Almost at the same moment, on the front line, which was very far away from Withorans, the demonic recruits who had been imagined to be very miserable were enjoying a feast that was very luxurious for them.

Each demon was given a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water—a treatment they couldn't have imagined.

In the past, they may have been a little resistant to this kind of food, but now that the demon's supply has completely collapsed, these foods, in front of the demon troops who have been hungry for several days, are simply like a full feast.

They munched on bread with happy smiles on their faces. They laid down their weapons as ordered, and immediately came to the Pure Land of Bliss.

"True Fragrance ......" is fundamentally different from what the demons of Withorans imagined, and the demons here have already lived happy lives.

The army of the Iran Hill Empire was passing by these captives who had just surrendered their weapons, and they looked curiously at these former enemies who seemed to be reincarnated by starving ghosts, with no special expression on their faces.

They didn't have time to deal with these poor creatures who had surrendered, because they had to kill Witholands as fast as they could.

……

"Woo......" As the hungry demon swallowed at a rotting corpse on the outskirts of Witholands, a terrible sound echoed in the sky.

It was the sound of a defensive horn, a sound that could only be heard when the nightmare began.

Raising his head, the demon worker narrowed his eyes, and he finally realized that the dark clouds in the sky were actually dense human bombers.

"Boom!" Not far away, in a makeshift fortification made of rubble, an anti-aircraft gun let out a deafening roar.

However, although the momentum is huge, the shells fired by these anti-aircraft guns can rarely threaten the altitude of 13,000 meters.

The surrounding demons were really taken aback by this anti-aircraft cannon, they had never seen such a weapon that could attack the enemy so earth-shattering.

However, when they figured out that these powerful weapons still could not defeat a formidable enemy, they were filled with fear for the future.

"The enemy is coming! The enemy is coming! A winged demon skimmed low in the air, loudly reminding his fellow citizens to hurry up and dodge, or to hurry up and fight.

With his shout, the black Irlanhill Imperial bombers had already flown above the heads of these demons.

The obscured bomber opened its bomb bay and poured old bombs hanging from it on the heads of the poor demons.

"Boom!" In the face of the bombs that rained down, the anti-aircraft guns on another anti-aircraft gun position fired a shell into the sky.

"Fire! Fire! Drive away those damn bombers! Fast! A demon pointed to the sky and shouted at the demon gunners beside him.

Almost indistinguishable from the ruins, Wittholands raised the magical defensive barrier, and as the ground shook and the heavy magical defensive barrier began to crumble, followed by the raindrops of bombs.

"Boom!" This time, it was even more shaky and deafening. Because this time the explosion came from an aerial bomb, not the roar of an anti-aircraft gun.

After discovering that Witholands was a brick and stone building, and the architectural style was relatively heavy, this time the bombers of the Irlanhill Empire carried 500 kg aerial bombs that were more effective against masonry structures.

The weight was doubled, and the charge naturally became larger. The explosion is more violent, the shock wave is more ferocious, and the destruction effect is naturally better.

A large aerial bomb exploded in a street, spreading out a huge shockwave that knocked down the surrounding walls.

The earth began to shake in an instant, and the dust on the ground was bounced high, and then swept in all directions by the shock wave.

The ancient, tall building collapsed with a bang, smashing into the rubble of another building that had been destroyed by the previous bombing, rolling up a cloud of dust.

The whole earth trembled in the explosions, one after the other, and the explosions still covered one side from side to the other as if they were a carpet covering the whole of Witthorlands.

The covered area was nowhere to be seen, and the dust raised engulfed the fallen and unfallen buildings. And where it was not covered in dust, it was engulfed by a new explosion in the next second.

Once again, Witholands was covered in an explosion, and the flames of the explosion and the smoke billowing and tumbling into the sky were everywhere.

The magic energy liquid stored in the city finally exploded this time, and the factory that could barely work was completely turned into a sea of fire in the explosion.

The heavy walls crumbled in the explosion, and the stone bars that had built the walls fell into the barracks at the foot of the walls, smashing on the frightened four-legged orangutans.

The screams were drowned out by the sound of the explosion, and when the explosion died down, the curses and pleadings of the wounded could be heard again.

On the bumpy bomber, a pilot of the Iran Hill Empire, looking at the black dragon hovering helplessly under his feet, adjusted his course slightly.

His navigator glanced at the map, checked the satellite navigation system in front of him, and said, "I haven't seen so many bombers flying bombing missions continuously." ”

"No way, there is a death order from above, I heard that this war will be ended within these two months......" The pilot maneuvered the plane, which had become unusually light after the bomb was dropped, and said to his navigator: "So we must go out and completely raze this city to the ground!" ”

"If it weren't for the mood of the demons who surrendered, we would have attacked with a nuclear warhead...... "The bombardier said as he removed his eyes from the sight.

"We've discussed this topic before...... "The navigator shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "We just need to carry out the task, and we don't have to worry about the idle things." ”

Thousands of bombers flew by, the smoke gradually cleared, and the sound of explosions continued to rise one after another.

Breaking free from the floating dirt on the ground, the emaciated demon worker squinted and looked around. The ruins he had just desperately cleared became even more shattered. Everywhere there were ruins, stumps and broken arms, and distorted and completely scrapped machinery and equipment.

"Ah...... My lord? My lord? He crawled forward on his knees, crawled to the side of the demonic officer, and reached out to shake the body lying on the ground.

As a result, he felt black blood, viscous and slowly drying up on his palm.