A bomb exploded next to a factory built of huge stones. The powerful shock wave knocked down the thick walls and destroyed the steel-making boiler inside.
The steel-making boiler exploded again, and the molten iron inside turned into a murderous weapon, instantly engulfing the demonic steel-making workers around it.
The hot red liquid after the steel melted flowed along the ground, making a gurgling sound, melting and deforming everything that passed by. It did not stop until its temperature dropped and it solidified.
The long, dozens of meters high chimney collapsed in the explosion, and the billowing smoke knocked down a nearby building. A newly produced war machine overturned in the crater, with the huge wheels on one side still there.
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Groups of demons held buckets and other tools hoping to put out the fire in their factory quickly, but they soon discovered that the flames had reached the roof and there was no way to get close.
Primitive fire-fighting methods were simply unable to cope with such a horrific scene. The flames quickly melted the steel, and the seemingly indestructible factory building collapsed in an instant and turned into a pile of burning ruins.
The strange factory in the distance next to the temple, known as the Temple of the God's Attendants, was also enveloped and swallowed up by the explosion.
All the divine attendants on the streets have disappeared, leaving only the white robes billowing in the wind on the ground, which were trampled and dirty by the fleeing crowd.
The banner of the exotic Magic Eye was burning in the flames, and there were screams and panicked orders everywhere. The people here were devastated by something called fear, and they had long lost any
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What makes these demons despair is that they have not prepared any bunkers such as air-raid shelters. They have never thought that their temple, the most sacred place in their capital, will one day be attacked by the enemy.
And in the previous propaganda, no one told them that the war had failed to this point and they needed to find a place to hide...
What is even more depressing is that in this ancient city, full of theocratic worship, there are no public facilities such as subways that can serve as temporary shelters.
There are basements, but if the house above them collapses, the basements will be nothing more than tombs buried alive one after another.
There were running demons everywhere, and high-level demons with flesh wings carrying their children passed by the crumbling buildings.
They must carefully avoid the shock waves caused by the explosions to avoid injury, and then fly out of the city as quickly as possible, after all, there are very few bombs falling there.
Withollands, which originally covered a huge area, has become a giant target that does not need to be aimed at. As long as a bomb is dropped casually, it will definitely hit this city that spans both sides of the river.
On the edge of the city, on an anti-aircraft position, a demon commander was pointing to the sky and kept shouting to his men: "Fire! Fire! Don't let them drop any more bombs! Hurry! Fire!"
Although he knew that what he was doing was useless, he still kept shouting with his hoarse voice.
It seemed that this was the only way to vent the despair in his heart: he was watching the most beautiful city he knew turn into ruins!
This kind of feeling is unacceptable to anyone. The thing they have spent their whole lives protecting has been smashed to pieces by others, and even the scum will not be left to them.
They collected countless treasures from the entire world, including the Magic Continent, and mobilized countless demons and puppets to build the super city. Now it is disappearing from this world at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Everyone knows that after this disaster is over, the remaining Withollands will only be a part of yesterday's Withollands.
The white palace that represents their faith, 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 had just collided face-to-face with a 250 kilogram aerial bomb.
Obviously, he won. He stopped the bomb's attack and destroyed it in mid-air.
He even easily intercepted several aerial bombs heading towards the temple where he was, but he still missed one.
The bomb hit the left side of his temple, destroying an auxiliary hall there. The building is now billowing with thick smoke, and half of the majestic hall has collapsed.
This is just the power of one 250-kilogram aerial bomb. If there were two or three bombs, the hall might have been completely turned into a pile of broken stones.
What makes the source of magic even more angry is that not only the auxiliary temple was destroyed, but also his God's Attendant Temple... His most loyal and capable troops may now be gone.
The main force was killed without bloodshed, and the largest industrial production base was now in ruins.
He could feel that his power had been weakened as never before. At this time, he hated the Demon King Aresia who betrayed him even more deeply!
"Asshole! Damn it! If there hadn't been that damn traitor! If there hadn't been those stupid guys! How could I have been forced to this point!" He kept cursing, as if there was nothing he could do against the traitor he had created.
"What a shame! What a embarrassment!" He wandered in his temple, chattering like a woman.
While he was cursing and chanting there, more than a dozen boilers in the largest steel plant in Withollands were all destroyed by bombing.
At the same time, the Devil's largest artillery shell factory was destroyed by a bomb, and the production line was destroyed. Thousands of artillery shells that were too late to be rescued exploded, and the entire artillery shell production workshop of the factory was blown into the sky.
On the other hand, one of the Devil's puppet manufacturing factories was also hit by a bomb. The puppet production line stopped working. Thousands of puppets being produced were turned into scraps in the fire, and countless parts were lost.
The thick city walls collapsed and were damaged, and both the anti-aircraft gun positions deployed on the walls and the puppet soldiers stationed there all suffered heavy losses.
The group of Airan Hill bombers hovering over the city seemed to have no intention of leaving just yet.
They are still circling, still dropping bombs one after another thousands of meters above.
Withollands was filled with thick smoke. This time it was not the factory that was producing, but the explosion and burning that continued...——
The other update will be later, so you can check it out tomorrow morning.
