Alien world

Chapter 1884, Section 517: Bombing
Annan stood in front of the railing, while behind him, goblins wearing dew-proof raincoats ran around on the deck, looking very busy.

As they drew closer to their allies, the fleet began to descend.

Looking at the Kingdom's army still fighting, they must have already spotted us, right?
……

In the south, a line of lights, like the morning star, quietly drifts across the horizon, silently cutting through the inky darkness of the early morning.

"Look, over there!"

The neatly arranged points of light in a straight line gradually caught Wang Guojun's attention, and someone pointed to the horizon and exclaimed.

Some soldiers were so caught up in the fighting that they mistook the enemy for new ones, and only realized what was happening when their comrades explained that they were reinforcements.

"They're all airships... How come there are so many?"

The advisors behind Marshal Galkin were chattering away.

"Are our support personnel up there?"

"That's too little."

The kingdom also has airships—bought from Free City—but they can only be used for reconnaissance. Their carrying capacity is so small that it's difficult to fit even a few adults on board. Only Free City has goblins.

The airship that was flying in looked a bit bigger, but not by much.

"Could it be that they're going to arrange it into characters for us to see?" One advisor's guess received considerable approval.

After all, they were surrounded by ratmen on an isolated island, unable to contact the outside world...

As they were thinking this, the reconnaissance airship approached them, and the rows of lights changed direction and began to disperse.

A low, continuous hum could be faintly heard in the air.

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, the reconnaissance airships ignored the rat swarm and arrogantly formed a larger circle around the Kingdom's army.

His subordinate handed him a telescope, which Grand Marshal Galkin took, his brow furrowed as he aimed it at the largest ship, the Beast.

He saw the airship's hull opening, throwing down sealed wooden barrels and large swirls of dark, viscous liquid. It looked like a waterfall, or like black blood flowing from the belly of a giant beast.

He also saw a familiar figure standing on the deck, facing the wind.

"what are they doing?"

"We're here, the supplies have been dropped in the wrong place!" Some soldiers thought the airship was dropping supplies.

"Maybe it's encouraging us to rush over and grab it," his companion laughed loudly.

"Who can beat the ratmen?"

The round wooden barrel crashed into the rat swarm, shattering and splashing black liquid everywhere. The liquid clung to the rat-men's rough, sparse fur, and when it got into their eyes, it stung so badly they couldn't open them.

The rats stared blankly as they licked the liquid that had splashed onto their mouths; it tasted bitter and strange, and they didn't know what it was.

The gray-haired rats hiding deep within the rat swarm were also puzzled and wanted to shoot it down, but they had to ignore it because the airship was floating too high.

As the Kingdom's army, which had been fighting for several days, found amusement amidst their hardship, the reconnaissance airship, having emptied all the barrels and liquid, began to rise at an astonishing speed. Immediately afterward, torches, twinkling in the night sky, were thrown out, falling vertically like sparks from a forging process, towards the swarm of rats that had previously poured out the barrels and liquid.

Grand Marshal Galkin and his advisors followed the falling Mars.

When the first torch was still more than ten meters above the ground, it was as if an invisible fuse had been lit, and the flames spread wildly downwards through the air—boom boom—

A deafening roar, more ferocious than thunder, echoed across the entire plain, its dull thud reverberating. The battlefield was engulfed in a cacophony of noise.

A blazing spark suddenly ignited, the blinding flames tearing through the darkness in an instant, causing both sides to stop in their tracks, illuminating the shocked faces of every soldier, every drop of splattered blood, and the dust drifting in the air.

A huge fireball soared into the sky, and the red clouds rising in the north were clearly visible from the terraced mountains a hundred miles away.

The Wang Guojun soldiers who were holding the line felt as if they had been thrown into a furnace, their eyes and chests burning hot.

For the rats that were closer, the intense visual impact and the scorching heat further demoralized them, leaving them frozen in place, their minds blank.

The area engulfed by flames became a living hell, where ratmen writhed and screamed madly amidst the towering flames. Strong, savage rats, their bodies ablaze, charged about, howling and drawing the inextinguishable flames to more of their kind.

Every now and then, wooden barrels would burst open from the heat, forming a blooming flower of flames around Wang Guojun.

The inferno blocked the subsequent swarm of rats, putting the battlefield on pause; only the panicked hissing of the rats could be heard.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Wang Guojun soldiers recovered their strength. The excellent soldiers knew how to sustain themselves through battle, and they could recover their strength in just a few minutes.

As the fiery clouds that had ignited the sky dimmed, the battlefield, which had been as bright as day, fell into pitch-black darkness, and the still-burning flames, several meters high, became as faint as tiny sparks.

Whether the gray-haired rat priest was frightened or puzzled as to why fel energy was ineffective against this "magic," the anti-magic field failed. Although the battlefield was subsequently sealed off again, the mage group still managed to draw upon the remaining magic power, unleashing several large-scale group auras and clearing away the piles of rat corpses and charred remains in front of them.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Kingdom's army made a sudden advance of a large distance towards Old Val Town. More importantly, like whales breaking through the ice to breathe oxygen, the soldiers, given a chance to catch their breath, were able to hold on for a long time.

The reconnaissance airship descended once more, startling the rat swarm. They screamed and fled from the airship, but when they realized the rats were no longer unleashing their terrifying fire magic, they became enraged and chased after them, tearing pieces of flesh from the edge of the battlefield and ripping them toward the Gray Mountain Range.

Only the largest behemoth remained, drifting directly above the Kingdom's army.

The strategists looked up nervously, worried that the airship would be used on them as it had on the ratmen.

"What nonsense."

Looking up at the behemoth, Grand Marshal Galkin suddenly shouted.

The strategist's fears were partially realized: the Behemoth did indeed drop something, but it wasn't a deadly barrel; it was a leaf in a box.

As Marshal Galgin reached for the leaf, Annan's voice came from within:

"Grand Marshal Galkin, it is I, Annan."

"It's actually a leaf of the World Tree?" one strategist exclaimed, wondering if the conflict between Free City and the Elven Court was just a staged event.

“I know you’re up there.”

Marshal Galkin smiled insincerely, "Annan Reeves, your carefully orchestrated entrance has intimidated my soldiers."

"It's just a small help, you're welcome."

"You think I'd thank you? Annan Reeves, you've wasted your precious firepower on a bunch of slave rats..." Grand Marshal Galkin's tone was one of disappointment and frustration. He could clearly see how valuable this creation, which could ignore the anti-magic field, was, and how it could be incredibly effective at crucial moments, yet Annan had used it to make a grand entrance.

In his mind, Annan was already synonymous with a playboy.

"Don't worry, what we just deployed were just conventional weapons. We can easily make a whole bunch of them," Annan said nonchalantly, but his heart was bleeding.

(End of this chapter)