Chapter 1046: Burning continues

A bomb exploded next to a factory built with huge rocks, and the powerful shock wave tore down the heavy walls and smashed the steel-making boiler inside.

The steel-making boiler exploded again, and the molten iron inside became a murderous weapon, instantly engulfing the surrounding steel-making demon workers.

After the steel melted, the hot red liquid flowed along the ground, making a creaking sound, melting and deforming everything passing by, and stopped until the temperature dropped down and solidified.

The long, tens of meters high chimney collapsed in the explosion, and the tumbling smoke knocked down a building next to it. A war machine that had just been produced fell over in the crater, and the huge wheel on one side was still spinning.

A group of demons were holding buckets and other tools, hoping to extinguish the fire in their factory, but soon they discovered that the flames had reached the roof, and they couldn't get close at all.

The original fire fighting method could not cope with such a terrible 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 next to the temple in the distance, known as the Temple of the Attendant, was also engulfed by an explosion.

The **** waiters on the streets and alleys have all disappeared, leaving only the white robe tumbling with the wind on the ground, which was trampled dirty by the fleeing crowd.

The big flag full of exotic magic eyes burned in the flames, and there were screams and panic shouts of commands everywhere. The people here have been ravaged by something called fear, and they have long since lost their sense of measure.

What makes these demons desperate is that they have not prepared any bunker such as air-raid shelters, and they have never thought that their temple, that is, their capital, the most sacred place, will one day be attacked by the enemy.

As for the previous propaganda, no one has told them that the war has been defeated to this point and they need 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 basement is nothing more than one grave after another.

There were fleeing demons everywhere, high-level demons with fleshy wings holding their children across the crumbling buildings.

They must carefully avoid the shock waves formed by the explosion, avoid injury, and then fly out of the city as soon as possible, after all, there are very few bombs falling there.

The Withalans, which originally had a super-wide area, became a huge target that didn't need to be aimed at. As long as you drop a bomb casually, you will definitely hit this city that straddles the river.

On the edge of the city, on an air defense position, a demon commander is pointing to the sky and shouting at his men non-stop: "Fire! Fire! Don't let them drop bombs again! Quick! Fire!"

Although he knew what he was doing was useless, he still kept yelling in an already hoarse voice.

It seems that the only way to vent the desperate mood in his heart: he is watching the most beautiful city he knows, turning into a ruin!

This kind of feeling is unacceptable to anyone. They have exhausted the things they have to protect in their lives. Now they are shattered by others, and even the dregs will not be left to them.

They have mobilized countless demons and puppets to build the super city that they found in the entire world, even including the countless treasures of the Magic World, is now disappearing from this world at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Everyone knows that after this disaster has passed, the remaining Witthallans can only be part of the Witthallans yesterday.

The white palace that represents their beliefs, the giant building called the temple, is now in thick black smoke, and it has obviously been hit by a bomb.

The source of magic wandered in his room with an ugly face. He had just collided face-to-face with a 250 kg aerial bomb.

Obviously, he won, he stopped the bomb's attack, and destroyed the bomb in mid-air.

Even he easily intercepted several aerial bombs that rushed towards his temple, but he still missed one.

The bomb hit the left side of his temple and blew up an auxiliary temple there. The building was now billowing with smoke, and the majestic hall had collapsed in half.

This is only the power of a 250 kg aerial bomb. If there are two or three, the main hall may have completely turned into a pile of broken stones.

What made the source of magic even more angry was that not only the auxiliary hall was destroyed, but also his temple of the servant of the gods...His most loyal and most capable army may now be out of ten.

The main force was wiped out without blood, and the largest industrial production base is now in ruins.

He could feel that his strength was unprecedentedly weakened. At this time, he hated the Demon King Alicia who had betrayed him even more!

"Asshole! Damn! If there is no such **** traitor! If there are not those stupid guys! How could I be forced to this point!" He kept cursing, as if there was nothing he could do with the traitor he created by himself.

"What a shame! What a embarrassment!" He wandered in his temple, chattering like a mother-in-law.

While he was cursing and talking about it, all a dozen boilers in the largest steel plant in Witthawrans were bombed and destroyed.

At the same time, the devil’s largest shell factory was destroyed by bombs. Thousands of shells that were too late to be rescued exploded, sending the entire factory's shell production workshop to the sky.

On the other hand, one of the devil’s puppet manufacturing plants was also hit by a bomb. The puppet production line stopped working. Thousands of puppets in production were turned into waste in the raging fire, and the loss of parts was countless.

The heavy city wall collapsed and damaged, whether the anti-aircraft gun positions deployed on the city wall, or the puppet soldiers stationed there, all suffered heavy losses.

The Ailan Hill bomber group hovering over the city seemed to have no intention of leaving.

They are still hovering non-stop, still dropping one bomb after another above 10,000 meters.

There was a thick smoke billowing in Witholens. This time it was not the factory producing, but the explosion and burning continued......——

The other is later, so everyone can watch it tomorrow morning.