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It appeared they were to be interrupted. A massive bomb was detonated, as the entire pavilion was erased from existence. First a scorching light erased everything in it's path, wiping out all Tyranid forces with a fireball over a kilometer in diameter. The shockwave ripped the pavilion to shreds, shattering concrete and spreading the debris across several square kilometers. Then the second bomb hit, just to be sure, annihilating once more all in it's path. The third bomb was really unnecessary by that point, but drove the point home. When the bombing was done, nothing lived above the waves. Fortunately for the Tyranid, the blast was weakened by the ocean itself, although the radiation would have killed anything less resilient. 

Sighing, Alucard held Mithias by the scruff of his neck. The now ever more confused vampire would have no idea when that had happened, nor how he was not dead, or how Alucard was seemingly standing on thin air. The elder vampire looked down, disappointedly, at the bombing site. He'd been in the middle of a monologue. "Hey, Mithy. What's that race called? I'm going to genocide them in particular." Peeved vampire lord was peeved. Nonetheless, he had plans to complete. Places to be, things to steal, planets to cleanse. "Well, to cut a long speech short, I'm going to need you to inform the races of this world that I'm giving them 7 days to prepare. Call it a courtesy. For 7 days you shall die, and then for 7 days again I shall cleanse. This is your ultimatum." The line was cool, or at least Alucard thought so, but the monologue before it was missing. Oh well. The important part was that the message came across.