"This is the first time I have seen such a disgusting city... Do they always burn coal?" A pilot on a B-52 bomber sighed, overlooking the ground in the distance.
To be honest, I don't blame the pilot for making such a fuss. This place, which the demons call a temple, is indeed a bit too dirty.
Even in the dirtiest and most chaotic era of Seris City, there was no way to compare it with the place in front of us called Withollands.
After all, in those short years, the thermal power plant and other factories in Seris City combined 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 cockpits of these modified B-52 bombers, the pilots, navigators and bombardiers can see the targets they are about to attack, and of course they can also see those who are trying to intercept them.
their opponents.
Thousands of demon bats are hovering in the air at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, just like a black lake, densely packed like a swarm of bees swaying.
And above this black lake, there are hundreds of huge magic dragons rushing upwards. They try to rush up to an altitude of 10,000 meters, but cannot maintain this height. So they are like high jumpers, high
Flying high, then swooping down again.
The most threatening ones were the Demon fighter jets, but they could only barely fly at an altitude of more than 11,000 meters. They tried to fire at the B-52 bombers, but found that the weapons they carried seemed unable to threaten those higher than them.
2000m target.
After all, at this height where the air is already quite thin, the devil's inferior magic engines are not working well enough to support their stay for a long time.
As a result, these poor demon airmen could only watch helplessly as their opponents flew in groups above their heads, calmly approaching the most sacred place in their hearts.
What makes them even more desperate is that at this time, they still have to worry about whether these terrible opponents carry weapons of mass destruction such as nuclear weapons, and whether they will destroy the entire Withollands at once.
"Soon, even if they wanted to smoke, they couldn't." A bombardier heard the order coming from the earphones, smiled and pressed a button in front of him.
The hatch on the belly of his B-52 bomber began to slowly open, and the 250-kilogram aerial bombs one after another were exposed to the roaring airflow and made a gentle sound.
As the door opened, light poured into the bomb bay of the B-52 bomber. The aircraft began to shake slightly because it was no longer streamlined.
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 interception by Demon fighter jets there. However, reducing the bomb load will obviously affect the bombing effect.
Anyway, this altitude is already very good, so the air force commanders did not insist on absolute safety, but chose a just right balance to make their opponents even more desperate.
Just in front of these devilish air forces who intercepted the bombers, hundreds of B-52 bombers opened their belly bomb bays and got ready to drop bombs.
And right in front of them, with huge chimneys everywhere and billowing smoke, Withollands once again raised a magic defense barrier.
The barrier that was previously destroyed by the cruise missile returned to a working state after a short rest. As for the effect of this ineffective barrier, no one knows.
"Drop the bomb!" The bombardier who was the first to enter the attack route pressed the button to drop the bomb, and softly said this word that made him feel comfortable all over.
The first 250-kilogram aerial bomb detached from its pylon and fell lightly toward the ground. Immediately after, the second bomb detached, and then the third one also started a dive with its warhead pointed downward.
The second B-52 bomber also started dropping bombs. In the bombardier's sight, there was a huge devil's factory building. There was a chimney next to the building that was emitting black smoke, and it seemed that production was still going on.
What are you wearing?
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 a mission.
Each of the B-52 bombers that flew over the Devil's Temple in Withollands could only carry 15 tons of bombs.
However, the scale of hundreds of aircraft dropping bombs together was enough to cover the entire Withollands.
"Goodbye, bastard!" A bombardier saw a strange-shaped building in his sight. He didn't know what this thing was for, but he still pressed the button to drop the bomb.
Anyway, no matter what that thing is, he just needs to destroy it and turn it into ruins.
A bomb swooped down with the sound of wind and made a sharp buzzing sound. Then it hit the magic defense barrier and exploded instantly, blowing the entire magic defense barrier into pieces.
The hastily raised magic defense barrier was unable to withstand such a strong impact, and was completely shattered once again after only one blow.
The second bomb went directly through the explosion and smashed through the roof of the strange-shaped building. The dark room filled with devices similar to sleeping chambers suddenly became brighter, and the bomb penetrated the roof.
It penetrated the floor again and finally stopped on the next floor.
Two demon messengers were passing by carrying a withered corpse on a stretcher. Their eyes widened in shock, staring at the thing that penetrated their roof through the huge hole.
The next second, the explosion tore the two of them and the carried corpse into countless pieces. Those deadly shock waves completely blew these strange bathtub-like devices into parts in just a moment.
The zombie-like magicians lying inside, along with the devices that maintained their fragile lives, completely disappeared from the world in a matter of seconds.
A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the surrounding demons were shocked as they watched this explosion and other explosions spread one after another.
They saw the white-robed divine waiter who was wandering on the street supervising other demon soldiers to fight, instantly collapsed, lost the ability to move, and eventually floated away in the wind, leaving only a white robe hanging on the ground.
They also saw the building where the servants of God could come out in a steady stream collapsed, kicking up billows of dust.
They also witnessed that a demon empire slowly fell in the explosion, and a powerful civilization was overlooking them with cold eyes.
