Vilgax armada vs angels

"[WHAT. WHAT IS THAT?! WHAT KIND OF MONSTER IS THAT?!]"

"[It is not a biological organism! It is not an inorganic machine! None of these readings align with anything we understand about how living creatures operate, their atomic composition, their genetic material, none of it!]"

"[Our automated targeting systems are failing to aim for the enemy! It's as if our artillery is refusing to fire!]"

"[Switch to manual control and fire anyway, damn it!]" Gurgox roared. "[Fire, and leave no enemy alive!]"

Three streaks of blinding white dragged along the computer displays. These were the representations of the warrior angels, the highest elohim, at the moment they collided with the circular sea of warships surrounding Battleworld. Three white dots met a hundred thousand massed black flies on the screen, North, East, and West.

They didn't slow for a second.

"[VES Armada is down! VES Weregild is down! VES Past Lives is down! VES Pretty Ugly is down! VES Diviner is down! VES Ride Blue is down! VES Invincible II is down! VES The Agony is down! VES Horns Of The Bull is down! VES Anur Phaetos is down!]"

"[We've lost contact with the western flank, the enemy is generating some kind of electromagnetic interference! Our recon satellites are getting scrambled!]"

"[VES Imperial Green is down! VES Solar Storm is down! VES King Of Thieves is down! VES Velvet Steel is down! VES Ready Aim Fire is down! VES The Maximum is down! VES Victory Or Suicide is down! VES No Exit is down! VES Fight Songs is down! VES Universal Diplomacy is down!]"

"[Lightspeed infinite mass projectiles have been deployed against the northern insurgency, there is no effect! Reporting no effect against the northern enemy!]"

"[The eastern front is a nonlinear dead zone! Fourth-dimensional readings are off the charts, we've got four thousand ships totally unmoored from linear chronology! They're all unstuck in time!]"

"[VES Bring Me Everyone is down! VES Killer Edge is down! VES Justice is down! VES Grail Receiver is down! VES Son Of The Gun is down! VES Overlord is down! Commander, we're losing them faster than we can even count them!]"

Vilgaxian technology could end engagements faster than their foes could comprehend the ion beams burrowing through their brain matter. Their weapons were powered by particle physics or gravitational slingshots, the fastest destructive devices physically possible. Against enemies that were not constrained by physical laws, they were like cavemen with wooden spears. Three white stripes tore through a hundred thousand Vilgaxian battlecruisers and burned into the screen.

"[We're down to forty thousand ships, no, thirty thousand! The battle is a complete rout! All of our weaponry is useless!]"

"[They've just entered the planet's atmosphere! They'll reach the planet's surface in less than forty-seven seconds! What do we do, Commander?! The Emperor is still down there!]"

Commander Gurgox only watched the blinking dots that represented a billion soldiers. Scores and scores of them continuously fed into the war machine. That was the risk of being a soldier. Only one in a trillion had their names remembered. The rest were nameless, dead in some battle or another for some general or another, and even those generals would be forgotten in time. But these were the ones that had proven themselves. Only those greats were Legates, and only the finest ships were Legate ships. Ergo, the strongest of their army was destroyed by the simple act of these Angels moving.

Gurgox signaled for a drink. One of their flunkies brought it for them. They drank it and smashed the cup on the ground, and after that they felt a lot better.

- Round 5