Chapter 1045： Indifferent eyes

"This is the first time I have seen such a disgusting city... Do they always burn coal?" A pilot on a B-52 bomber, overlooking the ground in the distance, exclaimed.

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

Even in the dirtiest, messy era of Serris City, there is no way to compare it with the place in front of him called Withalans.

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

Flying at an altitude of more than 13,000 meters, in the sealed cockpits of these modified B-52 bombers, the pilot navigator and bombardier can see the target they are about to attack, and of course they can also see those trying to intercept. Their opponents.

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

And on this black lake, there are hundreds of giant dragons rushing upwards. They tried to rush to an altitude of 10,000 meters, but they were unable to maintain this altitude. So they are like high jumpers, flying high, and then dive down again.

The most threatening are those 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 that the weapons they carried seemed unable to threaten a target that was 2,000 meters higher than them.

After all, at this height where the air is already quite thin, the devil's inferior magic engines are not working in a state sufficient to support them staying for a long time.

As a result, these poor demon air forces could only watch their opponents helplessly, flying in groups over their heads, calmly approaching the most sacred place in their hearts.

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

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

The door on the belly of his B-52 bomber began to slowly open. One after another, 250 kilograms of aviation bombs were exposed to the howling air currents, and they rang softly.

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

If it hadn't been 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, but reducing the bomb load would obviously affect the bombing effect.

Anyway, this height is already very good, so the commanders of the Air Force did not insist on absolute security. They chose an just right balance to make their opponents even more desperate.

In front of the demon air forces who intercepted the bombers, hundreds of B-52 bombers opened their belly bomb bays and were ready to drop bombs.

And right in front of them, there were huge chimneys everywhere, and Withalans, who was also full of billowing smoke, once again raised a magical defense barrier.

The barrier that was destroyed by cruise missiles was restored to a working state after a short rest. As for the effect of this ineffective barrier, no one knows.

"Drop the bomb!" The bomber who first entered the attack route pressed the button of the bomb and gently said the word that made him feel refreshed.

The first 250 kg aerial bomb broke off the pylon and fell lightly towards the ground. Immediately after the second bomb broke away, and then the third bomb began to dive down.

The second B-52 bomber also started dropping bombs. In the sight of this bombardier, there is a huge demon factory building. Next to this building there is a chimney with black smoke, it seems that something is still being produced.

More B-52 bombers began to drop bombs, and more bombs began to fall like raindrops.

A B-52 bomber can carry up to 30 tons of bombs, but it is impossible to carry so many ammunition when performing missions.

Each of the B-52 bombers that flew to the Demon Temple of Withalans can only carry 15 tons of bombs.

However, the scale of the bombing of hundreds of planes together was enough to cover the entire Witthallans.

"Goodbye! Asshole!" A bombardier saw a strange-shaped building in his sight. He didn't know what this thing was for, but he still pressed the bomber button.

Anyway, no matter what that thing is, he only needs to destroy it and turn it into a ruin.

A bomb swooped down with the sound of the wind, making a sharp beep. Then it hit the magical defense barrier and exploded in an instant, blasting the entire magical defense barrier to pieces.

The magic defensive barrier that raised hastily was unable to resist such a strong impact, and it was completely shattered again after only one hit.

And the second bomb went straight through the explosion, smashing the roof of the strange building. The dimly lit room with devices like dormant cabins all over suddenly brightened. The bomb penetrated the roof and the floor, and finally stopped on the next floor.

Two demon messengers were passing by carrying a dry body on a stretcher. Their eyes widened, and they stared at the thing that had penetrated their roof through the huge hole in shock.

In the next second, the explosion suddenly tore the two of them and the carrying corpse into countless pieces. Those deadly shock waves completely exploded these strangely shaped devices like bathtubs into parts in just an instant.

The zombie-like magicians lying in them, together with the devices to maintain their fragile lives, disappeared from this world in a matter of seconds.

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the surrounding demons were shocked watching this explosion and other explosions spread one after another.

They saw the white robe **** waiter wandering on the street urging other demon soldiers to fight in an instant collapse, losing the ability to act, and finally drifting in the wind, leaving only a white robe hanging on the ground.

They also saw that the building that could continuously walk out of the waiter of the gods collapsed and rolled up billowing dust.

They also witnessed that a demon empire slowly fell in the explosion, and a powerful civilization was looking down at them with indifferent eyes.