One Hundred and Seventy-Six Dangerous Goods

"Why do we object?" An old man with a long beard leaned on his wand and looked at the magician beside him: "Are these mortals being too cautious to ask such questions?"

"Cautiousness is a noble quality... The more cautious they are, the more they prove that they are qualified to join the Seven Kingdoms and dedicate themselves to this continent." Beside the old man, another middle-aged magician was dressed in a dress similar to Vivian's. The magic robe, opened the mouth and praised.

The old man nodded, then looked at the magic apprentice sitting in front of the telegraph, and said, "Call Alan Hill and tell them that the place where the demon passes is already a dead Jedi, if they have a strong means of attack, we recommend that this war should be thrown immediately."

"The puppet empire has yet to show up. I think there must be some conspiracy in this demon invasion!" The middle-aged magician looked at the old man with some unease: "We Greken are not unprepared, we are really here. That day..."

"That's a last resort! It's a last resort than attacking the Eye of Magic with the forbidden magic spell! Greken must accept his ending calmly, but before accepting the ending, we must fight for this country to the last moment!" The old man said firmly.

"Let the mortals use their weapons... If their weapons are sufficient, they can be used once on each of our wings..." After a while of silence, the old man added.

The expression on the face of the middle-aged magician was very interesting. He looked at the old man with a wry smile and said, "Who would have thought that there was a problem in the area that the Eternal Empire was responsible for? They suffered heavy losses, so they barely resisted the demon. On the other side of the mortal empire, I heard that there are not many losses."

"Yeah, Vivienne has brought us a chance of life! If Alan Hill doesn't participate in the battle this time...then we will start the final emergency plan now." The old man said helplessly.

Of course, he knew that launching the emergency plan was equivalent to giving up the world behind Greiken - as long as Greiken started the emergency plan, the army of demon dogs would pass them and invade the Eternal Empire and the Holy Devil Empire behind it. Norma Empire...

At that time, no one knows whether the world of mortals still exists, but the magical world will definitely collapse. In order to survive, the magicians can only retreat into the mortal empire. Without the magic breath, they will be unable to move an inch.

"Maybe, it's not a chance..." The middle-aged magician sighed and said, "I'm looking forward to it, what kind of power their secret weapon will have."

"I'm also looking forward to it... I hope they will give us some more surprises." The old man said with a slight force in his hand holding the magic wand, and said very curiously.

...

"Hey." The telegraph operator far away in Serris tore the content just recorded from the telegraph paper and handed it to the officer waiting by his side: "Encrypted telegram from Grecon! The codebook is not with me! I need a translation. Then present it to Your Majesty!"

"Okay!" The officer took the telegram, walked quickly to the code translation department of Airland Hill, and handed the telegram to the officer in charge of translation: "From Grecon, first-class secret."

"Gricken agreed to use our secret weapon..." A few minutes later, Chris saw the telegram and nodded.

He looked at Buttoria, who was standing beside him, and handed the message to the other party: "Order your troops to carry out the plan of destruction! Throw two atomic bombs where Greken asks to help them stabilize their defenses! "

"As ordered! Your Majesty! I'm looking forward to the performance of the Strategic Air Force!" Buttoria stood at attention in excitement and replied loudly with her head held high.

No one wants to let the atomic bomb explode on their own land, but let the atomic bomb explode in other people's countries, many people are full of expectations. This is a cruel sense of anticipation, expecting countless lives to pay the price of death for their own strength.

At a heavily fortified field airfield in far-flung Grecon, next to a specially modified B-17 bomber.

"I feel like I'm just crazy," Captain Paul complained in front of his crew members while carrying a parachute over himself.

"Driving a converted bomber, carrying a super bomb to an altitude of 10,000 meters... There are demons under my feet... I want to say that everyone on the mission is a lunatic, including myself." Bombardier He grinned and laughed at his own bomber.

There, the ground crew had already hung the massive bomb in the specially modified bomb bay of the B-17 bomber. And check all equipment.

"There is no need to drop the height! Wherever this thing is thrown, it can evaporate all the creatures within a radius of several kilometers!" The officer of the technical department explained the content of this mission carefully: "What you need to do is before the bomb is dropped. Check the status of the bomb! Then turn around and leave immediately after the bomb is dropped!"

"20 B-17 bombers will follow you! Before the bombs are dropped, there will be a bomber formation below you to shield you from the ground attack! So you are absolutely safe!" The officer said, while He pointed to the bomber formation on standby in the distance.

"The airport next door will take off fighter jets to escort you! There will be fighter jets escorting you all the way! We have arranged a total of 50 Mustang fighter jets!" He finally said a few words and gave the order to set off: "Everyone! Leave yourself alone. Something to say to your family! Check your gear and go!"

"The reconnaissance plane and the dragon knight of the Eternal Empire have already reported the location of the gathering of the demon dogs, and the monsters over there are everywhere! But after we attacked, there will be nothing there!" Paul, the captain of the plane, climbed on the B-17 The bomber's ladder, turned back and pulled a co-pilot.

"Yes, in theory, there are no demons, no magicians, and even bacteria." The co-pilot also read the detailed introduction of the bomb before departure, and answered with lingering fears.

The manual says that the bomb they brought to Grecon from Ireland Hill was powerful enough to destroy a city. Although they find this kind of thing unbelievable, they choose to believe that the description in the instruction manual of the weapon is true.

Anyway, more than a year ago, they didn't believe that mortals could fly, and they didn't believe that Alan Hill could get to where it is today. So now they believe everything about Ailan Hill, and believe everything with a taste of blindness.

"The cover formation will take off first! Then check the runway! All stones larger than the size of booger must be picked up!" The commander of the ground crew ordered his men loudly.

Everyone was a little nervous, after all, they had seen the bomb with their own eyes, and the most mysterious and advanced reminder sign was drawn on it. The pattern composed of yellow and black makes people feel very eye-catching at first glance.

A B-17 bomber pod rose from the ground, the roar of its engines deafening. The second plane soared into the sky behind it. The B-17 bombers parked on the edge of the runway have already started their engines, and on the B-17 carrying out special tasks, the ground crew is still carefully checking all the places that can be checked.

As the planes took off one by one, the entire airport runway became empty. The ground crew gave the last B-17 a thumbs-up, and they had scrutinized the entire runway.

Paul took a deep breath and pushed the engine output lever, and the special B-17 he was piloting began to taxi forward against the runway.

Above the sky, the bombers in charge of covering began to form, and Paul flew his bomber above the clouds. Because there is no need for so-called bombing accuracy, he can fly at this inaccessible altitude throughout the entire journey.

The fighters who protected him surrounded him, giving him an unparalleled sense of security. The dense formation of Mustang fighter jets looks spectacular, and under the belly of each aircraft, there are auxiliary fuel tanks for increasing the range.

"This is the ground guidance station! This is the ground guidance station! Your heading is correct! There is no deviation!" In the earphone, the voice of the ground guidance station came clearly: "In a few minutes, you will enter the demon occupation area. Open the shield! Radio silence begins!"

"The Destroyer understands!" Paul replied by pressing the intercom, then nodded to the navigator behind him.

The navigator stretched out his hand and twisted the defensive device with the magic spar pillar inserted. In an instant, the fuselage of this B-17 began to spread out shimmering patterns, which looked extremely splendid.

As the plane began to light up, all the B-17 bombers flying below lighted up their defensive magic shields. The inscriptions engraved on the plane's body all radiated a pale blue light at this moment.

Only the front two B-17 bombers did not light up the magic barrier, which was responsible for navigating all the aircraft behind. To ensure the safety of navigation, two pilot aircraft are used at the same time.

A few minutes after Paul and the others took off, on the tarmac of another field airfield, the ground crew lifted the canvas in front of them. An equally huge bomb with warning signs outlined in yellow and black appeared in front of them.

"Gentlemen! Be careful!" The leading ground crew reminded their companions, and then began to nervously hoist the bomb into the bomb bay of the modified B-17 bomber.

In the distance, Air Force Paratrooper Commander Hart put down the weapon manual in his hand and turned his head to look at his staff: "I only know now that the bombers that flew with us... actually carried such a damn thing. the stuff..."

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