My Empire

The afternoon is always beautiful, whether it is for the offensive side of the war or the defending side.

In the sky of the demon world, hundreds of wild demon bats hovering for food are not a rare sight. These demons are not real bats. They are more accustomed to coming out during the day to show their faces and don’t like sneaking around at night. It relies heavily on ultrasound to act.

Therefore, they are called demon bats only because they look like large bats.

Of course because of this, when the aborigines of the Demon Realm saw countless black spots flying over their heads in the sky, their calmness was actually far beyond the imagination of the Airenhill Air Force.

Even this ancient industrial city doesn't even have anything similar to an air defense alarm. No one was ringing the big defensive bell, because the guards here knew that the nearest enemy situation was hundreds of kilometers away.

What these demons don't know is that the overwhelming black spots flying over their heads actually carry a blockbuster symbolizing death calculated by hundreds of tons.

Inside the b-17 bomber that was bumping in the air, the pilot saw the data displayed on his navigation device. He held down the intercom and reported their location to the pilot: "We should be above the target!"

"Yes! I saw it!" The pilot looked through the plane's glass window and saw the smoky city on the ground in the distance.

The chimneys, taller than the magic tower, looked spectacular. Because buildings are generally tall, these chimneys have to be built higher to discharge the dense smoke to the higher altitudes where the air flows faster.

Compared to the border of Ailan Hill, it looks more advanced. At least there are densely packed smelters here, used to burn all kinds of steel and build all kinds of huge war machines.

"Open the bomb bay!" The frontline commander in charge of the bombing gave a prelude order to start the attack. All the pilots turned on their bomb bay switches.

As a result, the entire bomber group began to drop in height, and one b-17 bomber after another began to open the bomb bay in the abdomen. One blockbuster next to each other was exposed to the turbulent airflow.

Sunlight shone in from the opening of the bomb bay, making the graffiti on each bomb clear. These bombs were full of swear words to greet the devil's relatives, shameless and unsightly.

However, when these post-modern art has become dense to a certain degree, it has a different sense of beauty. These bombs mounted in the bomb bay swaying in the wind are using a kind of cynicism, witnessing the alternative cynicism in this cruel war.

"Send them back to hell!" The bombardier saw that the crosshair of his crosshair was pressed against a huge chimney, and immediately pressed the button to drop the bomb.

This was a relatively comfortable air strike he had experienced. The enemy had no intensive anti-aircraft firepower and no annoying interception fighters.

Everything is peaceful, as if their enemies are not ready for war at all. But in fact, everyone knows that they have been fighting for thousands of years, and there is still no intention to end this war.

Dense bombs scattered in the sky, falling like raindrops into the devil's city. At this time, finally the city's defense system began to work.

Several scattered fireballs flew into the sky, seeming to be some high-level demons using magic to attack these human uninvited guests above their heads. At the same time, a huge magical defense barrier slowly rises above the city.

Some bombs hit the raised magical defense barrier, as if a stone hit the water surface, splashing layers of ripples. Then these bombs exploded, leaving this huge magical defensive barrier incomplete, and there was no way to close it.

The remaining bombs fell from the cracks into the interior of the city, and then played the role of bombs in the streets and alleys. The ground trembled in the explosion, and the building collapsed under the shock wave. There were screams and screams everywhere, flames and smoke everywhere.

The half-made war machine, which was as huge as a small hill, disintegrated in the explosion, and the huge wheel crushed the demon worker who was standing by.

Before they could save their comrades, these demons were crushed by the same fallen factory wall, and the rest of them fled in all directions, as if they had seen a ray of cockroaches.

It was like being beaten constantly by a giant's hammer, and the entire city's defensive magic shuddered and shuddered little by little. The tall city wall can't stop the disaster that falls from the sky. The magic tower that is hundreds of meters high can easily be broken at the waist, and it is fragile like a corn stalk.

Inside the workshops, the storage rooms filled with various parts were engulfed by fire, and the various long swords and axes that were mass-produced were also buried in limestone and gravel.

The shabby shack inhabited by civilians has become a hotbed of raging fires. Devils who have no awareness of firefighting and a complete fire-fighting and anti-disaster system cannot even do basic self-rescue in the face of man-made disasters.

In such a city, tens of thousands of weapons such as swords, axes, etc. can be produced every day, and hundreds of various magic war machines can be produced. The scale cannot be said to be small.

But in just ten minutes, all production here was destroyed. This is the horror of strategic bombing.

It will take at least a few months for the demons without much background to restore production here. But after a few months, it is still an unknown whether it belongs to the devil or not.

The defensive bell was finally rang, and the demonic civilians finally realized that the war was close at hand for them. Because of the obstruction of news, most people here still don't know that humans have entered the demon world, let alone guess that the enemy's airport is less than 1,000 kilometers away from them.

"They don't even have a fighter jet. Where did the courage come from to go to war with us?" A bombardier removed his eyes from his sight and asked to himself.

"The ghost knows what they think, maybe they don't have a brain." In the intercom, a bored machine gunner answered the bombardier's self-talk.

"The reason they dare to declare war on us is because we had nothing like them a thousand years ago." The captain adjusted his joystick gently, keeping his plane the same as other planes. Flight trajectory.