Caelestis?
They had forgotten who had exterminated humanity first…
They had forgotten who had betrayed mankind during its moment of greatest crisis.
Since they had rejected the peaceful hand of the Human Federation, they would now have to deal with the iron fist of an Empire that tolerated neither aliens nor heretics.
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On Vortex Primus
Inside his office, Kenthelion was buried under stacks of reports—his most hated task. A fresh transmission arrived from the front lines.
"Not bad… not bad at all. Perfect."
The tragic scenes from Zhurmok were projected across Vortex Primus. Countless survivors—rescued from the doomed planet—erupted into cheers. Some cried, others embraced, some jumped in joy. For the first time in years, they witnessed the resurgence of mankind… the moment when humanity finally rose again to take revenge on the vile alien races that had tormented them.
Kenthelion allowed a satisfied smile to spread across his face. His war points had skyrocketed. He didn't even spare a glance at the human soldiers below—after all, fighting on the front lines was the fastest and simplest way to accumulate war points.
As for the system that tracked war contributions, it was already complaining, overwhelmed with overtime processing all the data. Alien civilizations had been scorched into oblivion by the four expeditionary fleets led by Supreme Commander Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed, Yularen from the Star Wars universe as his deputy, Admiral Speyer, and Jim Raynor.
Kenthelion had summoned Arcturus Mengsk to defend Vortex Primus and manage the intake of human refugees rescued by those four commanders.
He also summoned Kerrigan—this version being the one who had already defeated Amon and could shift into her human form at will—and Tychus Findlay...
Although they were initially confused upon arriving for the first time, after receiving the explanation, they followed Jim Raynor for a reunion.
The four of them—Castellan, Yularen, Speyer, and Jim Raynor—carried out their tasks efficiently. Now, send a message to Castellan after they've finished rescuing what they could. They can arrange the troops to attack Terra and destroy the Bloodmaw Empire regime.
Kenthelion also received a message from the capital of Terra Aeterna, sent by Saint Celestine: "Portals three, four, five, and six are now open."
Kenthelion was overjoyed, hoping that the worlds he would visit next wouldn't be too strange—hopefully not the universe of Azur Lane. Though Kenthelion had a great fondness for the ship girls there, especially the mechanic cats like Akashi and the "Repair Ships," he wondered what would happen if he encountered the Mechanicus. Would they consider him an Omnissiah? The stubborn Mechanicus, of course, would probably call it "heresy."
Kent imagined the mechanic cats holding giant wrenches in their right hands and small hammers in their left, fixing the vacuum machines by merely tapping the hammer in front of a Mechanicus. In 30 minutes, the machines would be upgraded by 500% and modified to include a coffee maker. Surely, that would drive the Mechanicus mad, shouting "Heresy!" at the top of their lungs!