Magic Or Forbidden Curse? This Thing Is Called A Nuclear Bomb

The cold, damp swamp is like a monster's mouth.

Once you step in, it's hard to get out, the sun doesn't shine in here, and the air is filled with a rancid smell.

General Bartley and his soldiers stepped on the swamp, unable to move an inch.

"The group of Langlot dogs really have nowhere to escape, so they hide in this kind of place."

General Bartley did not yet realize that he had fallen into a conspiracy.

In fact, the leader of the Langlot enemy army had long since discovered that he was being pursued by General Bartley.

He then led General Bartley to the swamp.

And laid an ambush here.

At this time, the leader of Lanlot was on the dry ground deep in the swamp, with a sneer on his face:

"Idiot... We have long been familiar with this swamp, where we can go and where we can't."

"They are seeking their own death by rushing in like this, and this is their cemetery.

Leader Langlot really didn't expect General Bartlet's mind to be so stupid.

You said he would have won the fight...

If you don't go back to celebrate, why not? Run to chase yourself.

Just right, then don't go:

"Ready to unleash the magic?"

He looked at his subordinates beside him.

This is a swamp, and the most indispensable thing in the swamp is Warcraft.

Those poisonous monsters that like to be cold are lurking anywhere in the swamp.

Under the swamp...

Near the vines...

On top of dead leaves...

Of course, the reason why leader Lanlot is so confident.

It was because he knew that there were several terrifying fifth-order monsters under the mud of this swamp.

It is said that it is a toad monster, and how many poisonous monsters are there?

never mind!

Those are quite a few fifth-order monsters, and they are in their territory.

In this swampy swamp.

"Stupid St. Antis...you, you must die."

It was at this time.

General Bartley's men felt more and more that something was wrong.

"General...how about we go back..."

"There's something wrong with this place and it gives me the creeps.

All his subordinates could sense it, and General Bartley could naturally too, he frowned slightly.

Just as he was about to order the evacuation of the swamp——

A series of powerful spells suddenly fell into the swamp.

In an instant, the whole swamp boiled.

The mud churned.

The swamp fog filled the air.

A strange howl came from the fog.

"Everyone! Retreat immediately!"

General Bartley's face changed, and he immediately realized that he had been ambushed.

Damn it, those Langlot dogs can only play dirty.

"You retreat! I will be the queen for you!"

This is his negligence, General Bartley roared through gritted teeth.

Under his cover, the men withdrew from the swamp without any risk.

But he was tightly entangled by those fifth-order monsters, and was dragged deeper into the swamp.

"General!"

The faces of the subordinates are ugly, but there are several fifth-order monsters.

The general has played off this wave, he will really die!

Leader Langlot laughed wildly, looking at Bartley who was dragged into the swamp.

You idiot, this is what you deserve.

He even admired it with joy, watching General Bartley doing a desperate fight.

Until he saw General Bartley take out a small ball from his clothes.

"Crackling."

Pulling off the safety, General Bartley rushed out at the fastest speed.

The smile on Leader Langlot's face suddenly froze.

He can't be wrong...

Yesterday, the war that should have been won was reversed by that strange iron ball.

"What the hell is that!?"

No one could answer him, only the grenade exploded.

Those fifth-order monsters that were churning in the swamp mud fell down in unison.

"Damn it!"

This wasn't over yet, General Bartley gritted his teeth and threw out the thermite incendiary bomb in his hand.

He himself quickly broke through and ran out of the swamp at the very moment.

"Oops! Run!"

Leader Langlot's pupils shrank, the little red iron pot.

But let him remember it.

where is this

swamp.

The methane all over the sky ignited and exploded.

"Boom..."

As if the god of thunder was angry, the violent roar was deafening even tens of meters away.

A thermite incendiary bomb.

Blow up the whole swamp to the sky.

0 for flowers...

No matter what monsters were alive here before, they are all corpses all over the place now.

General Bartley spat out a mouthful of old blood, and was swept away by the aftermath of the explosion.

But he didn't care, he just stared blankly at the messy picture:

"The empress... this is too scary..."

The leader of Langlot, and his remnants are a little bit worse than General Bartley.

So some of the remnants went to the underworld to report on the spot.

The leader of Lanlot wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth with a pale face.

He has a hideous face.

Why is this happening? Everything was planned!

It was obviously an impeccable ambush, Bartley should have died without a doubt.

Why did it end up like this.

0..0

"cough cough"

He was coughing up blood, trying to stand up, he had to get out of here quickly.

But General Bartley saw him, leading a group of soldiers who hadn't recovered from the shock.

Surround the Langlot enemy forces.

"You lost, bastard."

General Bartley knelt down and patted the face of Chief Langlot.

He couldn't help being complacent, capturing the enemy leader alive was a great feat, a well-known achievement.

"The Saint Antis Empire...when did it become so powerful..."

The enemy leader gritted his teeth and made a hoarse voice.

Compared with the severe pain on his body, he felt the pain in his heart was unbearable.

"What kind of alchemy weapon did you use just now!"

Can't understand, can't believe it.

Leader Langlot stared at Bartley's old face.

"Have you heard of...thermite incendiaries, and sonic grenades?"

"?"

General Bartley smiled happily.

He sneered all over:

"Your Lanlot Empire can't keep up with the times, now it's the world of hot weapons

hot weapon?

What the hell is that!

A term never heard before, from the mouth of this rude St. Antis.

"Ahem...if it wasn't for that magical weapon...we...wouldn't have lost..."

"It's a pity that there is no if, now, follow me back to the sky prison of the Saint Antis Empire.

General Bartley was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, as if he didn't feel any pain at all. .