484 Like Moths to a Flame

Grandmaster Onillus heard the impetuous words of the Infernal Lord as his eyes blazed red with anger, the disrespect directed towards the Founder being something he could not tolerate!

"Destroy them all."

His words were simple and filled with wrath, the command going out to all the Prime Warships as the vessels had their World Cannons meant to destroy stationary worlds aimed and loaded, destructive red rays of light beginning to shoot out of the many Warships!

RUMBLE!

The forces of the Dark expanse were prepared as the aura of World Rank being erupted out, shimmering shields of all sorts of colors being created as the rushing rays of destructive lights met resistance.

If one took a larger view of the battlefield, they would notice many of these beams of destructive red light aimed towards the mountainous 250 meters Infernal Lord that stood imposingly!