One Thousand and Forty-Six Burning Continues

A bomb exploded next to a factory building built of huge stones. The powerful shock wave knocked down the thick wall and smashed the steel-making boiler inside.

The steel-making boiler exploded again, and the molten iron inside turned into a murderous weapon, engulfing the demon steel-making workers around in an instant.

After the steel melted, the hot crimson liquid flowed along the ground, making a squeaky sound, melting and deforming everything passing by, until the temperature dropped and solidified.

The long, tens of meters high chimney collapsed in the explosion, and the billowing smoke pushed down a nearby building. A newly produced war machine overturned in the crater, and the huge wheel on one side was still spinning.

Groups of demons held buckets and other tools and hoped to quickly extinguish the fire in their factory, but soon they found that the flames had already reached the roof, and there was no way to get close.

Primitive fire fighting methods are simply unable to deal with such a terrible scene. The flames quickly melted the steel, and the seemingly indestructible factory building collapsed in an instant, turning into a pile of burning ruins.

The strange factory next to the temple in the distance, known as the Temple of the Servant of God, was also engulfed by the explosion.

The servants of the gods in the streets and alleys have all disappeared, leaving only the white robes tumbling with the wind on the ground, trampled and dirty by the fleeing crowd.

The banner of the Magic Eye full of exotic flavors was burning in flames, and there were screams and panicked orders everywhere. The people here are all tormented by something called fear, and they have long since lost any sense of proportion.

What makes these demons desperate is that they have not prepared any shelters such as air-raid shelters, and they have never thought that their temple, which is their capital, the most sacred place, will be attacked by the enemy one day.

And in the previous propaganda, no one told them that the war has failed to such an extent that they need to find a place to hide...

What is even more depressing is that in this ancient city full of theocracy, there are no public facilities such as subways that can serve as temporary shelters.

There are basements, but if the building above them collapses, the basement is nothing more than a living tomb after another.

There are fleeing demons everywhere, and the high-level demons with fleshy wings are holding their children and passing by the crumbling buildings.

They must carefully avoid the shock waves formed by those explosions to avoid injuries,

Then fly out of the city as soon as possible, after all, there are very few bombs falling there.

The Whithorn, which originally covered an extremely large area, has become a giant target that does not need to be aimed at all. As long as you drop bombs casually, you will definitely hit this city that straddles the banks of the river.

On the edge of the city, on an air defense position, a demon commander was pointing at the sky, shouting to his subordinates, "Fire! Fire! Don't let them drop any more bombs! Quick! Fire!"

Although he also knew that what he did was useless, he still kept shouting with his already hoarse voice.

It seemed that only in this way could he vent the despair in his heart: he was watching the most beautiful city he knew turned into ruins!

This kind of feeling is unacceptable to anyone. The thing they spent their whole life trying to protect is now smashed to pieces by others, and even the dross will not be left for them.

The super city they built after mobilizing countless demons and puppets to collect countless treasures from the whole world, even the Magic Continent, is disappearing from this world at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Everyone knows that after this disaster is over, what remains of Witthollands can only be part of yesterday's Witthollands.

The white palace representing their beliefs, the huge building called the temple, is now emitting thick black smoke, and it has obviously been hit by a bomb.

The source of magic was floating in his room with an ugly expression. He just had a face-to-face collision with a 250 kg aerial bomb.

Obviously, he won, he stopped the bomb attack, and destroyed the bomb in mid-air.

Even he easily intercepted several aerial bombs rushing towards his temple, but he still missed one.

The bomb hit the left side of his shrine, destroying a side shrine there. That building is now billowing with thick smoke, and half of the majestic hall has collapsed.

This is just the power of a 250-kilogram aerial bomb. If there were two or three bombs, maybe the hall has now been completely turned into a pile of broken stones.

What makes Magic Origin even more angry is that not only the side hall, but also his temple of servants of the gods was destroyed... His most loyal and most capable troops may not exist anymore.

The main force was killed without bloodshed, and the largest industrial production base is now in ruins.

He could feel that his strength had been weakened unprecedentedly. At this time, he hated the devil Aresia who betrayed him even more!

"Bastard! Damn it! If it wasn't for that damned traitor! If it wasn't for those stupid guys! How could I have been forced to this point!" He kept cursing, as if there was nothing he could do about the traitor he had created.

"What a shame! What an embarrassment!" He wandered in his temple, chattering like a woman.

While he was cursing and chanting, all the dozens of boilers in the largest steel plant in Witthollands were bombed and destroyed.

At the same time, the production line of the devil's largest shell factory was blown up by a bomb. Thousands of shells that could not be rescued in time exploded, blowing up the entire factory's shell production workshop into the sky.

On the other hand, a puppet manufacturing factory of the devil was also hit by a bomb, and the puppet production line stopped working. Thousands of puppets in production were turned into waste in the fire, and the loss of parts was countless.

The thick city wall collapsed and was damaged, and the anti-aircraft artillery positions deployed on the city wall and the puppet soldiers stationed on the city wall suffered heavy losses.

And those Airan Hill bombers hovering over the city seem to have no intention of leaving.

They are still circling non-stop, and they are still dropping bombs one after another above ten thousand meters.

Thick smoke was billowing in Whithorn, this time the factory was not producing, but the explosion and burning continued...——

The other is later, everyone can watch it tomorrow morning.