"Holy crap! I can't believe we were outdone by a group of NPCs led by the other party!"

"How many people died in your team?"

"Don't even mention it. The whole army was wiped out. Not even one person escaped. The opponent started with a large-scale super-level magic. There was no time to react at all. A huge amount of spell attacks came at us head-on. Who can withstand this?"

"We were all killed in an instant. Now that I think about it, the constant tug-of-war and scattered attacks were definitely a psychological tactic used to deliberately mislead us."

"Yes, I thought so too. They want to force us to disperse, so that when they launch a surprise attack tonight, they can hit our superior forces and defeat them one by one."

"I just asked other people. The interval between attacks on each team is usually no more than three minutes. And the first wave of attacks was at the connection point of the blockades on both sides in the northwest. They were clearly well prepared."

"So... this was a long-planned tactical deception and surprise attack?"

"Fuck! I was just lying in the woods, resting my eyes, and before I knew what happened, the whole team was wiped out."

"Who says it's not? This shameless sneak attack is totally unchivalrous. I strongly condemn it."

"Ah - what's the big deal about dying once? It's not like I haven't tried it before. What I really care about is the equipment I worked so hard to collect."

"I feel the same way! That suit of gold is worth at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins. My heart starts to bleed just thinking about it. If I can't get it back with interest, I won't be able to swallow this anger."

"Look at what you have done. Is this a matter of getting back the money you put in with interest? Our reputation is about to be trampled underfoot!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Go to the storage room and queue up to get the spare equipment stored there. This matter is not over yet!"

"Yes! Even if I have to die a hundred times, I will smash that damn skull into pieces!"

…

As Old Bones launched his long-planned sneak attack, the passage outside the clone storage room connecting the interior of the Plantia floating city was filled with densely packed players who had just been resurrected.

Their common feature is that they are naked, cursing and looking very unhappy, and some even grit their teeth.

After all, once you die, all your weapons, equipment, and personal belongings will be dropped.

In addition, they will face severe "experience value punishment".

Most of the players who have a little bit of wealth will reserve some previously eliminated equipment for preservation, to ensure that even if they die accidentally, they will immediately have a set of inferior but usable weapons and armor after resurrection.

This is also the reason why the resurrected people immediately walked in groups towards the hall not far away where personal belongings and property were stored.

Just from the grand posture, it was clear that they were not reconciled to this defeat and were determined to go back for revenge.

You have to know that since entering this so-called "game world", the player community has never suffered such a big loss, so it can be said that the public is very excited at the moment.

Especially when they were fooled by a group of NPCs who were regarded as the source of experience points and equipment, it was particularly unacceptable to them psychologically and mentally.

However, just as the leaders of each team began to connect with each other and planned to fight back to get back their advantage, a voice that was both familiar and harsh to them began to echo above the entire Plantia floating city.

Woo-woo-woo-woo

Accompanied by low and piercing beeps, the largest structure of the floating city, as well as the floating islands and mobile turrets floating around it, all began to gather towards the center.

The airships, airplanes, other aircraft, dragons and other flying creatures floating overhead quickly lowered their altitude and fell to the ground.

The top of the central tower was constantly flashing a red light, symbolizing the highest level of combat readiness.

"This...is this an air raid alarm?"

The corner of a player's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He obviously couldn't believe in his dreams that he would hear such a sound in the game.

Another companion nearby quickly corrected him, "No, this is not an ordinary air raid alarm. If I remember correctly, it should be closer to a triple nuclear attack alarm. It seems that something big has happened."

"You mean the floating city is going to prepare to join the war?"

"I think it's almost certain. We suffered such heavy losses this time, how could we not retaliate fiercely?"

"Hahahaha! An all-out war? That would be so cool!"

"I have long wanted to see the fighting power of our nest."

"Do I need to see this? Look at the dragons and aircraft flying in the sky, and then look at the huge cannons placed on the floating islands around. The long-range firepower coverage and air strikes alone are enough to make the enemy unable to fight back."

"Not really. You have to take the magic into account."

"Come on. You didn't even take a look at how many wizard towers there are in the floating city."

Just as the players were discussing enthusiastically, Vanessa, the lich who represented Zuo Si and was stationed in Plantia and was responsible for daily management, finally announced solemnly through the loudspeaker magic: "Attention all residents of the floating city.

Next we will carry out an unprecedented cross-time and space transmission.

This process may be bumpy, so it is best for everyone to enter the surrounding buildings immediately, otherwise the consequences will be at their own risk.

During the transmission process, please keep as quiet as possible. No one is allowed to use any magical abilities, let alone try to drink potions or the like.

Once the teleport is complete, we will immediately engage the enemy.

I will then issue a series of combat orders and tasks.”

As the last word came out of his mouth, a spherical magic barrier visible to the naked eye quickly opened up with the central tower as its center, covering the floating city and the island that had just approached.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely huge crack instantly tore through the sky, like a monster's mouth, swallowing Plantia bit by bit.

The incredibly spectacular sight and darkness inside the space rift deeply shocked everyone.

Whether they were players, local indigenous residents, or the hybrid intelligent creatures that were created, they all gathered near the windows and looked outside in amazement. The only thing they could do was hold their breath and pray that nothing unexpected would happen during this cross-time and space transmission.

In stark contrast to their tense reactions was the operations meeting room in the central tower.

Vanessa, who had been silent for a long time, was obviously very happy today. She glanced at the representatives sent by various departments and said in a very relaxed tone: "Everyone, I think you should all know that this so-called war is actually to find a testing ground for the things you have invented during this period.

The department that performs better will receive more resources in the next stage.

So please give your all and let me see that all your investment is valuable.”

"Hehe, please rest assured, I promise that the enemy will receive the warmest reception."

An expert with short brown hair grinned with a "nuclear-good" smile.

As one of the persons in charge of the super weapon research and development project, he used the convenience brought by the combination of magic and technology to create several series of powerful weapons.

It was this guy who came up with the idea of ​​using the blood of Tiamat to make a magical nuclear bomb and put it into practice.

Compared with those experts who are relatively normal mentally and psychologically, he is obviously a madman who is keen on infinitely increasing the lethality of weapons and has a fanatical obsession with explosions and destruction.

So when he heard that there was a chance to pour weapons on the enemy without hesitation, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep for several days. He was eager to see the wonderful sight of flames shooting up into the sky and countless corpses and broken limbs flying in the sky.

Vanessa nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. Then I look forward to your performance. Now, I will grant you certain permissions to issue tasks to players during the war."

"What about me? What do I need to do?"

Isadora asked, pointing to her petite nose.

"You don't need to do anything. Just stay here with me and watch the show."

Without hesitation, Vanessa kept this "little ancestor" who was the most capable of causing trouble and also the most potentially dangerous by her side.

After everything that had happened, he was not comfortable leaving Isadora alone.

Especially the increasingly powerful psychic powers, which can easily tamper with the memories and thoughts of all the residents of a city in an instant.

Just as the floating city of Plantia was crossing the rift of time and space, Old Bones started a killing spree on the battlefield on the other side.

Since many elite players in the first echelon suffered devastating blows in a very short time after the war broke out, even those who survived were lost in the forest at night and unable to gather together to form an effective resistance, the Great Tomb of Nazarick finally fully demonstrated its advantages.

Moreover, with the use of summoning magic and the means of infinitely resurrecting corpses to transform them into an army of the undead, the size of the army quickly snowballed.

Finally, with the attack from both sides, the coalition forces of various countries collapsed and they could only flee for their lives. The scene quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

Hundreds of thousands of people were divided and surrounded, falling in a pool of blood with screams.

The catharsis brought about by this crushing and slaughter completely let Lao Gu, who had been suppressed for a long time, let out a sigh of relief, and even vaguely felt a kind of pleasure that could not be described in words.

That's it!

Anyway, I am already an undead, why should I abide by human values ​​and moral codes? From now on, I can do whatever I want! I want to be the supreme ruler of this world! I want everyone to submit to me! I will kill all those who dare to resist! I am the king of the undead! Old Bones screamed hysterically in his heart.

It was not difficult to judge from the red light flashing wildly in his eyes that he had completely crossed a certain bottom line and also completed the transformation of his self-cognition.

Without any hesitation!

This fellow, who had completely turned into a monster both physically and mentally, cast a large-scale damage spell and killed an army of more than a thousand fleeing soldiers on the spot.

If it were in the past, he would never have slaughtered a target that posed no threat to him.

But now, Old Bones has completely placed himself against the living. He has no intention of letting these human soldiers leave alive, and he plans to resurrect all the corpses into undead creatures. At dawn, he will launch a counterattack and completely destroy one of the countries, officially announcing to the world that he is not to be trifled with.

“The Supreme One!

We have now completely defeated the troops that blocked the forest as planned, and it won't be long before we can achieve our goal of annihilating them completely.

These lowly humans were too weak and were no match for the undead army of Nazarick. They even completely collapsed and lost the will to resist.

In comparison, those adventurers and mercenaries are quite difficult to deal with.

Although they have been completely dispersed, the survivors are still gathering together in an endless stream.

And even if they know they can't win, they will do their best to cause more casualties before they die.

The casualties among the low-level undead cannon fodder alone exceeded 100,000, and more than six teams of death knights also fell.

Several of the Pleiades' combat maids have been killed due to careless ambushes, and Aura and Mare were also killed instantly by a group of powerful assassins during the attack."

Albedo, dressed in black armor, knelt on one knee and reported the casualties.

After all, players are not fragile local indigenous people who will be intimidated by overly powerful enemies.

As early as when they were in the floating city, they had seen many grand scenes, and often saw powerful individuals such as legendary liches, winter wights, constructs, corpse-smacking creatures, hell fiends, and giant dragons soaring in the sky.

Therefore, even if they are in desperate situations, these guys will never lack the courage to fight to the death.

The majority of casualties in the Great Tomb of Nazarick right now were caused by battles with players.

"Well done, the casualties are still within an acceptable range. Resurrect the fallen guardians immediately, and then we will start the counterattack."

Bones commanded in a cold and emotionless tone.

"clear!"

Albedo nodded vigorously, then stood up and glanced at Demiurge who was summoning a meteor shower to kill the fleeing soldiers not far away, preparing to teleport directly back to the Great Tomb to preside over the resurrection.

But before she could activate the teleportation magic, the sky full of stars above her head was suddenly torn apart by a terrifying force.

Soon after, a huge city slowly floated out from inside.

moment!

People in the entire forest and the surrounding areas within hundreds of kilometers saw this incredible scene, and they all stared with their eyes wide open for fear of missing even a single detail.

"Warrior-Captain! What is that?"

A soldier from the kingdom asked in a slightly trembling voice.

Gazef wielded his broadsword and cut off a low-level undead that rushed towards him. He then protected the headless body of the old king on his horse and said bitterly, "Don't ask me. How would I know? I hope it will stand on our side. Otherwise, we should be prepared to die in battle."

"Alas - His Majesty the King died in battle, and so did the two princes and countless nobles. What will become of our country in the future?"

Another soldier sighed in despair.

Obviously, the reason why the remaining tens of thousands of troops belonging to the Kingdom of Re-Estize have not died out is basically due to the persistence of Warrior Captain Gazef.

The soldiers who had lost the noble leadership believed that only by following him could they escape from this nightmarish disaster.

At the same time, since the Blood Emperor did not come in person, the Bahas Empire was led by Bajord Peshumel, one of the Four Knights.

He obviously did not have the same charisma as Gazef, so his troops had long been dispersed by the Undead Legion and the high-level NPCs who had freed up their hands. At this moment, he was hiding with several hundred cavalrymen.

But after seeing the huge city appearing in the sky above his head, his mouth opened in disbelief.

In comparison, the priests who came with the Church were relatively calm, but they also looked at the floating city of Plantia with serious faces, and huge waves were rising in their hearts.

After all, according to the historical laws that this world has forgotten, "Hundred Years of Aftershocks" only befalls a group of players every hundred years on average.

Since it has been confirmed that Old Bones and the Great Tomb of Nazarick are players who have arrived recently, what is going on with the floating city at this moment?

Could it be that two groups have descended this time?

"Master Priest, what should we do now?"

The first captain of the Black Scripture asked in a low voice after easily dealing with hundreds of low-level undead cannon fodder in front of him.

"Retreat first. The encirclement and suppression plan has completely failed. We need to observe the situation before making a decision."

The priest thought for a moment and then made a decision.

The purpose of the Church has always been to ensure the survival and reproduction of the human race, so its style of doing things is relatively conservative and it rarely makes risky or radical moves.

Just as they were taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield and moving quickly along the outskirts of the forest, Demiurge had already transformed into a demon form and flew above the floating city of Plantia.

His intention was very clear, he wanted to rush over and take a look in advance in order to obtain first-hand information.

It’s a pity that this guy obviously doesn’t know how many powerful weapons are hidden in the floating city of Plantia.

Before he could get any closer, hundreds of magic heavy artillery that had been modified by the sparkling oil and could automatically aim and fire had locked onto him, and at the same time, they emitted a deafening roar.

boom!!!!!!!!

All Demiurge saw was hundreds of dazzling bright spots suddenly appearing around the floating city.

The next second...

Everything in front of his eyes turned white, and his strong body was instantly torn to pieces by all kinds of energy and force fields. He didn't even have time to scream before he completely disappeared.

To be exact, it was completely erased on the physical level.

Because the essence of magic heavy artillery is the release of magic and energy.

It can be used as a platform for ultra-long-range spells, and can also shoot out pure energy balls or energy rays.

Its power depends on how much energy is provided at one time.

Hundreds of guns fired at once were so powerful that not only Demiurge but also all the NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick would be killed instantly.

The only drawback is that the range of the magic heavy artillery is not very far, at least it cannot be compared with the electromagnetic cannon, and it can only be used as a defensive measure for the time being.

But the destructive power it demonstrated in actual combat for the first time completely stunned the old bones on the ground.

Albedo and other NPCs beside him had the same reaction.

Although Demiurge is a spellcaster who prefers magic, mantras, and summoning among many level 100 guardians, and theoretically his defense and vitality are not as good as warriors of the same level, he is definitely not a fragile one.

But now he was like an ant being easily crushed to death by the other party.

The strong mental shock even made them doubt their own strength.

However, compared to the shock in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the remaining soldiers who were being chased, blocked and slaughtered immediately burst into deafening cheers.

Also cheering were the players who were scattered and hiding in the dense woods and grass, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Hiding in the forest, they quickly began to mark the enemy's coordinates on the map based on their own positions, and then sent the data back using the Shuoyou mobile terminal they carried with them.

After a short while, the floating city received the coordinates and started the first round of targeted bombardment.

Because electromagnetic guns do not make a roar like gunpowder weapons, there is not much noise during the launch process.

Instead, it draws parabolas in the air and emits a creepy scream as it approaches the target.

Since the sky was almost dark at night, no one knew what this strange whistling sound meant.

But soon, deafening explosions, flames, and violent burning completely ignited the entire forest.

轰！轰！轰！轰！轰！轰！ 之间方圆十几公里范围内，大小不一的炮弹如同天女散花般，在一个又一个敌人聚集的地方落下。

其中有些是用巨兽电磁炮打过来的超巨型炮弹，在空中解体后将内部存放的小型集束弹释放，从而形成的恐怖覆盖型面积。

其中有些是靠爆炸所产生的力场冲击波与破片撕碎目标，有的则装满了可以剧烈燃烧的混合物，还有的是释放腐蚀性强酸把亡灵生物身上的烂肉与骨头统统溶解。

总之在这一轮定点炮击结束后，老骨头引以为傲的亡灵军团基本算是死了个七七八八，就连自己从纳萨力克大坟墓里带出来的死亡骑士精锐也跟着一起报销了。

看着周围冲天的火光，还有穿越前只有在网络媒体上才能看到的现代武器，之前还无比狂妄想要统治世界成为不死者之王的他，大脑瞬间一片空白，完全失去了思考能力。

我是谁？ 我在哪？ 我要干什么来着？

最重要的是，这他妈的可是大规模炮击啊！ 难道这个世界不是以魔法为主的奇幻世界吗？ 为什么会冒出现代的热武器？

由于之前想要探索这个世界的计划被玩家们打断了，因此老骨头眼下对于这个世界仍旧是两眼一抹黑。

哪怕是偶尔抓住几个俘虏，也很难从对方嘴里获取到什么有用的信息，只知道帝国、教国、王国和圣王国几个周边国家是以人类为主。

除此之外再就是一些零碎的公开信息，以及部分需要格外注意的大人物。

至于人类活动范围之外的广袤土地……

不好意思，别说是情报和地图了，就连听都没听说过。

不是不想派人去打探，而是被堵在家门口根本抽不出多余的人手。

就在老骨头愣神的这会儿功夫，迪米乌哥斯手下“贪婪”、“嫉妒”和“愤怒”三魔将眼见自家老大被干掉，立刻失去理智一股脑冲了上去。

为首的愤怒更是咆哮着释放了【陨石坠落】，想要把浮空城从天上砸下来。

可以遗憾的是，这种区区相当九环的奥术魔法，怎么可能对拥有一大堆防御手段的普兰提亚浮空城造成伤害。

还没等陨石落下来就瞬间被笼罩在周围的重力捕获，随后反手扔到愤怒的身上，将其从半空砸向地面。

轰！ 一时之间火光四溅。

紧跟着魔力重炮再次开火，一轮攻击便将三个魔将全部带走。

这些本地土著居民眼中几乎不可战胜的魔王，在浮空城恐怖火力的攻击下简直就像刚出生的婴儿一样脆弱。

“我的天呐！这……这是何等强大的力量！简直无可匹敌！”

葛杰夫下意识吞了吞口水，完全不知道该如何表达自己此刻的心情。

刚才还把各国联军逼入绝境的可怕敌人，居然在浮空城出现之后没多久便灰飞烟灭。

数以万计由亡灵、小恶魔、异形虫子等怪物组成的大军，就在自己的眼前被从天而降的炮弹炸得血肉模糊、支离破碎。

不过还没等这位战士长来得及给王国残存的士兵们下达撤退命令，就看到浮空城里边突然飞出了成片成片大大小小的黑点。

但因为距离太远且夜晚光线太暗看不清楚究竟是什么。

幸好！

伴随着成片的黑点离开浮空城范围出现在皎洁月光的照射下，众人这才看清楚原来这些黑点居然是一条条面目狰狞的巨龙，总数量大约在两三千之多。

在巨龙的头顶，还能看到一艘艘椭圆形的飞艇，以及呈现出略显扁平形状的飞机和扑翼机。

其中巨龙军团主要干的是编队护航，飞艇和飞机的任务是执行轰炸和空中火力支援，而可以在任意地形起降的扑翼机里则装满了气势汹汹要找回场子的玩家们。

毕竟在没有了前线玩家提供的坐标点，直接用电磁炮进行远程火力覆盖实在是太容易误伤友军和自己人了。

介于浮空城与战场的距离并不算远，而且飞行速度要远比地面上移动的速度很快，因此才没过多久庞大的空军编队便抵达了森林上空。

当通过居高临下的视野看清楚下方情况后，一名骑在龙背上负责指挥空战的玩家最先高举手中闪烁着雷电光芒的长枪大喊道：“兄弟们！报仇的时候到了！跟我冲！先把那些有飞行能力的该死怪物全部打下去，确保空中炮艇和运输机的安全。”

“上！谁怂谁是孙子！”

“哈哈哈哈！我早就想体验一把龙骑士的感觉了！”

“你这龙骑士正经么？”

“龙骑士还分正经和不正经？”

“嘿嘿！兄弟，你这一看就是不懂其中的奥妙。待会儿交换一下联系方式，等打完了这场我跟你好好聊聊关于另外一种龙骑士是怎回事。”

“我听说有些龙是能变成人类形态呢。”

“什么？你们现在都玩的这么变态吗？连龙都不放过！”

“切，这算什么。浮空城最近不知道从哪冒出一些龙人萝莉和正太，那个才带劲呢。”

“滚远点！我可不想跟你们这些人渣扯上关系！”

不得不说，玩家们的言论和思维方式永远都是那么的逆天。

只有你想不到的，没有他们说不出来、干不出来的。

也许就像有句话说的那样，有的人戴上了面具实则是摘下了面具。

在现实生活中为了维持个人形象和社会关系，基本上所有成年人都是带着不同面具在生活。

哪怕在心底十分讨厌一个人，也必须保持最基本的礼貌，比如说每天见面打招呼、问好。

只要仔细观察就会发现，绝大部分进入社会的人学会的第一课就是伪装。

可到了能够隐藏真实身份的互联网上，这种伪装和面具就会下意识被摘掉，把内心之中那个最真实的自己释放出来。

这也是为什么有许多人现实与网络上的形象反差非常大，简直就像是两个截然相反的极端。

因为在网络上，他们拆下了平日里用来伪装的面具，释放了内心之中那个长期被压抑的、渴望摆脱一切束缚的自己。

就在玩家嬉笑怒骂尽情享受着他们认为的“虚拟人生”时，整整两三千条通过各种基因与魔法技术培育出来的巨龙，山呼海啸般扑向了纳萨力克大坟墓的空军。

地面上的人只看到天空中猛然间冒出一道道刺眼炫目的火焰、寒冰、闪电、强酸吐息，瞬间把黑夜照得如同白昼一般。

随后那些拥有飞行能力的恶魔和不死生物便开始如同雨点般从头顶落下，砰砰的砸在地面上碎裂成残缺不全的尸体。

其中绝大部分都已经被烧焦或者电焦。

还有的干脆被强酸腐蚀到看不出原本是什么东西，只剩下一团黏糊糊、黑不溜秋、散发着刺鼻异味的液体。

至于那些被冻成冰坨掉下来的倒霉蛋，基本与地面接触的瞬间就会四分五裂。

不用问也知道，这场空战几乎就是一边倒的屠杀。

哪怕有几名守护者释放高级魔法想要把巨龙从天上打下来，但也收效甚微。

原因非常简单！ 这些经过改良并缩短成长周期的巨龙亚种，现如今基本都达到了费伦成年巨龙的标准。

因此他们的生命力和魔法抗性都相当顽强，怎可能会被随随便便的杀掉。

更何况龙背上的玩家骑手，有不少都掌握着治疗魔法或携带了治疗药水。

要是坐骑受伤过重，他们立刻便会对其进行治疗。

一轮法术攻击过后，只有不到二十条龙从天空中坠落下去生死不明。

好巧不巧的是，其中有一条刚好就掉落在王国军队的眼前。

砰！ 随着一声巨响和飞扬的树木、尘土，骑在龙背上的玩家成功完成了一次迫降。

尽管他自己也摔得不轻，但还是跌跌撞撞爬起来走到巨龙身边，轻轻拍着对方那硕大且不断流血的脑袋问道：“喂！伙计！你伤的怎么样？还有救吗？”

“……”

浑身上下覆盖着蓝色鳞片的巨龙显然有很高的智力水平，强忍着疼痛没好气瞪了这个临时的合作伙伴一眼，仿佛在说“你眼睛瞎了吗，我都这样了还问”。

"Um - sorry, I'm not a priest, and I don't have any other means of treatment. Please drink this bottle of powerful healing potion to resist for a while. I have sent a distress signal to the floating city, and they should send someone to treat you soon."

This player, who was obviously human, took out a bottle of potion and fed it to the dragon.

Just as he was about to get up and leave to join others, he suddenly found that the army wearing the kingdom's standard armor was surrounding him from all directions.

These soldiers were obviously very frightened and afraid of the dragon, so they stopped fifty meters away and dared not move forward even a step.

The elite players who have already crossed the legendary threshold and possessed the LV23 barbarian level naturally did not take these guys who might not even have the LV1 warrior level seriously. Instead, they were interested in seeing what the other party was going to do.

As long as he wanted, he could rush into the crowd and act unstoppably at any time. Relying on his violence and sharp combat instincts, he could easily defeat the opponent or even kill them all.

Fortunately, these kingdom soldiers did not intend to cause trouble.

After about ten seconds, the temporary commander, Warrior Captain Gazef, squeezed out of the crowd, took two steps forward and wanted to say hello first, and then solemnly thank the other party for saving his life and the lives of the soldiers behind him.

But when the distance was close enough for both sides to see each other's faces clearly, he suddenly stopped, stared at the player standing next to the dragon with wide eyes, and asked in an extremely shocked tone: "Korlant! You...you died in the battle, didn't you? I saw with my own eyes that you and your teammates were evaporated by the terrifying magic, and not even a corpse was left."

moment!

Beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the player called Colrant.

He obviously did not expect that the moment of his death would be seen by the sergeant who was passing by on patrol, and the incident was still remembered in his mind.

Fortunately, this guy was quick-witted and quickly explained: "You were wrong. We were not killed, we just escaped through teleportation magic. Now, we are back to take revenge."

“Not dead?!”

From the expression on his face, it was clear that Gazef didn't believe a single word he said.

After all, he took the cavalry to take a look and even picked up quite a lot of valuable high-level magic weapons, equipment and items.

If it was teleportation, how could these things be left behind?

So Gazef concluded that the other party must have died once.

But I don't know how it was restored.

Considering that the high-level priests in this world also have some means of resurrection, but the price to pay is relatively high, he did not continue to delve into it. Instead, he cast his eyes on the seriously injured dragon and asked with a tone of awe and a hint of envy: "Is this dragon your friend and partner?"

Colrant shook his head slightly: "No, no, we are just a temporary partnership.

He belongs to the floating city of Plantia, the one that everyone can see in the sky far away.

In the previous battle, he was severely damaged by the enemy's magic, so he made an emergency landing at a random place. It would probably take at least some time for him to recover.

If you don't mind, could you please look after it for me?

Don't worry, the floating city will send rescuers soon."

"No problem, I'm more than happy to help."

Gazef agreed without even thinking about it.

Although he was full of questions about the appearance of the floating city of Plantia, the resurrection of the mysterious man in front of him, and the soaring dragons and strange flying vehicles in the sky, considering the powerful enemy at hand, he suppressed his curiosity.

After all, no matter how you look at it, this suddenly emerging force is helping the kingdom and humanity.

Since we are allies, we should try our best to maintain good relations.

Although he himself had no political talent, he knew that after experiencing a devastating defeat and the loss of hundreds of thousands of troops, what his country needed most was recuperation.

"Hehe! I'll leave it to you. Don't be afraid, this dragon will not actively attack or harm targets that pose no threat."

After saying that, Colrant picked up his weapon and ran towards the center of the battlefield.

After he completely walked away and disappeared into the dark forest, Gazef let out a long breath, forced a smile at the blue dragon lying on the ground and said, "Hello. Let's get along in a friendly way for the next short time."

Unfortunately, the dragon ignored him and just lay quietly on the ground, trying not to move to avoid touching the shocking wound on its abdomen.

At the same time, as all the flying units in the Great Tomb of Nazarick were overwhelmed and annihilated by the Dragon Legion, the aerial gunboats composed of airships and airplanes were finally able to disperse completely, directly covering the entire battlefield and delivering high-altitude firepower to any area where the enemy was found.

For a moment, the sound of explosions and flames that had originally disappeared echoed in the forest again.

Even Old Bone and the high-level NPCs around him did not dare to face this high-intensity and high-density bombardment head-on. They gave up the idea of ​​continuing the fight and retreated back to their nests.

The former, in particular, were completely stunned by this warfare mode that mixed magic and technology.

The artillery shells and incendiary bombs that kept falling from the sky vaguely reminded him of the barbecue party that was held in his own country at the end of World War II, which was described in history textbooks. An inexplicable fear began to be awakened in his bones.

As for those troops that cannot be withdrawn, there is no better way than to give up.

Some of those who were unlucky and slow to retreat were beaten up by players who dropped from the sky in flapping-wing planes, and were beaten to death within a few minutes.

Moreover, the explosion and burning of the artillery fire ignited the forest. Under the reflection of the flames rising into the sky, the entrance to the Great Tomb of Nazarick, which had been disguised by magic, was completely exposed.

The next thing to do is to test the effects and power of various weapons one by one in this huge different-dimensional space hidden deep underground.

(End of this chapter)