The assaulting constructs immediately recognized both the bomb, and the danger, and the transmitted order to seal all portals had just enough time to slam them shut before the smirking avatar exploded. The explosion was still powerful enough to blast through the still weakened portal 'tunnels' but that they were closed kept damage to a relative minimum, only a few hundred constructs in the 'safe' zone being destroyed, and about a thousand damaged enough to be returned to the factories for repairs.<br/><br/>The third day, the first factory ground to a halt, its production lines too damaged to continue production at any speed, and while it would only require approximately twelve hours to repair back to functionality, he was fast reaching the point where the machines just couldn't continue to supply bodies in excess to the demand. He reviewed the situation, and then glanced at the companions, many of whom were fuming at being 'safe' before coming to a decision. "Alright, hostilities are as stable now as they are going to be. You are all red and free to begin your own hunts, if you want."<br/><br/>He would have continued, but spotted the god that had attempted to destroy its own domain, leading an army, and sighed, reducing the calculation to cold mathematics, before turning to the nearby death squad construct. "Authorization of DC bomb for plane 1674D, release code is..."<br/><br/>He paused, and glanced over at the time, doing some mental calculations to get the correct release codes for the deep core bomb. "Tango, whiskey, four, niner, zero, zero, alpha, zulu, zulu. Activation code one eight two echo echo charlie niner. Deploy on your mark, plane seal six seconds after, this is a suicide run. Show them the fury of the death squad, and why your motto is what it is."<br/><br/>The construct nodded, a sense of malice coming off of it as it turned and headed down to the armory to pick up the deep core bomb. He leaned back in his chair, and pulled out a cigar, before shaking his head, and carefully cutting the end, and slowly rolling it as he lit it, and then activated a communication channel to the staging areas. "All constructs, pay heed. This is War. You fight until you win, or you die. All units, have no mercy, give no quarter, take no prisoners, and leave no survivors. Show these misbegotten and deluded fools what true wrath is, not whatever passes for it for their pathetic, misbegotten kind. Drive them back into the dust of extinction they sprung from. End of Line. "<br/><br/>The entire facility rocked as the death squad constructs, to the last construct, roared at the max volume of their speakers, their forms shifting and enlarging, armor plating curling and writhing as it wrapped around them, turning them from suits of armor into seven foot tall gleaming metallic skeletons that oozed consuming malice, encompassing hate, and weary disdain. Verdelet would overplay, soon enough. And then he would personally correct the mistake that was Verdelet, before turning toward Barid. He took a long pull from his cigar, and leaned forward and changed the communication line, but before he could talk, every construct in the room had already turned toward the intruder, weapons leveled, only requiring the slightest hint of the possibility of threat before they would turn the intruder into a stain. He glanced over his shoulder, and stared at them, before shaking his head. "And here I was expecting you to wait for the noise to stop before coming forward to claim victory again, Barid. Remaining ladies, this is Barid, the one who got the completed reincarnation whatever-the-hell-it-was and has been truly immortal for about... what, three million years now? Loonier than I am on a bad day after a gas release in the high security labs."