Arad's Sword

Chapter 210 The Flame of Destruction

The bombs of the Pioneer Boat are of course very different from the Dishashi bombs, and their power is not at the same level at all.

However, they are plentiful, difficult to intercept, and specialized weapons against Legionaries.

Dozens of vanguard boats swooped down one by one, bringing their speed to the fastest, then opened their belly compartments in a well-trained flying attitude, and dropped bombs.

When these big guys followed the inertial track and fell into the rear of the imperial army where the necromancers were hiding, the vanguard boat had already drawn a steep arc, climbed up suddenly, and easily dodged those who were attacking them. Anti-aircraft bullets, as for the magic and heavy arrows with a shorter range, they don't even touch the edge.

At the same time, those bombs with steel casings drew arcs and fell accurately into the enemy's formation, like meteors falling from the sky.

In a blink of an eye, black mushroom clouds rose up in the formation of the Delos Empire. Many elite knights in full armor were blown to pieces, and the necromancers, who were already vulnerable to protection, were even more so. Like a straw, it was killed by the flying shrapnel and shock waves, and it immediately fell down!
"Master Wiseman, we should regroup and restore a tight formation!" An imperial general said to Wiseman with a gloomy face.

Being qualified to enter the sky city, this general is naturally a veteran general who has experienced many battles, even if he is faced with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, he will not be shaken in the slightest.But at this moment, he was shaken. Whether it was the terrifying power of the earth's evil stone bomb, or the silver airships flying in the air that could break through the attack of the earth's evil stone bomb, he couldn't change his mind. .

Air combat, this term is too unfamiliar to this general who has a military career.

He simply couldn't imagine why these tin can-like things could fly, fly so fast, and accurately throw bombs at such a speed that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

The phenomenon itself was beyond the general's comprehension.

For unknown things, people always have a kind of fear in the deepest part of their hearts. The superficial calm cannot change this deep-seated fear. As a result, they can only make the most rigid choices.

For example, shrink the formation to defend.

Even if reason tells this general that no matter how he manages the formation to be impregnable, he cannot resist the attack from the sky, but this is the only choice he can make.

Of course, if he really did this, Midi only needs one bombing to reduce all the soldiers of the empire to ashes.

But it is a pity that the supreme commander of this army is not the army general who is afraid of the sky, but the crazy but wise "Nightmare Hand".

Wiseman Newton glanced at the general with astonished eyes, then tapped his forehead with his finger, and asked unceremoniously: "With all due respect, is there something wrong with your brain? Do you think it's important?" Will the knight's armor stop these bombs? Or do you think it's safe to be a turtle with the tower shield on your head?"

The general's face turned red all of a sudden, but he had no right to refute the questioning of the "Hand of Nightmare".

"Let everyone go up! Attack me with all your strength!" Wiseman sneered, and the banter and sarcasm in his tone was swept away, replaced by an undisguised mad killing intent, "Just let me Let's see, is your airship stronger, or my earth-shattering stone bomb is stronger!"

With the detonation of the earth-shattering stone bomb and the appearance of the vanguard boat, the situation of the entire battlefield began to gradually tilt towards the direction of the end.

Whether it is the genius Midi or the crazy Wiseman, as a commander, no one expects this kind of result. However, when the real battle reaches this level, they realize that the situation has surpassed their own. Take control.

Because the attack power is too strong.

Whether it's a ground bomb that can wipe out an army in one shot, or a vanguard boat that no one can resist, they are all transcendent weapons invented with the help of Sky City's materials.

No, it is no longer a weapon, but a weapon, a large-scale destructive force applied to the battlefield.

In the face of these brand-new weapons with energy as the core attack method, the armor of the knight, the sword of the warrior, the spear and shield of the soldier, these cold weapons are useless.

Of course, after awakening, the personal strength of professionals will be greatly improved, and the role of war weapons such as vanguard boats will naturally decrease.

But now, in this turbulent age where the highest level is only 50 and has not yet awakened, the existence of weapons can directly determine the direction of war.

No unawakened professional can withstand the bombing of the vanguard boat, let alone the frenzied earth stone bomb.

All the commanding skills - strictly guarding against death, luring the enemy deep, multiple breakthroughs, defense in depth, etc., are meaningless in front of these weapons. As for running away, even if you run into a castle, it is just to let the failure come. Just a few seconds at night.

That being the case, when wisdom, courage and skill are all useless, then there is only one correct choice left.

Attack, attack, attack!
Although in the course of this attack, the number of casualties will soar at an astonishing number, but if they do not attack, the only result will be destruction.

Only by destroying the enemy first can you avoid your own destruction, so the only way is to attack!
Under Midi's order, the vanguard boats were like a group of sharks smelling blood, shuttled back and forth in the sky, and poured down a large rain of death on the ground.Amidst the roar of the machine guns, one after another bright lines made up of magic bullets streaked across the sky, interweaving each other to form an overwhelming net, and everything that tried to rise to the sky - whether it was the undead pterosaurs, the hanging city, etc. The flying monsters, or the unlucky birds, were all shot down one by one.

However, although the fire net formed by the rain of bullets is dense, there are still loopholes in the end.

Facing the vanguard boats that could only watch but not fight back, the Delos Empire would naturally not wait to die.Wiseman decisively abandoned the ground troops at the first time-not only those undead who were originally used as cannon fodder, but also all melee troops.

While relying on these abandoned children to attract Midi's attention, the highest-ranking necromancers concentrated their energy on the undead pterosaurs.

Along the way, the imperial army transformed a total of more than 200 pterosaurs. Originally, in Wiseman's plan, most of the pterosaurs were transported back to the Alchemist Guild for specimens and experimental samples, and were used to throw earth stones. Bombs, just a few are enough.

But now, facing the frenzied attack of the vanguard boats, and facing the sky that is almost completely controlled by Midi, the only choice for "Nightmare Hand" is to release all the undead pterosaurs.

The fighting power of these undead pterosaurs is a level lower than that of the blue-scaled pterosaurs. They can't even spray out ice fog, and their flying posture is also slightly stiff.However, they don't fear death, and they don't know pain. Unless their wings are broken and their bodies are shattered, they will continue to fight.

When more than 200 undead pterosaurs took off at the same time, they immediately brought huge obstacles to the vanguard boat group.

Under the direct control of these necromancers, the undead pterosaurs with red eyes and full potential have formed an extremely tight formation, hiding those companions carrying earth stone bombs behind the formation, while they don't care about it. Pounced on the vanguard boat.

Although they don't have the means of long-range attack, they can only use their bodies to resist the artillery of the vanguard boat, but this little time is enough.

No matter how these shark-like vanguard boats attack, penetrate, or even forcefully break through, it is difficult to accurately hit all the targets in such a dense group of pterosaurs.

On the contrary, the necromancers took this opportunity and let the pterosaurs ram it desperately, destroying more than a dozen vanguard boats instead.

And most importantly, two more pterosaurs carrying bombs broke through the blockade of the firepower net and swooped onto the battlefield.

The two earth-shattering stone bombs that slipped through the net detonated at the same time, and instantly, two beams of light shot up into the sky like mountain peaks.Amidst the roar, the quintessential magic power collapsed toward the center again and again, arousing waves of air visible to the naked eye, and countless sandstones and debris.

Midi just glanced at the ground, and he can conclude that the main force of 3000 people has been damaged by more than half, and the remaining people may be less than [-].

In the past, even if they moved to a dozen battlefields for a month or two, they might not lose 500 people, but now, just blinking their eyes, these soldiers who followed him evaporated directly, and even the pain was gone. Can't feel it.

It’s impossible to say that you don’t feel sorry for it. Most of them are dragon warriors, or dragon elites capped at level 50. Although the two parties are still cooperative allies, Midi has long regarded them as direct descendants in his heart. The army is here, and it will be vigorously cultivated in the future, but now, it is gone in an instant, how could it be possible not to feel it?

However, no matter how distressed and angry she felt, Midi's dark eyes were still as cold as blades, not wavering at all, and even suppressed all emotional fluctuations.

Because, this is war.

Every victory is built on the war of countless deaths.

Once everything is done, even if it is a rebirth, it is still impossible to change the ruthlessness of war by one's own power.

If there is anything that can be done, the only choice is to get rid of all emotional interference, choose the best way, and end the war in the shortest possible time!

Thinking of this, Midi maneuvered the vanguard boat into a dive, protruding out of the chaotic sky like a meteor, and rushed towards the rear of the Delos Empire, which had been bombed in a mess.

The next moment, a familiar figure appeared in his vision.

The middle-aged man was standing on a quaint magic altar, holding a longan staff in his hand, and his black robe was fluttering in the scorching hot wind, looking from a distance, like an unfailing banner.

It was "Nightmare Hand" Wiseman Newton.

As if feeling something, Wiseman also raised his head and saw the silver-white vanguard boat in the sky, and the ghost swordsman driving the vanguard boat.

"Let's get it over with, Wiseman? Newton!" Midi sneered, swooping down from midair like a hunting peregrine falcon.

(End of this chapter)