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 realism 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 stuff 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, 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.

“从爆炸瞬间产生的水蒸气来看，差不多一半铁罐子里装的应该是氢气和氧气。至于剩下那些燃烧弹是什么成分就不清楚了。不过从火焰的颜色和粘滞性判断，我觉得里边百分之百有白磷。”

在说这番话的时候，吴生嘴角一直在不停的抽搐。

他敢保证，如果这些燃烧弹放在地球上，百分之百要上联合国禁止武器的名单。

至于其他玩家们也都一个个目瞪口呆，根本不敢相信自己眼睛看到的事实。

毫无疑问，这次投弹轰炸让他们彻底对自己所隶属的普兰提亚浮空城，以及浮空城内装备的武器有了一个全新的认知和概念。

这他妈绝对不是什么一部分玩家猜测中世纪背景的剑与魔法游戏，而是一个拥有高度发达魔法与科技水平相结合的世界。

所谓的“剑与魔法”只是玩家们的等级太低，暂时接触不到厉害的东西而已。

想到这，吴生下意识瞥了一眼背在身后的复合弓，暗自盘算着什么时候能将其换成自己熟悉的枪就好了。

正当玩家们沉浸在燃烧弹那可怕的高温与超长持续时间时，喇叭里突然传出了艇长波尔的声音。

“下方发现大量不明飞行生物！所有人准备战斗！”

“飞行生物？淦！”

一名玩家伸出上半身，往被飞艇吊舱遮挡住的视觉盲区看了一眼，立马发现密密麻麻数以百计的黑影正在以极快速度朝上边飞来。

不仅如此！

一些法师塔顶端也开始闪烁刺眼的亮光。

眨眼功夫，大量的闪电、火球便像雨点般砸过来，数量之多简直令人头皮发麻。

“抓紧！快抓紧身边的护栏！我们要开始做高速机动了！”

波尔继续透过喇叭向玩家们传递预警。

“飞艇也能做高速机动？”

杰克长大嘴巴震惊不已的问。

吴生迅速用绳子缠住腰，把自己固定在甲板的护栏上，头也不抬的回应道：“这可涉及到我的知识盲区了。不过我们乘坐的这艘飞艇不管从什么角度来看，都明显跟正常两个字沾不上边。”

下一秒……

庞大无比的飞艇突然像是打了鸡血一样，突然从气囊内部爆发出一阵恐怖的强风，硬生生把飞行速度瞬间提升了一倍。

那无法用语言形容的巨大推背感和从脸上吹过的气流，让不少玩家忍不住发出了尖叫。

当然，这些尖叫中有些是因为受到了惊吓，有些则单纯是在发泄内心之中的兴奋和激动情绪。

结果绝大部分从法师塔上射出的闪电和火球都被直接躲了过去，只有及少受击中了吊舱底部，形成了好几个巨大的窟窿。

但代价是，十几名没来得及抓牢的玩家，直接被甩了出去，正在体验从上千米的高空自由落体所带来的刺激。

有几个疑似掌握跳伞技能的家伙，更是拔出随身携带的武器，通过调整体态来改变方向，径直撞向那些会飞的亡灵，想要在临死前拉几个垫背的。

可当他们靠近并看清楚对方的样子后，很快就感到了后悔。

因为这些拥有飞行能力的亡灵长相实在是太恶心了，基本就是把鸟的羽毛翅膀、人的胳膊和某些不知名的动物皮缝在一起形成四个巨大的翅膀。

至于身体，完全就是一个巨大的囊肿，不仅散发着刺鼻的恶臭，同时体表还覆盖着一层黑红色的粘液。

当他们把武器插进去的刹那，巨大的囊肿瞬间爆炸开，向周围倾泻富含剧毒、强酸和疾病的液体。

还没等落到地上，几个玩家身体表面的皮肤和肌肉就被腐蚀殆，只剩下一具惨白的骨架。

“我的妈呀！我宁愿掉下去摔死也不像经历一次这样的死法。”

一名女性玩家忍不住打了个寒颤。

“不好意思，女士。这恐怕由不得你。给，拿着这个，待会儿那些怪物追上来的时候记得狠狠给它一下，这样可以死的比较有尊严一点。”

旁边另外一名男性玩家坏笑着递过去一根长矛。

女玩家接过长矛没好气的翻了个白眼：“呸！你以为老娘是在害怕？不！我只是不想自己这幅美丽的脸留下疤痕而已。”

“关于这一点请不必担心。活下来才有可能留下疤痕。以刚才那种怪物喷射的液体腐蚀速度来判断，只要在波及范围内就绝对没有幸免的可能。所以放心选择一个壮烈点的死法吧，我们回浮空城再见。”

又一名刚好经过的男性玩家抬起胳膊做了个敬礼致意的动作，随后站到其中一台床弩的前边，迅速转动绞盘拉开弓弦，将巨大且锋利的箭矢放进凹槽。

此时此刻，飞艇上还活着的玩家都非常清楚以目前的状况，自己基本没可能活着逃走，因此都做好了在临死前发动最后一次反扑的准备。

反正杀一个不赔、杀两个赚一个。

光是刚才那一轮空中轰炸获得的经验值，就让他们的职业等级提升到了LV30到LV40之间，也就是真实等级的LV3到LV4，怎么看都够本了。

“来了！那些会爆炸的飞行怪物来了！”

“所有强弩和弩炮瞄准后方！”

“准备射击！”

“听我命令！三！二！一！放！”

嗖！嗖！嗖！嗖！嗖！ 伴随着一声令下，不管是强弩、弩炮，还是玩家手里的弓箭、投掷长矛和标枪，都径直朝飞艇后方飞去。

由于距离非常近，同时齐射造成的小规模箭雨也相当密集，所以这些通过死灵系魔法制造出来的东西顿时被戳中了一大片，纷纷在半空中炸裂开，体内的液体更是喷溅的到处都是。

但遗憾的是，相比起那夸张的总数量，这点伤亡根本算不了什么。

很快，它们便从两侧绕过来开始对甲板上的玩家和吊舱，还有上方的气囊发起自杀式撞击。

砰！ 每一次爆炸飞溅的液体都会立刻杀死至少两到三个玩家。

还有些被强酸腐蚀到胳膊或者大腿的，更是当场变成了残废。

换成一般的人类生物，在这种恐怖的攻击和精神压力下恐怕早就崩溃自杀了。

可玩家们却依旧团结在一起且战且退，从外面的甲板上退回吊舱内部，利用隔开几个区域墙壁继续抵抗，哪怕飞艇气囊破损开始缓慢下坠也没有丝毫想要放弃的意思。

而且每成功杀死一个会自爆的不死生物，他们都会爆发出一阵欢呼声。

不过这种英勇的抵抗终归是有极限的。

当推到舱尾最后一个核心区域的时候，只剩下了不到二十个人，其中还有七个是失去了一只手脚的残疾人。

作为玩家中等级和战力排行都最靠前的几个人之一，杰克不出意外的坚持到了之后，一边举着巨大的盾牌死死顶住门口，一边转过身冲搭档笑着说道：“伙计，看来咱们的好运气要到此为止了。”

“哈哈哈哈！难道赚了这么多你还不知足吗？”吴生嗤笑着反问。

“不！当然不是！我只是有些不甘心，无法再继续享受这酣畅淋漓的战斗和厮杀。而且相比起被敌人一点一点的折磨死，我更希望选择一种壮烈的死法。抱歉，我要先走一步了。”

说着，杰克猛然间爆发出惊人的力量，愣是把门口拼命往里挤的不死生物给逼退回去。

就在他张开嘴猛地吸入氧气想要带头发起反冲锋，干死眼前这几个怪物的时候，突然听到后边传来艇长波尔的声音。

“都退回来吧！你们的任务已经完成了。”

“任务完成？您的意思是……”

吴生脸上顿时浮现出充满意外和惊喜的表情。

波尔微笑着点了点头：“啊！你猜对了，我们的增援已经到了。来吧，都靠过来，你们即将看到这个世界上最绚丽夺目的焰火表演。”

听到这番话，剩下为数不多的玩家哪里还会犹豫，就连杰克都扔下手里的战锤和盾牌跑了过去。

只见波尔按下飞艇控制台上一个红色的按钮后，整个尾部直接从吊舱分离出去。

两个原本用来提供动力的螺旋桨电机在玩家目瞪口呆的注视下竖了起来，并且继续工作产生向下的巨大气流，靠近后方的机械臂上还有一个小一点的螺旋桨也开始转动。

直……直升飞机？ 飞艇后方的动力系统居然还可以分离出来变成一架简易的直升飞机！

简直离了大谱！ 不过还没等玩家们从这也不知道是“黑科技”还是“黑魔法”装置造成的震撼中回过神来，就看到一个巨大的黑点出现在头顶的天空。

紧跟着这个黑点的轮廓变得越来越大、越来越大……

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)