Jack took off his helmet, revealing his iconic ugly face and laughing wildly, completely uncaring about the large amount of black blood and the rotten and smelly wounds on his body.

Needless to say, these wounds were the result of being inflicted by the undead and eroded by negative energy.

A normal person would have fainted from the pain long ago, but the player's perception of pain had long been greatly weakened by the main brain Isadora.

To be precise, they cannot feel pain like normal creatures. They just know where they are injured, how serious the injury is, whether it is a broken bone or damaged internal organs.

It was also because of this that Jack was able to run so far despite his injured body.

Otherwise, the pain from the wound caused by muscle contraction and other physiological reactions such as sweating and twitching would prevent him from running at full speed and eventually he would be caught up and killed by the undead.

Wu Sheng at the side was in a similar situation. His inlaid leather armor was torn into tatters by unknown undead. One of the scratches on his back was so deep that the white spine could be seen.

But even so, it did not affect his mood. In addition, the large amount of hormones secreted were affecting his brain. He did not look injured at all. Instead, his eyes were shining with excitement. He also grinned and responded: "Yes! This is called "there will be blessings in the future after surviving a disaster." Anyway, no matter what the final result of this mission is, we have made a lot of money."

Seeing the two people acting as if they were alone, the players nearby, who were already filled with envy and jealousy, couldn't help but start to talk about them.

"Damn! These two are just two lucky bastards."

"I just don't understand, why is it that only their team won the first prize out of more than 140 people?"

"This is not fair! Everyone should get a share of the 10,000 gold coin reward."

"Forget it, stop complaining here. Exploration missions like this are all about luck. There's nothing we can do about it.

"Damn it! I really want to feel the weight of 10,000 gold coins."

"Alas - comparing yourself to others makes you feel miserable."

"Do you think there is a hidden lucky attribute in this game?"

"It's hard to say. Right now, we're still exploring all the mechanisms, so maybe there really is one. But the reality of this game world is really beyond words."

"It's hard to disagree! Especially when I was fighting zombies in close combat for the first time, the stench of decay and the rotten flesh and eyeballs falling from their bodies almost made me, an old hand, vomit out of nausea."

"Be content! At least you encountered a human zombie. Our team ran into a zombie brown bear, which was much scarier."

"It would be nice to have a high-powered shotgun. Bows and crossbows have very low lethality. It's hard to cause fatal damage to large enemies in one go."

"Gun? I've seen that in a weapons store. But are you sure you can afford it? Guns in this world are all made from alchemy, and the bullets are stuffed with gemstone powder. A gun costs at least 1,500 gold coins stuff, and a bullet costs about five silver coins."

"Five silver coins for one bullet? They're not bullets! They're just money! Forget it. I'd better just use the crossbow."

…

Of course, neither Jack nor Wu Sheng cared at all about these players' lemon-eating behavior. Instead, they teased each other in a half-joking tone from time to time.

After all, I got the biggest benefit, so it's not surprising that others reacted like this.

It's like if someone suddenly wins the lottery jackpot, other people who also bought lottery tickets will feel unbalanced.

As long as this psychological imbalance does not turn into malicious aggressive behavior, being verbally taunted will not cause you to lose a hair.

With the appearance of Captain Bol, these idle guys finally stopped chatting and turned their eyes to the "NPC" who had the highest command authority in this mission.

Glancing at his fellow humans from Earth, Bol pursed his lips and smiled. He handed a few bottles of healing potions to Jack and Wu Sheng, and praised them generously, "You have done an excellent job in this search and reconnaissance mission. You have lived up to the trust of the floating city and have far exceeded my expectations."

"Thank you for the compliment. We just happened to be lucky."

Wu Sheng said this modestly, then quickly took the healing potion, raised his head and drank it all.

moment!

The healing magic stored inside acted on the body, first neutralizing the little negative energy, and then quickly repairing the wound.

Jack also drank another bottle and was very cunning enough to secretly put the rest into his backpack.

You should know that even the lowest-level and cheapest zero-ring healing potion has the effect of immediately stopping bleeding and saving life, and it costs as much as forty gold coins.

A round of potion for treating minor injuries costs eighty gold coins, which is simply not affordable for players at this stage.

Fortunately, all the expenses for this mission were provided free of charge by the floating city, otherwise they would rather die a few more times than use this absolute "luxury item".

Bol obviously noticed Jack's attempt to take advantage of him, but he did not point it out. Instead, he continued to talk to all the players present: "Whether it is luck or some other reason, Vanessa and Lord Tailantyr attach great importance to finding the floating city of Mutahar, and are rushing over as quickly as possible.

Our immediate task is to buy time at all costs to prevent those damned undead from escaping with the empire's valuable assets.

This means that the airship will next carry out a suicide mission, which is to bomb the floating city of Mutahar.

Let me make it clear in advance that this will be a one-way ticket to death and there is basically no chance of survival.

Tell me, are you scared and frightened?"

"Look at what you're saying. Do we look frightened to you?"

The dwarf player who named himself "Isa" grinned and shrugged indifferently.

If it were in the real world, he might have considered or hesitated for a moment.

But now in the “virtual game world”, dying once means just losing some experience points. What's there to be afraid of?

Moreover, the reward for this mission is so generous that it doesn't matter if you die once, or even ten times and go back to the state of being just born.

In the eyes of this dwarf player who used to be a mercenary, exchanging one's life for a high reward is essentially the same as collecting a pension after one's own death.

Anyway, he will enjoy it himself in the end. As long as the "pension" is high enough, he dares to rush up and chop it even if it is facing a god.

Another human female player named "Leonie" also echoed, "That's right, we are fearless. Please give the order! We are going to let loose and make a big scene tonight!"

"Very good! Now I officially announce that the bombing mission to the floating city of Mutahar has officially started.

Everyone, take your positions!

When arriving at the designated location, start dropping bombs immediately.

Remember, we only have a few minutes to unleash our firepower.

Then, undead creatures with the ability to fly, such as ghosts and wicked spirits, will come in wave after wave like a tide.

You will then have to fight a desperate battle with them in every corner of the deck and cabin.

As long as we hold on long enough, support from the floating city will arrive in time."

Boll explained the precautions to the players with a serious expression.

Of course, all this information and battle plans were transmitted by the mastermind Isadora from the floating city.

He is actually similar to most players and doesn't know much about the types, numbers and abilities of the undead.

"clear!"

The players roared in unison like a tsunami.

As we all know, flying in the sky is always much faster than running on the ground.

Even an airship that appears to be slow can actually easily reach a speed of 160 to 200 kilometers per hour.

On the ground, if a car wants to drive at this speed, it is possible that the car will be destroyed and people will die in the next second even on a flat road.

What's more, the weight of this experimental magic airship's pod is almost negligible.

Coupled with the constant spell used to resist wind and air currents, the maximum speed can reach an astonishing 450 kilometers per hour, almost reaching the speed of some propeller aircraft in the early days of World War II.

After a while, the huge airship flew over the dense forest and arrived above the floating city of Mutahar.

Due to the previous exposure of Jack and Wu Sheng's team, the undead creatures in the city now seem restless.

Several undead spellcasters who seemed to be transformed from great wizards had stopped their previous actions of transforming and stitching large undead creatures. They were now gathering near the central tower, apparently performing some unknown magical ritual.

Along with the guidance of negative energy, the entire Mutahar floating city seemed to become blurred.

At the same time, plants, vines and the like quickly withered and died, presenting a strange and distorted beauty.

"Not good! These guys want to transfer the floating city to a negative energy plane!"

Boll put down the telescope and his face changed drastically.

Unlike the castrated version of magic education that the players received, the one who was responsible for teaching him and other 29 high-end talents the magic knowledge was a lich with a spellcasting level of LV19.

He can also freely enter and exit the central library filled with magical knowledge, information and spells from different worlds, so he can recognize the effect of the magic ritual at a glance.

If the other party successfully completes the ritual, then if they want to seize the Mutahar floating city, they will have to take a huge risk and enter the dangerous negative energy plane.

"What should we do now? Start dropping bombs downwards immediately?"

Jack, who was holding a hydrogen-oxygen bomb the size of a gas tank in one hand, asked cautiously.

Bol immediately pointed at the huge magic circle in front of the central tower below that was flashing red light, and said viciously: "Do you see this thing?

Notify everyone immediately, abandon the plan to cause large-scale destruction, throw all the bombs over there, and interrupt the entire magic ceremony at all costs.

If you don't have enough bombs, just hold the holy water jar and launch a suicide charge! By the way, tell them that as long as they successfully interrupt the magic ritual, all rewards for this mission will be doubled. "

"What? All rewards will be doubled? Including our bounty of 10,000 gold coins?" Jack's eyes widened in shock.

Bol nodded straightforwardly: "Yes! All rewards! Also, could you please put on your helmet? Your face really makes me feel sick. "

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I just took it off to ventilate and forgot to put it back on. I'm sorry to disgust you."

Jack smiled awkwardly and put the helmet on his head with extremely skillful movements.

It is not difficult to see from this reaction that he has completely accepted the fact that the appearance of his game character is a form of mental pollution.

However, since the players' receptive abilities are generally stronger and their minds are protected by the psychic energy released by the main brain Isadora, their physiological reactions are stronger than those of ordinary people.

Unless the distance is very close or you are staring at it for a long time, you will not start vomiting on the spot like a normal person.

Obviously, this time it was because Jack and Boll were too close that caused the latter psychological discomfort.

Without any hesitation!

Jack put on his helmet again, carrying two heavy iron cans and running to the deck, shouting to the players who were already completely excited: "Brothers! Sisters! I want to announce a good news to you! Just now, our captain issued a new order, which is to interrupt the magic ceremony in front of the central tower below. If successful, all rewards for this mission will be doubled."

“Double…Double?!”

A player with large and small flesh lumps all over his body, who was obviously mixed with troll blood, suddenly raised his head, and his two light yellow pupils emitted a terrifying green light under the cover of night.

"Yes! Double! So we have to find a way to make the bombs fall as densely as possible within that range. Does anyone of you have any good ideas?" Jack's eyes quickly swept across the deck.

After all, anyone with a little military knowledge knows how impressive the hit rate of high-altitude bombing is, and it is considered a blessing if it can exceed 10%.

So this problem must be left to "professionals" to solve.

During their free time of eating and resting in Infinite City, he and Wu Sheng had already gotten to know these elites who stood out from thousands of players. Basically, more than 80% of them had served in the military, performed outstandingly on the battlefield, or received more than one medal.

Some are even fighter and bomber pilots, or artillery, tank soldiers and special forces members.

The players were silent for a few seconds. A half-elf walked out of the crowd and said in a very professional tone: "Under our current conditions, if we want to increase the hit rate of aerial bombing, we can either lower the altitude or string the bombs together with ropes to increase the explosion range to ensure the hit rate."

"I think lowering the altitude is definitely not an option. Whether it's the floating city itself or those powerful undead spellcasters, they must have powerful long-range attack methods. An altitude of about one thousand meters is already quite dangerous. If we lower the altitude further, we might be hit directly by magic attacks."

Another player quickly rejected the idea of lowering the height.

Although he had not yet seen the terrifying combat power of the floating city, he had witnessed some of the power of magic during training.

Among them, the three-ring fireball spell alone can create a terrifying high-temperature explosion with a radius of six meters and a temperature of over one thousand degrees Celsius. The power of advanced magic can be imagined.

Of course, this player didn't know that the airship he was riding in was filled with flammable and explosive hydrogen in the airbags, otherwise he would definitely propose to increase the altitude to more than two thousand meters.

The half-elf player nodded slightly. "That is to say, we only have one method left now. We need to string the bombs together with ropes as much as possible and then throw them all down at once. In this way, even if some of them deviate from the target during the fall, the inertia generated by the airship's continuous forward movement will ensure that at least some of the subsequent bombs will successfully hit the target."

"So what are you waiting for? Hurry up and act! We will be above the central tower in a few minutes.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Everyone, run!"

"Ropes! Go get all the ropes in the cargo hold!"

"Holy water! Don't forget the holy water! It's a powerful weapon against ghosts and other undead creatures without physical form!"

"Give me some more Fire Glue! Apply it to arrows and weapons! It can also damage spirits!"

The players quickly took initiative and started to work together.

Since more than 80% of them have served in the military, their discipline, obedience and teamwork are impeccable.

In less than two or three minutes, the hydrogen-oxygen bomb and incendiary bomb cans were connected together. The female player who was previously responsible for observation constantly used the "visual distance method" to repeatedly measure the distance between the airship and the bombing target, while calculating in her mind the speed of the airship and how far the bomb could fly according to inertia after being thrown.

When she arrived at the bombing area, she shouted without looking back: "Now! Start bombing! Don't stop! Drop all the bombs at once!"

"Start dropping bombs on the port side!"

"Start dropping bombs on the starboard side!"

Players with higher strength attributes, led by Jack, used all their strength to throw the bombs piled on the deck down from the airship.

Since the tails of the bombs are connected in series with ropes, when the first one is thrown down, the subsequent ones will slide down together and stretch out in the air to form lines that look like knots.

Before long, hundreds of these tandem bombs filled the sky.

At this moment, the sky had completely darkened. The undead below did not notice the airship passing overhead, nor did they notice the group of bombs that were about to fall.

After all, the noise from the electric motor itself is very small, and these bombs are not equipped with whistles that make any sound, so everything is done silently.

About ten seconds later, when the first wave of bombs hit the ground, violent explosions, flames, and deafening roars instantly covered an area of more than a thousand meters around the central tower of the Mutahar floating city.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Those low-level undead creatures, such as skeletons, zombies, and ghouls, were all torn to pieces in an instant, and even their broken limbs turned to ashes in the flames.

In particular, the hydrogen-oxygen bomb will undergo a chemical reaction at the moment of explosion to form boiling water vapor, causing secondary damage to all the undead around it.

The sticky incendiary bomb will then cause a huge fire that heats the water vapor to a critical point, causing it to decompose into hydrogen and oxygen again, causing the combustion to become more intense.

Therefore, in the continuous explosions, an incomparable terrifying scene was presented within a radius of two kilometers centered on the central tower.

In some places, due to the high temperature, cold air from the outside rushed in crazily, eventually forming spectacular fire tornadoes.

Phlegethos, the fourth layer of Baator filled with burning flames and magma, is probably no more than this.

"Fuck! What's in those cans? I'm afraid the incendiary bombs and napalm bombs used by the army can't achieve this effect, right?"

Having completed the bombing mission, Jack grabbed the railing and looked down, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Because he could clearly see that some ordinary stone buildings and metals without magical protection had melted into boiling liquid under the high temperature flames.

Brutal!

How cruel!

He originally thought that these bombs would be good enough if they could produce an effect similar to that of black powder or yellow gunpowder.

But no one would have expected that it would be even more powerful than the thermal weapons created by modern technology.

"Judging from the water vapor produced at the moment of the explosion, about half of the iron can should be filled with hydrogen and oxygen. As for the composition of the remaining incendiary bombs, I don't know. But judging from the color and viscosity of the flame, I think it is 100% white phosphorus."

While saying this, the corners of Wu Sheng's mouth kept twitching.

He dared to guarantee that if these incendiary bombs were placed on Earth, they would definitely be included in the United Nations list of banned weapons.

As for the other players, they were all stunned and could not believe what they saw.

There is no doubt that this bombing gave them a completely new understanding and concept of the floating city of Plantia to which they belonged, as well as the weapons equipped in the floating city.

This is definitely not some sword and magic game with a medieval background as some players speculate, but a world with a highly developed level of magic and technology.

The so-called "sword and magic" is just because the players' levels are too low and they cannot access powerful things for the time being.

Thinking of this, Wu Sheng subconsciously glanced at the compound bow on his back, secretly wondering when he could replace it with a gun he was familiar with.

Just as the players were immersed in the terrifying high temperature and extremely long duration of the incendiary bombs, the voice of Captain Paul suddenly came from the loudspeaker.

"A large number of unidentified flying creatures have been spotted below! Everyone prepare to fight!"

"Flying creatures? Shit!"

A player stretched out his upper body and took a look at the blind spot blocked by the airship pod. He immediately found that hundreds of densely packed black shadows were flying upwards at a very fast speed.

Not only that!

The tops of some wizard towers also began to flash dazzling lights.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of lightning and fireballs came like raindrops, the number was so large that it was simply terrifying.

"Hold on! Hold on to the guardrail beside you! We are going to start a high-speed maneuver!"

Boll continued to issue warnings to the players through the loudspeaker.

"Can airships perform high-speed maneuvers?"

Jack asked in shock, his mouth wide open.

Wu Sheng quickly tied a rope around his waist and secured himself to the deck railing. Without even looking up, he responded, "This involves my blind spot in knowledge. However, no matter from which angle you look at this airship we're on, it's clearly not normal."

The next second...

The huge airship suddenly seemed to be injected with chicken blood. Suddenly, a terrifying strong wind burst out from the inside of the airbag, instantly doubling the flight speed.

The indescribable feeling of being pushed on the back and the airflow blowing across the face made many players scream.

Of course, some of these screams were due to fright, while others were simply to vent the excitement and excitement in their hearts.

As a result, most of the lightning and fireballs shot from the wizard tower were directly avoided, and only a few hit the bottom of the pod, forming several huge holes.

But the price was that more than a dozen players who didn't have time to hold on were thrown out and were experiencing the thrill of free falling from a height of thousands of meters.

There were a few guys who seemed to have mastered parachuting skills. They even pulled out the weapons they carried with them, changed their direction by adjusting their body posture, and crashed directly into the flying undead, wanting to take a few of them with them before they died.

But when they got closer and saw each other clearly, they soon regretted it.

Because these undead with the ability to fly look so disgusting. They are basically four huge wings formed by sewing bird feather wings, human arms and some unknown animal skins together.

As for the body, it was just a huge cyst that not only emitted a pungent stench, but was also covered with a layer of black and red mucus.

The moment they inserted their weapons, the huge cyst exploded instantly, pouring out liquids rich in highly toxic, strong acids and diseases around.

Before they hit the ground, the skin and muscles on the bodies of several players were completely corroded, leaving only a pale skeleton.

"Oh my god! I would rather fall and die than experience a death like this."

A female player couldn't help but shudder.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm afraid that's not up to you. Here, take this, and when those monsters catch up with you later, remember to hit them hard, so that you can die with more dignity."

Another male player nearby handed over a spear with a sly smile.

The female player took the spear and rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Bah! Do you think I'm scared? No! I just don't want to leave a scar on my beautiful face."

"Please don't worry about that. Only if you survive can you leave scars. Judging from the corrosive speed of the liquid sprayed by the monster just now, there is absolutely no chance of survival as long as you are within the affected area. So don't worry and choose a more heroic way to die. We'll see you back in the floating city."

Another male player who happened to pass by raised his arm and saluted, then stood in front of one of the crossbows, quickly turned the capstan to pull the bowstring, and placed the huge and sharp arrow into the groove.

At this moment, the players who were still alive on the airship were very clear that under the current circumstances, it was basically impossible for them to escape alive, so they were all prepared to launch a final counterattack before they died.

Anyway, you don't lose money if you kill one, and you make a profit if you kill two.

The experience points gained from the previous round of aerial bombing alone allowed their professional level to be raised to between LV30 and LV40, which is LV3 to LV4 in real terms. No matter how you look at it, it is more than enough.

"Here they come! Those exploding flying monsters are coming!"

"All crossbows and ballistae aim to the rear!"

"Ready to shoot!"

"Follow my orders! Three! Two! One! Fire!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! With the order, the crossbows, ballistas, bows and arrows, throwing spears and javelins in the hands of the players all flew straight to the back of the airship.

Because the distance was very close and the small-scale arrow rain caused by the simultaneous volleys was also quite dense, a large number of these things created by necromancy magic were immediately pierced and exploded in mid-air, with the liquid in their bodies splattering everywhere.

But unfortunately, compared with the outrageous total number, these casualties are nothing.

Soon, they came around from both sides and began to launch suicide attacks on the players and pods on the deck, as well as the airbags above.

Boom! Each explosion splashed liquid and killed at least two or three players instantly.

Some people had their arms or thighs corroded by the strong acid and became disabled on the spot.

If it were an ordinary human being, under such a horrific attack and mental pressure, he would have collapsed and committed suicide long ago.

But the players still united together and fought and retreated, retreating from the outer deck back to the inside of the pod, using the walls that separated several areas to continue resisting. Even when the airship's airbag was damaged and began to slowly fall, they had no intention of giving up.

And every time they successfully killed an undead creature that would self-destruct, they would burst into cheers.

But this heroic resistance has its limits.

When they reached the last core area at the rear of the cabin, there were less than twenty people left, seven of whom were disabled people who had lost one limb.

As one of the players with the highest level and combat power, Jack held on until the end. He held up a huge shield to hold the door tightly. He turned around and said to his partner with a smile: "Hey, man, it looks like our good luck is going to end here."

"Hahahaha! Aren't you satisfied even though you've earned so much?" Wu Sheng asked with a sneer.

"No! Of course not! I just feel a little unwilling to continue enjoying this hearty battle and killing. Moreover, compared to being tortured to death bit by bit by the enemy, I would rather choose a heroic death. Sorry, I have to go first."

As he spoke, Jack suddenly burst out with astonishing strength, and forced back the undead creatures that were desperately trying to squeeze in through the door.

Just as he opened his mouth and inhaled oxygen, wanting to lead a counterattack and kill the monsters in front of him, he suddenly heard the voice of Captain Paul from behind.

"Everyone, return! Your mission has been completed."

"Mission accomplished? You mean..."

An expression of surprise and joy suddenly appeared on Wu Sheng's face.

Boll smiled and nodded: "Ah! You guessed it right, our reinforcements have arrived. Come on, come over here, you are about to see the most gorgeous fireworks show in the world."

After hearing this, the few remaining players no longer hesitated. Even Jack dropped his hammer and shield and ran over.

After Bol pressed a red button on the airship console, the entire tail separated directly from the pod.

The two propeller motors originally used to provide power stood up under the stunned gaze of the players and continued to work to generate a huge downward airflow. A smaller propeller on the robotic arm near the rear also began to rotate.

Helicopter? The power system at the rear of the airship can actually be separated and turned into a simple helicopter!

It was outrageous! However, before the players could recover from the shock of this device, which was not sure whether it was "black technology" or "black magic", they saw a huge black dot appear in the sky above their heads.

Then the outline of this black spot became bigger and bigger...

In the end, it passed directly by the simple helicopter.

At this moment, all the players clearly saw the super-giant cannonball in front of them that was as tall as a building.

"Fuck the grass!"

Wu Sheng couldn't help but swear.

He originally thought that the 500-meter-long cannons and equally exaggerated shells on the floating island were just decorations, game props to demonstrate the power of the floating city, and he never thought that these things could actually be fired.

The moment such a huge shell came into contact with the ground of the floating city below, the entire shell suddenly shattered without any warning.

boom!!!!!!

The liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen inside quickly began to vaporize and expand. The impact caused by this and the fragmentation damage caused by the fragmentation of the projectile alone were enough to tear the buildings and undead creatures within a radius of several hundred meters into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, a bright flame appeared out of nowhere at the center of the impact point.

The next second...

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A roar a hundred or a thousand times louder than the previous one echoed throughout the entire canyon and even the entire forest.

Along with the sound, there appeared a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, as well as flames and shock waves that could not be described in words.

A tall tower with a lot of magical protection was completely disintegrated in the face of such a shocking explosion, not even lasting for a second.

Although the simple helicopter under their feet was far away from the killing radius, all the players were still unable to open their eyes due to the strong wind and almost fell down accidentally.

"Hahahaha! Cool! So cool! This is fucking bombardment!" Jack laughed like a madman.

For an abnormal human being who likes war and killing, every cell in his body is now sending out signals of pleasure, which makes him feel more mentally excited and addicted than inhaling some white powder.

But after a while, the wild laughter on his face gradually turned into shock, and then from shock to fear.

In the night sky above, giant shells like the one just now came one after another, and began to carpet bomb the streets of the floating city below.

Some of them are hydrogen-oxygen bombs like the first one, while others are incendiary bombs that the player has used before.

In just three or five minutes, the floating city of Mutahar had turned into a sea of fire.

Although the high-level undead spellcasters activated some magical protection at the beginning, they were soon destroyed by the violent explosion.

What's more, since the death of those great wizards and their transformation into undead, they are no longer members of the parliament protected by the code, and cannot enter the core of the central tower to control gravity.

Otherwise, artillery bombardments like this that relied on inertia to complete the bombing would have been forcibly captured and intercepted from a long distance away.

After a round of bombing, more than half of the originally densely packed low-level undead creatures below were basically killed, and the rest all hid in sturdy buildings or underground.

Anyway, there is definitely nothing movable to be seen on the streets that look like ruins.

Admiring the amazing destruction caused by the weapons he built in actual combat, Bol couldn't help but curl up his lips slightly and asked the players around him who had survived by chance: "How was this fireworks show? Was it spectacular?"

"It's more than spectacular! It can destroy everything!" a player responded excitedly.

His words instantly ignited the emotions of the other dozen players, and they began to ask one after another about what kind of technology and magic were used in the bombs, airships, and cannons.

Just as Bol was considering whether to answer, the floating city of Plantia finally appeared right above the canyon after a long journey.

Tyrantyr, who had transformed himself into a lich, swooped down on a giant red dragon and issued an ultimatum to those hidden high-level undead creatures in the language of this world.

"Submit or perish! There are only two paths before you! If you don't want to die, come out with your men within half an hour. After half an hour, all those who don't choose to surrender will be regarded as enemies and eliminated."

"What will happen if we choose to surrender?"

A deep and cold voice echoed above the floating city.

It was obvious that the owner of the voice was transmitting his voice from a distance through some kind of magic.

"Lord Soth will personally arrange for you to be placed. Maybe you will become one of us, or you may be assigned to other places to perform some tasks. Anyway, it is definitely better than dying." Tailantier gave the answer without hesitation.

In order to increase the deterrent effect, he also deliberately sent out an army of constructs and corpse-snaking creatures to block the streets to prevent the other side from escaping stealthily.

As for magical teleportation, it has become impossible since the moment the floating city of Plantia appeared.

The owner of the mysterious voice was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "We need some time to think about it."

"Yes. Just like the conditions I just gave, you can be spared if you surrender within half an hour. But if it takes more than half an hour, I will order an attack. By then it will be too late to regret. Remember, it's only half an hour."

After saying this, Tailantyr rode the red dragon directly back to the nearest floating island.

It was obvious that everything he had just done was just bluffing.

After all, what Zuo Si wanted was a relatively complete floating city, not a ruin that was blown into pieces.

The previous bombardment has already caused considerable damage to the Mutahar floating city. If the core including the central tower is also damaged, it would be a loss.

In the eyes of a group of liches including Vanessa and Taelantir, all the floating cities in this world should be the valuable assets of the organization, and it would be best if they could be taken down without bloodshed.

(End of this chapter)