"It's the first time I've seen such a disgusting city...... Do they burn coal all the time? "The pilot of a B-52 bomber, looking down at the ground in the distance, exclaimed.

To be honest, I don't blame this pilot for making a fuss, this place called a temple by the demons is indeed a little too dirty.

Even in the dirtiest and messier days of Seris City, there is no way to compare to the place in front of you called Witholands.

After all, in those short years, the coal-fired power plant and other factories in Seris City did not add up to so many terrible chimneys emitting pitch-black smoke at the same time.

Flying at an altitude of more than 13,000 meters, in the sealed cockpit of these modified B-52 bombers, pilots, navigators and bombardiers can see what they are about to attack, and of course those opponents who are trying to intercept them.

Thousands of demonic bats hovered in the air at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, almost like a black lake, densely packed like a swarm of bees swaying.

And above this black lake, there are hundreds of huge demon dragons rushing upward. They tried to rush up to an altitude of 10,000 meters, but could not maintain this altitude. So they act like high jumpers, flying high and then diving down.

The most threatening are the Demon Fighters, but they can only barely fly at an altitude of more than 11,000 meters. They tried to fire at the B-52 bomber, only to find themselves carrying weapons that seemed to be incapable of threatening targets 2,000 meters above them.

After all, at this altitude where the air was already quite thin, the working state of the demons' inferior magic engines was not enough to support them for a long stay.

As a result, these poor demonic air forces could only watch as their opponents flew over their heads in droves, calmly approaching the most sacred place in their hearts.

What makes them even more desperate is that at this time, they still have to worry about whether these terrible opponents are carrying weapons of mass destruction such as nuclear weapons, and whether they will destroy the entire Withoran Rains at once.

"Soon, they just want to smoke, and they can't do it." One of the bombardiers heard the command coming from the headset and smiled and pressed a button in front of him.

The hatch in the belly of his B-52 bomber began to slowly open, and one after another 250 kg aerial bombs were exposed to the whistling air current, making a soft noise.

As the hatch opened, the light poured into the bomb bay of the B-52 bomber, and the plane began to shake slightly because it was no longer streamlined.

If it weren't for the fact that it was loaded with so many bombs, the B-52 bomber could fly to an altitude of more than 15,000 meters, and there would be no interception by the Demon fighters there, but reducing the bomb load would obviously affect the bombing effect.

Anyway, this altitude is already very good, so the commanders of the Air Force did not insist on absolute safety, and chose a just right balance to make their opponents even more desperate.

In front of these demonic air forces that intercepted the bombers, hundreds of B-52 bombers opened the bomb bays in the belly of the plane, ready to drop bombs.

And right in front of them, there were huge chimneys everywhere, and Withorans was still billowing smoke, and once again raised the magical defense barrier.

After a short break, the barrier destroyed by cruise missiles was restored to a working state - as for the effect of this ineffective barrier, no one knows.

"Bomb dropping!" The bombardier, who was the first to enter the attack route, pressed the bomb button and whispered the word that made him feel refreshed.

The first 250-kilogram aerial bomb broke away from the pylons and fell lightly towards the ground. Immediately after the second bomb broke away, then the third also began to dive downward.

A second B-52 bomber also began to drop bombs, and in the sight of this bombardier, was the building of a huge demon factory. There was also a chimney next to the building, which seemed to be still producing something.

More B-52 bombers began dropping bombs, and more bombs began to rain down.

A B-52 bomber can carry up to more than 30 tons of bombs, but it is impossible to carry so much ammunition when on a mission.

The B-52 bombers that flew to the Demon Temple of Witholands could only carry 15 tons of bombs each.

However, the scale of hundreds of planes dropping bombs together is enough to cover the entire Witholands.

"Goodbye! Bastard! "A bombardier saw a strangely shaped building in his sight, and he didn't know what it was for, but he pressed the bomb button anyway.

Anyway, whatever it was, he just had to destroy it and leave it in ruins.

A bomb swooped down with the sound of the wind, emitting a sharp buzz. It then slammed into the Magical Defense Barrier, and exploded in an instant, blasting the entire Magical Defense Barrier to pieces.

The hastily raised magical defensive barrier could not resist such a strong impact, and it only took a moment before it was completely shattered again.

The second bomb went straight through the explosion and smashed through the roof of the strangely shaped building. The dimly lit room, filled with pod-like devices, suddenly lit up, and the bomb pierced through the roof and the floor, finally stopping on the next floor.

Two demonic messengers were passing by on stretchers carrying a withered corpse, their eyes wide as they stared through the massive hole in shock at what had pierced their roof.

In the next second, the explosion tore the two of them into countless pieces along with the corpse they were carrying. In just a moment, those deadly shockwaves completely blew up these strangely shaped bathtub-like devices into parts.

The zombie-like magicians lying inside, along with the devices that sustained their fragile lives, disappeared from this world in a matter of seconds.

A mushroom cloud rose into the air, and the surrounding demons watched in shock as this explosion and other explosions spread one after the other.

They saw that the white-robed god attendant who was roaming the streets urging the other demon soldiers to fight instantly collapsed, lost the ability to move, and finally drifted away in the wind, leaving only a white robe hanging to the ground.

They also saw the building that could keep coming out of the god's attendants collapse and roll up a cloud of dust.

They have also witnessed the slow collapse of a demonic empire in the explosion, and a powerful civilization is looking down on them with indifferent eyes.