Chapter 1044
My Empire Chapter 1044
2020-11-03
Chapter 1044 1046 Burning continuesA bomb exploded next to a factory building built of boulders, and the powerful shock wave knocked down the heavy , smashed the steel-making boiler inside.
The steel-making boiler exploded again, and the molten iron inside became a murder weapon, instantly engulfing the surrounding steel-making demon workers.
The hot crimson liquid after the melting of steel flows along the ground, making a squeaking sound, melting and deforming everything that passes by, until its temperature drops and solidifies into a solid. .
The long, tens of meters high chimney collapsed in the explosion, and the billowing smoke pushed down a nearby building. A just-produced war machine overturned in the crater, and the huge wheels on one side were still turning.
Groups of demons holding buckets and other tools hope to quickly put out the fire in their factory, but soon they find that the flames have reached the roof, and there is no way to get close.
The primordial firefighting method simply cannot deal with such a terrifying scene. The flames quickly melted the steel, and the seemingly invulnerable, indestructible and impregnable workshop collapsed in an instant, turning into a pile of burning ruins.
In the distance, the strange factory next to the temple, known as the Temple of the Servants of the Gods, was also engulfed by the blast.
The servants of the gods on the streets and alleys have all disappeared, leaving only the white robes tumbling in the wind on the ground, trampled and dirty by the fleeing crowd.
The banner of the exotic Magic Eye burned in flames, and screams and panicked shouts and orders were everywhere. The people here have been devastated by something called fear, and they have long since lost their sense of proportion.
What makes these demons desperate is that they have not prepared any bunkers such as bomb shelters, and they have never thought that their temple, which is their capital, the most sacred place, will one day. will be attacked by the enemy.
In the previous propaganda, no one told them that the war had failed to such an extent that they needed to find a place to hide...
What is even more depressing is that this In an ancient city full of theocratic worship, there are no public facilities such as subways that can act as temporary shelters.
There are basements, but if the house above your head collapses, the basement will just be one after another buried alive.
Fleeing demons are everywhere, high-level demons with flesh-winged wings swept over the buildings that were already on the verge of collapse with their children in their arms.
They must cautiously avoid the shockwaves of those explosions, avoid injury, and then fly out of the city as quickly as possible, where there are very few bombs.
Withalans, which originally had a very large area, became a huge target that didn't need to be aimed at. As long as the bomb is casually dropped, it will definitely hit this city that spans both sides of the river.
On the edge of the city, in an air defense position, a demon commander was pointing to the sky, shouting to his men, "Fire! Fire! Don't let them drop bombs! Quick! Fire!"
Although he knew that what he was doing was useless, he still kept shouting in his already hoarse voice.
As if, only in this way, can he vent the despairing emotions in his heart: he is watching the most beautiful city he knows turn into ruins!
This kind of feeling is unacceptable to anyone. What they have spent their entire lives protecting has now been smashed to pieces by others, and even the scum will not be left to them.
They have collected countless treasures from the entire world, including even the magical continent world, and mobilized countless demons and puppets to build a super city, which is now moving from in this world at a speed visible to naked eyes. disappear!
Everyone knows that this disaster is over, and the rest of Wet Holland can only be a part of the Heavenly Might Te Holland yesterday.
The white palace that represents their beliefs, the huge building called the Temple, is now smoking thick black smoke, and it has obviously been hit by a bomb.
The source of magic floated in his room with an ugly face. He had just collided face-to-face with a 250kg aviation bomb.
Obviously he won, he stopped the bomb and destroyed it in midair.
Even with no difficulty he intercepted several aerial bombs that rushed towards his temple, but he still missed one.
The bomb hit the left side of his temple, destroying a side temple there. The building is now billowing with thick smoke, and half of the majestic palace has collapsed.
This is just the power of a 250kg aerial bomb. If it were two or three, maybe that great hall has now completely turned into a pile of broken stones.
What makes the source of magic even more angry is that not only the sub-temple, but also his temple of the servants of the gods was destroyed... His most loyal and capable troop may be out of touch now. Save one.
The main force was killed by others without bloodshed, and the largest industrial production base is now in ruins.
He can feel that his power has been weakened like never before. At this time, he hated the Demon King Aresia who betrayed him even more!
"Bastard! Damn it! If there wasn't that damn traitor! If there weren't those stupid guys! How could I be pushed to this point!" He kept cursing, as if he created the The traitor who came out had no choice.
"What a shame! What a shame!" He drifted in his own temple, chattering like a mother-in-law.
While he was there cursing and muttering, more than a dozen boilers were bombed and destroyed in the largest steel mill in Witholland.
At the same time, the production line of the Devil's largest cannonball factory was blown up by a bomb. Thousands of cannonballs that were too late to be rescued died, and the entire factory's cannonball production workshop was blown into the sky.
On the other hand, a puppet factory of the devil 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 the loss of parts was countless. .
The heavy city wall collapsed and was damaged, whether the anti-aircraft artillery positions deployed on the city wall or the puppet soldiers stationed there suffered heavy losses.
And those Alanhill bombers hovering over the city didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
They are still circling, still dropping bombs one after another over 10,000 meters.
A thick plume of smoke billowing from Witholland. This time it is not the factory that is producing, but the explosion and the burning continues...”
The other one is a little later, everyone See you tomorrow morning.
(End of this chapter)