Falk burst out of the building he was in, and as he pushed open the door, he saw a cannonball land on a nearby block.

He could feel the buzzing of that day on the battlefield in his ears again, and he watched the explosion appear before his eyes again.

The roofs of the buildings in the distance slowly tilted in the explosion, and eventually collapsed overwhelmed.

The nearby neighborhood was instantly flooded with dust, followed by even more muffled sounds.

It was the sound of building after building collapsing in shaking, the sound of desperate destruction!

"Whew......" In the sound of the explosion, a piercing roar suddenly came, and Fakker looked up, frowning to find the source of the noise, and then he saw a flying cross-like thing, speeding over his head.

Of course, he didn't know that it was an A-10 attack plane, and of course he didn't know that the deadly aircraft was covered with dangerous rockets under its wings.

Thankfully, the target of the A-10 attack plane was not where Fokker was, but the target of the plane was the barracks of the Holy Religious Army outside the city.

Seeing the A-10 attack plane, which had flown over Fokker's head, began to dive, spewing out strips of white smoke out of sight outside the city, Fokker felt his whole body tremble.

"Boom! Rumble! As the white smoke slammed into the ground, a roar rang out of the city in the distance. Explosions came one after another, and it seemed that only explosions and fires were left in the whole world.

"This ...... What the hell is going on? Pushing away an officer of the Holy Cult who had arrived, the Pope walked out of the house, into the clearing, and stood beside Fauc and asked.

"This ...... That's the anger of the 'false gods'......" Fauck replied somewhat absent-mindedly.

In fact, he no longer felt that the other party was a false god. If a person with such a powerful power is a false god, then the gods that the Holy See believes in may not even be as good as a false god.

The "Hu ......" engine roared, and an A-10 attack plane, which had just finished firing rockets, circled in the sky and returned to the battlefield.

It seemed to have chosen its target and began to dive over the city. Immediately after that, this strange flying cross began to spew forward in a straight line that shone with light.

And on the ground, where these straight lines were hit, wisps of white smoke began to spread forward, spreading all the way to the place where Fokker and the Pope were.

What's even more terrifying is that where the white smoke rises, the stones are even shattered, and the soldiers are screaming and spewing blood mist, and it is really a mess of people on their backs.

"Danger!" Faucer subconsciously hugged his head and scurried, and the Pope hurriedly threw himself aside regardless of his prestige.

The straight line, ploughed out by the 10 mm caliber GAU-30 cannon mounted on the nose of the A-8 attack aircraft, passed through the place where Fokker and the Pope were standing just now? It continued into the distance.

Falk's adjutant who didn't have time to dodge, and the two generals of the Holy See? Hit by a 30 mm caliber cannon shell? As a matter of course, it became a part state.

Is it a real part condition? Not an exaggeration at all. A man flew out with half of his body? The other man had his head and an arm detached from his body.

Even? A section of intestines flew to the Pope's side, and some of the blood on it even landed on the Pope's robe.

"Ahh Yes! A general with his knee shattered rolling on the ground and screaming on the ground with his remaining half of his thigh in his hands. He wants to try to pick up his feet? only to find that the calf above the ankle was gone.

Minced meat? He didn't know which piece was on his calf, so he could only rummage around there, grabbing a piece from time to time.

The waiter, who had just served these generals drinking inside, couldn't help but start retching when he saw the bloody scene in front of him.

He almost threw up his stomach? Because he really saw a half-cut corpse, with his stomach and intestines hanging outside, it was called a disgust.

Where was baptized by the GAN-8 cannon? It can definitely be described as a mess. On the ground were deep pits left by dense armor-piercing shells, and the targets hit by the dense barrage were only miserable.

Falk is also a veteran general who has seen strong winds and waves? He has been on the battlefield for so many years, and he has seen many dead people.

And he has just been bombed by drones in the contest with the Irlanhill Empire, which can be regarded as well-informed.

So he was still somewhat immune to the scene in front of him, and he resisted the feeling of vomiting. Staggering along? Lifted the Pope up.

"His Majesty the Pope...... You? Are you alright? Faulk asked, waving his hand away from the dust around him.

"They are the devil! They are devils from hell! They are not false gods! They are the demons who have come to destroy this world! The Pope grabbed Falk's hand with a pale face and said in an excited tone: "It must be eliminated!" They must be destroyed! ”

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Seeing that there were some blood stains on the Pope's robe, Faulk nervously held the Pope, trying to find a wound on his body.

He'd seen too many people who were wounded on the battlefield and didn't realize it because of their nervousness. So he was afraid that the Pope would really be wounded, or that he was really afraid that the Pope would die here in such a muddle.

You know, the Pope is their only chance to win the war! If the Pope hadn't been here, the Rock Empire would have surrendered long ago in the face of those powerful gods alone.

Amid his shouts, the Pope finally came to his senses. He looked down at the blood on the hem of his shirt and realized that he might be wounded.

It's just that he didn't feel any pain coming from his body, so he could only touch it with his hands to see if he could feel the wound.

Just as he reached out to touch his body, several soldiers hurried over. They had just seen their general being attacked by enemy troops, so they rushed over to help.

It was only at this time that Fokker realized that as a general, he didn't even have a weapon when the enemy was already attacking!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! He shouted loudly, and then shouted to the gathered soldiers: "Where is my armor?" Where's my saber? ”

The Pope on the side finally confirmed that he was not injured and that the blood was someone else's. So he also calmed down and shouted to Falk: "I'm fine! I'm not hurt! ”