One Thousand and Forty-Five Indifferent Eyes

"It's the first time I've seen such a disgusting city... have they burned coal all the time?" a pilot on a B-52 bomber, overlooking the ground in the distance, sighed.

To be honest, I don't blame the pilot for making a fuss. This place, which the demons call the temple, is indeed a bit too dirty.

Even in the dirtiest and messiest era of Serris City, there is no way to compare with this place called Whithornth in front of me.

After all, in those short years, the thermal power plants and other factories in Serris City did not have so many terrible chimneys emitting thick black smoke at the same time.

Flying at an altitude of more than 13,000 meters, in the sealed cockpit of these modified B-52 bombers, the pilot navigator and the bombardier can see the target they are about to attack, and of course they can also see those who are trying to intercept their opponents.

Thousands of devil bats hovered at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, almost like a black lake, densely packed like a swarm of bees.

And above this black lake, there are hundreds of huge dragons rushing upwards. They tried to rush to an altitude of 10,000 meters, but they could not maintain this altitude. So they are like high jumpers, flying high, and then swooping down.

The most threatening ones are those demon fighter jets, but they can barely fly at an altitude of more than 11,000 meters. They tried to open fire on the B-52 bomber, but found that the weapons they carried seemed unable to threaten the target 2,000 meters higher than them.

After all, at this height where the air is already quite thin, the working state of the demon's inferior magic engines is not enough to support them to stay for a long time.

As a result, these poor devil air force can only watch their opponents fly over their heads in groups, calmly approaching the most sacred place in their mind.

What makes them even more desperate is that at this time they still have to worry about whether these terrifying opponents are carrying weapons of mass destruction such as nuclear weapons, and whether they will destroy the entire Whithorn at once.

"Soon, they just want to smoke, and they can't do it." A bomber heard the order coming from the headset, smiled and pressed a button in front of him.

The hatch on the belly of his B-52 bomber began to slowly open, and one after another, the 250 kg aerial bombs were exposed to the whistling airflow and made a soft sound.

With the opening of the hatch, light flooded into the bomb bay of the B-52 bomber. Because the plane was no longer streamlined,

So it started to vibrate slightly.

If it were not loaded with so many bombs, the B-52 bomber could fly to an altitude of more than 15,000 meters, and there would be no intercepting demon fighter jets there. However, reducing the bomb load will obviously affect the bombing effect.

Anyway, this altitude is already very good, so the commanders of the air force did not insist on absolute safety, but chose a just right balance to make their opponents even more desperate.

In front of the demon air force who intercepted the bombers, hundreds of B-52 bombers opened the bomb bays in the belly, ready to drop bombs.

And right in front of them, there were huge chimneys everywhere, and Whithorans, which was still emitting thick smoke, once again raised a magic defense barrier.

The barrier that was destroyed by the cruise missile before had returned to a working state after a short rest. As for the effect of this ineffective barrier, no one knows.

"Drop the bomb!" The bomber who entered the attack route first pressed the button to drop the bomb, and softly said this word that made him feel very comfortable.

The first 250kg aerial bomb broke away from the pylon and fell lightly towards the ground. Immediately after the second bomb broke away, the third bomb also began to dive downwards.

The second B-52 bomber also began to drop bombs. In the sight of the bomber, there was a huge factory building of a demon factory. Next to this building, there is a chimney emitting black smoke, and it seems that it is still producing something non-stop.

More B-52 bombers began to drop bombs, and more bombs began to rain down.

A B-52 bomber can carry up to 30 tons of bombs, but it is impossible to carry so much ammunition when performing missions.

The B-52 bombers that flew to the Devil's Temple of Withorlands could only carry 15 tons of bombs each.

However, the scale of hundreds of planes dropping bombs at the same time is enough to cover the entire Witthollands.

"Goodbye, bastard!" A bomber saw a strange-shaped building in his sight. He didn't know what this thing was for, but he pressed the button to drop the bomb anyway.

Anyway, no matter what that thing is, he just needs to destroy it and turn it into a ruin.

A bomb swooped down with the sound of the wind, making a sharp buzzing sound. Then it hit the magic defense barrier and exploded in an instant, blowing the entire magic defense barrier into pieces.

The hastily raised magic defense barrier couldn't resist such a strong impact, and it was completely broken again after only one hit.

And the second bomb went right through the blast, crashing through the roof of the oddly shaped building. The dim room filled with hibernation cabin-like devices suddenly lit up. The bomb penetrated the roof and the floor, and finally stopped on the next floor.

Two demon messengers were passing a dry corpse on a stretcher. Their eyes widened, and they stared through the huge hole in shock at the thing that pierced through their roof.

In the next second, the explosion tore the two of them and the corpse they were carrying into countless pieces. Those deadly shock waves completely blew up these strangely shaped bathtub-like devices into parts in just a split second.

The zombie-like magicians lying inside, along with the devices that kept their fragile lives alive, completely disappeared from this world in a matter of seconds.

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the surrounding demons watched in shock as this explosion and other explosions spread out one after another.

They saw the white-robed God Servant who was wandering the streets urging other demon soldiers to fight collapsed instantly, lost the ability to move, and finally drifted away in the wind, leaving only a white robe hanging on the ground.

They also saw that the building that could continuously walk out of the servants of the gods collapsed and rolled up dust.

They also witnessed that a demon empire fell slowly in the explosion, and a powerful civilization was looking down on them with indifferent eyes.