A bomb exploded next to a boulder-built building, and the powerful blast wave tore down the heavy walls and smashed the steel-making boiler inside.

The steelmaking boiler exploded again, and the molten iron inside turned into a murderous weapon, engulfing the demonic workers around him in an instant.

The red-red liquid, which had melted the steel, flowed along the ground with a clattering sound, melting and deforming everything that passed by until its temperature dropped and solidified itself.

The long, dozens of meters high chimney collapsed in the explosion, and the billowing smoke and dust toppled a nearby building. A freshly produced war machine toppled over in the crater, one side of the huge wheel still spinning.

Groups of demons with buckets and other tools tried to extinguish the fire in their factory, but soon they found that the flames had reached the rooftops and there was no way to get closer.

Primitive firefighting methods simply cannot cope with such a terrible scene. The flames soon melted the steel, and the seemingly impregnable factory collapsed in an instant, turning it into a burning pile of ruins.

In the distance, the strange factory next to the temple, known as the Temple of the Divine Attendants, was also engulfed in the explosion.

The gods and attendants in the streets and alleys were all gone, leaving only the white robes that rolled in the wind on the ground, trampled and dirty by the fleeing crowd.

The banner of the Eye of Magic, imbued with exotic vibes, burned in the flames, and screams and panicked shouts of command were everywhere. The people here are ravaged by something called fear, and they have long lost any sense of proportion.

What made these demons desperate was that they had not prepared any shelters or anything like bomb shelters, and they never imagined that their temple, their capital, the most sacred place, would one day be attacked by the enemy.

And the previous propaganda, no one told them that the war had been lost to this point, and they needed to find a place to hide......

What's even more depressing is that in this ancient, theocratic city, there are no public facilities such as subways that can be used as temporary bunkers.

There are basements, but if the houses above the head collapse, the basements are just graves buried alive one after another.

Everywhere there were running demons, high-ranking demons with flesh-winged arms carrying their children over the already crumbling buildings.

They had to carefully avoid the blast waves of the explosions, avoid injury, and then fly out of the city as quickly as possible, as there were very few bombs falling there.

Witholands, which was already super sprawling, became a giant target that didn't need to be aimed at at all. As long as you drop a bomb, you are sure to hit this city that straddles both sides of the river.

At the edge of the city, in an air defense position, a demonic commander was pointing to the sky and shouting to his men: "Fire!" Fire! Don't let them drop bombs again! Fast! Fire! ”

Although he knew that what he was doing was useless, he still kept screaming in his hoarse voice.

It was as if this was the only way to vent the despair in his heart: he was watching the most beautiful city he knew turn into ruins!

This kind of feeling is unacceptable to anyone, they have spent their lives trying to protect something, and now they have been smashed by others, and even the scum will not be left for them.

The countless treasures they scavenged in the entire world, even including the world of the Magic Continent, mobilized countless demons and puppets, and the super city they built is now disappearing from this world at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Everyone knows that after this disaster, the remaining Witholands can only be a part of Witholands yesterday.

The white palace that represented their faith, the huge building called the Temple, was now emitting thick black smoke, apparently hit by a bomb.

Magical Origin floated around his room with an ugly face, he had just collided face-to-face with a 250-kilogram aerial bomb.

Obviously, he won, he stopped the bomb and destroyed it in midair.

He even managed to intercept several aerial bombs that rushed towards his temple, but he missed one.

The bomb hit the left side of his temple, destroying a secondary hall there. The building was now billowing with smoke, and half of the majestic hall had collapsed.

This is only the power of a 250-kilogram aerial bomb, if it were two or three, maybe the hall would have been completely reduced to a pile of broken stones.

What made the Magic Origin even more angry was that it was not only the secondary hall that was destroyed, but also his temple of the god attendants...... His most loyal and capable troops may not be one in ten now.

The main forces were bloodlessly wiped out, and the largest industrial production base is now in ruins.

He could feel that his strength had weakened like never before, and at this time, he hated the demon king Aresia who had betrayed him even more!

"Bastard! Damn it! If there is no such damn traitor! If it weren't for those stupid guys! How could I have been driven to this point! He cursed incessantly, as if there was nothing he could do with the traitor he had created with his own hands.

"What a shame! What a mess! He wandered around his temple, babbling like a mother-in-law.

While he was cursing and chanting there, more than a dozen boilers in the largest steel plant in Witholands were all destroyed by the bombing.

At the same time, the Devil's largest artillery factory was blown up by a bomb and the production line was destroyed, and thousands of shells that could not be rescued were killed, blowing up the entire factory's shell production workshop into the sky.

On the other hand, one of the demon's puppet factories was also hit by a bomb, the puppet production line stopped working, and thousands of puppets in production were turned into scrap in the flames, and the loss of parts was uncountable.

The heavy city walls collapsed and were destroyed, and the anti-aircraft artillery positions deployed on the city walls, as well as the puppet soldiers stationed there, suffered heavy losses.

And the group of Irlanhill bombers hovering over the city didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

They are still circling, still dropping bombs one after another on 10,000 meters.

Smoke billowed from Witholands, and this time it was not the factory that was producing, but the explosions and burning......

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The other one is a little later, so you can watch it tomorrow morning.