One Thousand Sixty-Six Viscous Blood

Almost at the same moment, on the front line very far away from Whithorn, those devil supplementary soldiers, who were imagined to be very miserable, were enjoying a very luxurious meal for them.

Every demon was given a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water. For them, this kind of treatment was unimaginable.

In the past, they might have been a little resistant to this kind of food, but now that the demon's supplies have completely collapsed, these foods are like a full feast in front of the demon troops who have been starving for a few days.

They chewed the bread with happy smiles on their faces. They dropped their weapons as ordered, and as a result came to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss immediately.

"It's really fragrant..." It's completely different from the imagination of the demons of Whithorans. The demons here have already lived a happy life.

The army of the Alan Hill Empire was passing by these captives who had just handed over their weapons. They looked curiously at these former enemies who seemed to be reincarnated from starvation ghosts, without any special expressions on their faces.

They didn't have time to deal with these poor creatures who surrendered, because they wanted to use the fastest speed to kill Whitholrance.

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"Woo..." When the famished demon swallowed a sentence at the rotting corpse in the outskirts of Witthollands, a shrill sound echoed in the sky.

That was the sound of the defense horn, and it was the sound that could only be heard when the nightmare started.

Raising his head, the devil worker squinted his eyes, and he finally discovered that the dark clouds in the sky were actually densely packed human bombers.

"Boom!" In the open space not far away, inside the temporary fortification built of rubble, an anti-aircraft gun let out a deafening roar.

However, despite the great momentum, the shells fired by these anti-aircraft guns rarely threaten the altitude of 13,000 meters.

The demons around were really taken aback by this anti-aircraft gun. They had never seen such a weapon that could attack the enemy so shockingly.

However, when they figured out that these powerful weapons were still unable to defeat the terrible enemy, they were full of fear for the future.

"The enemy is coming! The enemy is coming!" A winged demon flitted across the sky, loudly reminding his compatriots to avoid or fight quickly.

With his cry,

The black Alan Hill Empire bomber has already flown over the heads of these demons.

The bomber that covered the sky opened its own bomb bay, and then poured the old bombs hanging inside on the heads of these poor demons.

"Boom!" Facing the bombs falling like raindrops, another anti-aircraft gun on the anti-aircraft gun position fired a shell into the sky.

"Fire! Fire! Get rid of those damn bombers! Quick!" A demon pointed to the sky and shouted loudly at the demon gunner beside him.

The magic defense barrier was raised in Whithorans, which was almost the same as the ruins, and the thick magic defense barrier began to collapse amidst the ground shaking, followed by those raindrop-like bombs falling down.

"Boom!" This time, the ground shook even more, and it was even more deafening. Because this time the explosion came from aerial bombs, not the roar of anti-aircraft guns.

After discovering that the Wheathorns are all masonry structures, and the architectural style is relatively heavy, this time the bombers of the Alan Hill Empire carried 500 kilograms of aerial bombs that are more effective against masonry structures.

The weight has doubled, and the charge is naturally larger. The explosion was more violent, the shock wave was more ferocious, and the destruction effect was naturally better.

A large aerial bomb exploded on a street, and the huge shock wave spread, knocking down the surrounding walls one after another.

The ground began to vibrate in an instant, and the dust on the ground was bounced high, and then swept in all directions by the shock wave.

The old and tall building collapsed, hitting the ruins of another building that was destroyed by the previous bombing, and a cloud of dust was thrown up.

The whole earth trembled in the explosion, one after another, and those explosions still seemed to cover the entire Wethorlands like a carpet, covering from one side to the other.

The covered area was invisible, and the dust that was raised engulfed the buildings that fell and did not fall. The places that were not covered by dust were engulfed by a new explosion in the next second.

The Whithorns was once again submerged and covered by the explosion, and the flames of the explosion and the thick smoke billowing into the sky were everywhere.

The magical energy liquid stored in the city finally exploded this time, and the factory that could barely work was completely turned into a sea of ​​flames during the explosion.

The thick city wall collapsed in the explosion, and the stone strips that built the city wall fell into the barracks at the foot of the city wall, hitting the frightened four-legged orangutans.

The screams were swallowed by the explosion, and when the explosion gradually subsided, the curses and pleadings of the wounded could be heard again.

On the turbulent bomber, a pilot of the Alan Hill Empire looked at the black dragon hovering helplessly under his feet, and adjusted his course slightly. Update the fastest mobile terminal::

His navigator glanced at the map, checked the satellite navigation system in front of him, and chatted: "I have never seen so many bombers performing bombing missions in a row."

"No way, the higher-ups have issued a death order. I heard that this war will end within these two months..." The pilot manipulated the plane that had become extremely light after dropping the bomb, and said to his navigator: "So we must Let's go out and completely raze this city to the ground!"

"If we hadn't taken into account the mood of the demons who surrendered, we would have directly attacked with nuclear warheads..." the bomber removed his eyes from the sight and said.

"We have discussed this topic before..." The navigator shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "We just need to carry out the mission, and don't worry about the extra business."

Thousands of bombers flew over mightily, the smoke gradually cleared away, and the sound of explosions continued one after another.

Breaking free from the floating dirt on the ground, the thin demon worker narrowed his eyes and looked around. The ruins he had just so desperately cleared became even more fragmented. There are ruins everywhere, broken limbs and arms everywhere, and twisted and deformed mechanical equipment that are completely scrapped.

"Ah... my lord? My lord?" He knelt on the ground and crawled forward, crawling to the side of the demon officer, reaching out his hand to shake the body lying on the ground.

As a result, he touched black blood, which was extremely viscous, slowly drying up on his palm.

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