"Hahahaha! I can't believe that we didn't die in this situation!"
Jack took off his helmet, revealing his iconic ugly face and laughing wildly. He didn't care at all about the wounds on his body that were bleeding a lot of black blood and even rotting and smelly.
You don’t need to ask to know that these wounds are the result of negative energy erosion caused by being injured by the undead.
A normal person would probably have fainted from the pain, but the player's pain perception has long been greatly weakened by the mastermind Isadora.
To be precise, they cannot feel pain at all like normal creatures. They simply know where they are injured, how serious the injury is, and whether it is a broken bone or damaged internal organs.
It is precisely because of this that Jack was able to run so far dragging his injured body.
Otherwise, just the wound pain caused by muscle contraction and other physiological reactions such as sweating and twitching will prevent him from running at full speed and eventually the undead will catch up and kill him.
Wu Sheng on the side was in a similar situation. The inlaid leather armor on his body had been torn by unknown undead and became tattered. A scratch 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 secreted hormones was affecting the brain. The whole person did not look injured at all. Instead, his eyes shone with excitement and he grinned broadly.
He responded: "Yes! This is called surviving a catastrophe but being blessed later. In short, no matter what the final result of this mission is, we have made a lot of money."
Seeing the two people acting like no one else was around, the players who were already full of envy and jealousy couldn't help but start talking about lemons.
"Damn! What two lucky bastards."
"I just don't understand why their team won the first prize among more than 140 people?"
"This is not fair! Everyone should have a share of the 10,000 gold coin reward."
"Forget it, don't complain here. Exploration missions like this are inherently luck-based, and there's nothing you can do if you're lucky."
"Damn it! I really want to feel the weight of ten thousand gold coins."
"Alas - people are more annoying than others."
"Do you think there is a hidden lucky attribute in this game?"
"It's hard to say. At present, various mechanisms are still being explored, and maybe they really exist. But the realism of this game world is really hard to say."
"It's hard to disagree! Especially when it was my first time to fight a zombie in close combat, the putrid smell coming from the opponent's body, as well as the rotten flesh and eyeballs falling from the body, almost made me, a veteran, sick and vomited." "Be content! At least you encountered human zombies. Our team ran into a zombie brown bear. That thing is scary."
"It would be nice to have a powerful shotgun. Crossbows have poor lethality, and it is difficult to cause fatal damage to large enemies at once."
"Gun? I've seen that thing in a weapons store. But are you sure you can afford it? The guns in this world are all alchemical creations, and the bullets are stuffed with gem powder. A gun costs at least one thousand and fifty
One hundred gold coins, and a bullet costs about five silver coins."
"Five silver coins and one bullet? Where are the bullets? It's just money! Forget it, it's better for me to stick to a practical bow and crossbow."
……
Of course, neither Jack nor Wu Sheng paid any attention to these players' random behavior. Instead, they joked with each other in a semi-joking tone from time to time.
After all, I have taken the biggest advantage, so it is not surprising that others have such a reaction.
This is like someone suddenly winning a lottery jackpot, and 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 criticized will not lose a hair.
With the appearance of Captain Bol, these idle guys finally stopped chatting and turned their attention to the "NPC" who had the highest command authority in this mission.
Glancing around at the human compatriots who were from the Earth like himself, Bol pursed his lips and showed a smile. He first handed a few bottles of healing potions to Jack and Wu Sheng, and praised them without hesitation: "About this time
You have done an excellent job in the search and investigation missions. You have lived up to the trust given by Floating City and far exceeded my expectations."
"Thank you for your compliment. We just happened to be lucky."
Wu Sheng said modestly, quickly took the healing potion, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
Instantly!
The healing magic stored inside acts on the body, first neutralizing the small amount of negative energy, and then quickly repairing the wound.
Jack also drank another bottle and secretly stuffed the rest into his backpack.
You must know that even the lowest and cheapest zero-ring healing potion can immediately stop bleeding and save lives, and it sells for up to forty gold coins.
A first-level potion for treating minor injuries costs 80 gold coins, which is simply not something that players can afford at this stage.
Fortunately, all the consumption of this mission was provided by the floating city for free, otherwise they would rather die a few more times than use this out-and-out "luxury product".
Bol obviously noticed Jack's little move of trying to pluck wool from himself, but he did not point it out. Instead, he continued to talk to all the players present: "Whether it is luck or other reasons, in short, it is very important to find Mutahar."
Vanessa and Lord Tyrantir both attach great importance to the matter of Er's Floating City, and are rushing over as quickly as possible.
In order to prevent those damn undead from escaping with the empire's precious property, our current task is to buy time at all costs.
This means that the airship will next carry out a suicide mission, that is, to bomb the floating city of Mutahar.
Let me state in advance that this will be a one-way ticket to death, and we have basically no chance of survival.
Tell me, do you feel fear or fear?"
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"Look at this. Do you think we are scared?"
The dwarf player who named himself "Isa" grinned and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
If it were in the real world, he might think about it or hesitate for a moment.
But now in the "virtual game world", dying once is just a loss of experience points, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Moreover, the rewards for this mission are so generous that it doesn’t matter if you die ten times and return to the state of your newborn, not to mention dying once.
In the eyes of this dwarf player who used to be a mercenary, the act of exchanging one's life for high rewards is essentially the same as receiving the pension after one's own death.
Anyway, in the end, he enjoys it himself. As long as the "pension" is high enough, he will dare to rush in and chop him even in the face of a god.
Another human female player named "Leonie" also echoed: "Yes, we are fearless. Please give the order! Tonight we are going to let go and make a big fuss!"
"Very good! Now I officially announce that the bombing mission to the floating city of Mutahar has been officially launched.
Everyone in their place!
When arriving at the designated location, immediately start dropping bombs.
Remember, we only have a few minutes to unleash our firepower.
Then undead creatures with the ability to fly, such as ghosts and wraiths, will come up one after another like a tide.
At that time, you will have to fight to the death with it in every corner of the deck and cabin.
As long as we persist long enough, the floating city's support will arrive in time."
Boll told these players the precautions with a serious expression.
Of course, this information and combat plans were all transmitted from the floating city by the mastermind Isadora.
In fact, he himself is similar to most players, and he doesn't know much about the types, numbers and abilities of the undead.
"Understood!"
The players roared in unison on the spot like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
As we all know, flying in the sky is always much faster than running on the ground.
Even an airship that looks slow can actually reach a speed of 160 to 200 kilometers per hour.
On the ground, if a car wants to drive at this speed, even on a smooth road, the car may crash at any time and kill people in the next second.
What's more, the weight of the pod of this experimental magic airship is almost negligible.
Coupled with the constant spell used to resist wind and airflow, the maximum speed can reach an astonishing 450 kilometers per hour, almost reaching the speed of some propeller aircraft in the early World War II.
After a while, the huge airship flew through 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 have been transformed from the archmage have stopped their previous transformation and suturing of large undead creatures. They are now gathering near the central tower and seem to be performing some unknown magic ritual. With the guidance of negative energy, the entire Mutahar Floating City seems to become blurred.
At the same time, those plants, vines and the like quickly withered and withered, presenting a strange and twisted beauty.
"No! These guys want to transfer the floating city to a negative energy plane!"
Boll put down the telescope in his hand and his expression suddenly changed.
Different from the castrated version of magic education that players received, the person responsible for teaching him and the other twenty-nine high-end talents magic knowledge was a lich with a spellcasting level as high as LV19.
Moreover, you can freely enter and exit the central library filled with magical knowledge, materials and spells from different worlds, so you can recognize the function of this magical ritual at a glance.
If the other party successfully completes the ritual, then if you want to capture the floating city of Mutahar, you will need to take huge risks and enter the dangerous negative energy plane.
"What are we going to do now? Start dropping bombs down immediately?"
Jack, who was holding a hydrogen-oxygen bomb the size of a gas tank in one hand, asked cautiously.
Bol immediately pointed to the huge magic circle with red light shining in front of the central tower below, and said viciously: "Have you seen this thing?
Immediately inform everyone, abandon the plan to cause large-scale destruction, throw all the bombs over, and interrupt the entire magic ceremony no matter what.
If there are not enough bombs, hold the holy water jar and launch a suicide charge!
By the way, let me tell them that as long as the magic ritual is successfully interrupted, all rewards for this mission will be doubled."
"What? All rewards doubled? Including our reward of 10,000 gold coins?" Jack's eyes widened in shock.
Bol nodded bluntly: "Yes! All rewards! Also, can you please put on your helmet? Your face really makes me feel stomach acid rising, and I feel uncomfortable all over."
"Ah! I'm so sorry. I took it off just now to get some air and forgot to put it on. I'm sorry that I made you sick."
Jack made an awkward apology while using extremely skillful movements to put the helmet he was about to wear on his head.
It is not difficult to see from this reaction that he has fully accepted the fact that his game character's appearance is mentally contaminated.
However, because players generally have strong receptive abilities, and their minds are protected by the spiritual energy released by the mastermind Isadora, their physiological reactions are stronger than ordinary people.
Unless you are very close or you are staring at it, you will not start vomiting directly on the spot like normal people.
Obviously, this time it was because Jack was too close to Boll, which caused the latter's psychological discomfort.
No hesitation!
Jack, who put on his helmet again, ran to the deck carrying two heavy iron cans and shouted at the completely excited players: "Brothers! Sisters! I want to announce good news to you! Just
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 whose body was covered with large and small fleshy bumps, and who was obviously mixed with troll blood, suddenly raised his head, and his two light yellow pupils shot out a terrifying green light under the cover of night.
"Yes! Double that! So we have to find a way to make the bombs fall as densely as possible within that range. Do any of you have any good ideas?" Jack's eyes quickly swept across the deck.
After all, anyone with a bit of military knowledge will understand how impressive the hit rate of high-altitude bombs is. If it exceeds 10%, it is considered a high achievement.
Therefore, this problem must be left to "professionals" to solve.
Through their free time eating and resting in Infinite City, he and Wu Sheng had already gotten a rough idea of these elites who stood out from thousands of players. Basically, more than 80% of them had experience of serving in the military and had outstanding performance on the battlefield.
Or have received more than one medal.
Some are even pilots of fighter jets and bombers, or members of artillery, tank crews and special forces.
The players were silent for a few seconds. A half-elf came out of the crowd and said in a very professional tone: "With our current conditions, if we want to improve the hit rate of aerial bombs, we must either lower the altitude.
Or use ropes to connect the bombs in series to ensure the hit rate by expanding the explosion range."
"I think lowering the height is definitely not possible. Whether it is the floating city itself or those powerful undead casters, they must have strong long-range attack methods. A height of about one thousand meters is already quite dangerous.
If you lower your height, you might be knocked down by a magic attack."
Another player quickly rejected the idea of lowering the height.
Although he has not seen the terrifying combat power of the floating city, he has seen some of the power of magic during training.
Among them, the three-ring fireball technique alone can create a terrifying high-temperature explosion with a radius of six meters and a temperature exceeding one thousand degrees Celsius. The power of advanced magic can be imagined.
Of course, this player still doesn’t know that the airbags of the airship he is riding in are still filled with flammable and explosive hydrogen, otherwise he would definitely propose to raise the altitude to more than two thousand meters.
The half-elf player nodded slightly: "In other words, we only have one way left now, which is to connect the bombs together with ropes as much as possible, and then throw them down all at once. In this way, even if some of them are falling,
If it deviates from the target, according to the inertia generated by the airship's continuous forward movement, at least some of the subsequent bombs will successfully hit."
"Then what are you waiting for? Act quickly! We will reach the sky above the central tower in a few minutes.
"Quick! Quick! Quick! Let's all run!"
"Rope! Go and take out all the ropes in the cargo hold!"
"Holy water! Don't forget the holy water! That thing is a powerful weapon against incorporeal undead creatures like ghosts!"
"Get more blazing glue! Coat it on arrows and weapons! It can also cause damage to spirits!"
A group of players quickly took advantage of their initiative and began to work together.
Since more than 80% of them have served in the military, their discipline, obedience and collaboration skills are not to be underestimated.
In less than two or three minutes, the canisters of the hydrogen-oxygen bomb and the incendiary bomb were connected in series.
The female player who was responsible for the observation before continued to use the "visual distance method" to repeatedly measure the distance between the airship and the bombing target. At the same time, she calculated in her mind the speed of the airship and how far it could fly according to inertia after the bomb was dropped.
When she arrived at the bombing area, she immediately shouted without looking back: "Now! Start dropping bombs! Don't stop! Throw all the bombs down at once!"
"Start bombing on the port side!"
"Starter bombing begins!"
Players with relatively high strength attributes, led by Jack, used all their strength to throw the bombs stacked 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, the subsequent ones will also slide down together and stretch out in mid-air to form knotted lines.
After a while, hundreds of these tandem bombs filled the sky.
At this moment, the sky has completely darkened, and the undead below have not noticed the airship passing overhead, nor the group of bombs that are about to fall.
After all, the noise of the motor itself is very small, and there are no whistles on these bombs, so everything is done quietly.
About ten seconds or so, when the first wave of bombs fell to the ground, violent explosions, flames and deafening roars instantly covered a kilometer radius of the central tower of Mutahar Floating City.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Those low-level undead creatures, such as skeletons, zombies, ghouls, etc., were all torn to pieces in an instant, and even the broken limbs were turned to ashes in the flames.
In particular, a hydrogen-oxygen bomb will undergo a chemical reaction to form boiling water vapor at the moment of explosion, causing secondary damage to all surrounding undead.
The viscous incendiary bombs will then trigger sky-high fires and heat the water vapor to a critical point, where it will decompose into hydrogen and oxygen again, causing the combustion to become more intense.
Therefore, in the continuous explosions, with the central tower as the center, an unparalleled horrific scene was presented within a radius of two thousand meters.
In some places, the temperature is too high, resulting in the crazy influx of cold air from the outside, eventually forming spectacular flame tornadoes.
Wherever this thing passed, even the giant undead creatures that were hundreds of meters long were trying to get out of the way. The casters of the undead creatures transformed by the archmage immediately chose to interrupt the magic ritual and hid in some mage towers that could withstand the flames.
Inside the building with explosion attack.
Baator Hell is full of burning flames, and the fourth layer of magma, Phlegethos, is probably nothing more than that.
"Fake! What's in those cans? I'm afraid the incendiary bombs and napalm bombs used in the army can't achieve this effect, right?"
After completing the bomb-dropping mission, Jack grabbed the guardrail and looked down, with an expression of shock and disbelief on his face.
Because he could clearly see that some ordinary stone buildings and metals without magic protection had melted into a scalding liquid state under the high temperature flames.
Cruel!
It’s so cruel!
He originally thought that it would be good if these bombs could produce an effect similar to black powder or yellow powder.
But I never expected that it would be more powerful than thermal weapons manufactured through modern technology.
"Judging from the water vapor generated at the moment of the explosion, almost half of the iron cans should be filled with hydrogen and oxygen. As for the composition of the remaining incendiary bombs, it is not clear. But judging from the color and viscosity of the flame, I
I think there is 100% white phosphorus in it."
While saying these words, the corners of Wu Sheng's mouth kept twitching.
He can guarantee that if these incendiary bombs were placed on the earth, they would 100% be on the United Nations banned weapons list.
As for the other players, they were all stunned and couldn't believe what they saw with their own eyes.
There is no doubt that this bombing gave them a completely new understanding and concept of the floating city of Plantia to which they belong, and the weapons equipped in the floating city.
This is definitely not a sword-and-sorcery game with a medieval background that some players guessed, but a world with a combination of highly developed magic and technology.
The so-called "sword and magic" is just that the players' level is too low and they are temporarily unable to access powerful things.
Thinking of this, Wu Sheng subconsciously glanced at the compound bow on his back, secretly thinking about 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 bomb, the voice of Captain Boll suddenly came from the speaker.
"A large number of unidentified flying creatures were found below! Everyone is ready to fight!"
"Flying creatures? Gan!"
A player stretched out his upper body and glanced at the visual blind spot blocked by the airship pod, and immediately found hundreds of dense black shadows flying upward at extremely fast speeds.
Not only that!
The tops of some mage towers also began to flash with dazzling lights.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of lightning and fireballs came like raindrops, and the number was simply mind-numbing.
"Hold on! Hurry and hold on to the guardrail around you! We are about to start a high-speed maneuver!"
Bol continued to deliver warnings to players through the loudspeaker.
"Can airships also perform high-speed maneuvers?"
Jack opened his mouth and asked in shock.
Wu Sheng quickly wrapped a rope around his waist and fixed himself to the guardrail of the deck. He responded without raising his head: "This involves a blind spot in my knowledge. But no matter what angle we are riding on the airship,
, are obviously not related to the word normal."
The next second...
The huge airship suddenly felt like it was on fire. A terrifying strong wind burst out from inside the air bag, doubling its flight speed instantly.
The indescribable huge pushing feeling on the back and the airflow blowing from the face made many players couldn't help but scream.
Of course, some of these screams were due to fright, while others were simply to vent their inner excitement and excitement.
As a result, most of the lightning and fireballs shot from the mage tower were directly dodged, and only a few of them hit the bottom of the pod, forming several huge holes.
But the price is that a dozen players who didn't have time to catch on were thrown directly out, and are now experiencing the excitement of free falling from an altitude of more than a thousand meters.
A few guys who were suspected of mastering skydiving skills even pulled out the weapons they carried with them, changed their direction by adjusting their posture, and crashed directly into the flying undead, hoping to pull some backs before dying.
But when they got closer and saw each other's appearance clearly, they soon felt regretful.
Because the appearance of these undead with the ability to fly is really disgusting. They are basically made of bird feather wings, human arms and some unknown animal skins sewn together to form four huge wings.
As for the body, it is just a huge cyst, not only exuding a pungent stench, but also covered with a layer of black and red mucus.
The moment they inserted their weapons, the huge cyst exploded instantly, pouring liquid rich in poison, acid and disease into the surrounding area.
Before they even hit the ground, the skin and muscles on the surface of several players' bodies were corroded, leaving only a pale skeleton.
"Oh my god! I would rather fall and die than die like this."
A female player couldn't help but shudder.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm afraid it's not up to you. Here, take this, and when those monsters catch up later, remember to give it a good blow, so that you can die with more dignity."
Another male player next to him smiled evilly and handed over a spear.
The female player took the spear and rolled her eyes angrily: "Bah! Do you think I'm scared? No! I just don't want my beautiful face to have scars."
"Please don't worry about this. Only by surviving 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 it is within the affected area. So don't worry and choose a heroic death.
Fa, let’s go back to the floating city and see you again.”
Another male player who just happened to pass by raised his arm and made a salute. Then he stood in front of one of the bed crossbows, quickly turned the winch to draw the bowstring, and put the huge and sharp arrow into the groove.<
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At this moment, the players who are still alive on the airship are all very aware that given the current situation, it is basically impossible for them to escape alive, so they are all ready to launch the last counterattack before death.
Anyway, if you kill one, you won’t be compensated, but if you kill two, you will earn one.
Just the experience points gained from the round of aerial bombardment just now raised their professional level to between LV30 and LV40, which is the real level of LV3 to LV4. No matter how you look at it, it is enough.
"Here they come! Those flying monsters that can explode are here!"
"Aim all crossbows and ballistae to the rear!"
"Ready to shoot!"
"Listen to my order! Three! Two! One! Release!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Following the order, whether it was a crossbow, a ballista, a bow and arrow in the player's hand, a throwing spear or a javelin, they all flew straight towards the back of the airship.
Because the distance was very close, and the small-scale arrow rain caused by the volley was also quite dense, these objects created through necromancy magic were immediately hit in a large area, exploding in mid-air, and the liquid in the body was sprayed out.
Splattered everywhere.
But unfortunately, compared to the exaggerated total number, these casualties are nothing at all.
Soon, they circled around from both sides and began to launch suicide attacks on the players and pods on the deck, as well as the airbags above.
Bang!
The liquid splashed by each explosion will kill at least two to three players immediately.
There were also some whose arms or thighs were corroded by strong acid, and even became disabled on the spot.
An ordinary human creature would have collapsed and committed suicide long ago under such horrific attacks and mental pressure.
But the players still united together and fought and retreated. They retreated from the outside deck to the inside of the pod, and continued to resist using the walls that separated several areas. Even if the airship's airbags were damaged and began to slowly fall, they still had no intention of giving up.<
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And every time they successfully kill an undead creature that explodes, they will burst into cheers.
However, this kind of heroic resistance has its limits.
When they were pushed to the last core area at the end of the cabin, there were less than twenty people left, seven of whom were disabled people who had lost one arm or foot.
As one of the players with the highest rankings in both level and combat power, Jack persevered as expected. While holding a huge shield against the door, he turned around and smiled at his partner and said: "
Man, it looks like our good luck is about to end here."
"Hahahaha! Aren't you satisfied after making so much money?" Wu Sheng asked with a sneer.
"No! Of course not! I'm just a little unwilling to continue to enjoy this hearty battle and killing. And rather than being tortured to death by the enemy bit by bit, I would rather choose a heroic death. Sorry.
, I’m going to take the first step.”
As he spoke, Jack suddenly burst out with astonishing strength, and stunned the undead creatures that were squeezing in from the door and forced them back.
Just when he opened his mouth and inhaled oxygen fiercely, wanting to lead a counterattack and kill the monsters in front of him, he suddenly heard the voice of Captain Boll coming from behind.
"Come back, everyone! Your mission has been completed."
"Mission accomplished? What do you mean..."
An expression full of surprise and surprise suddenly appeared on Wu Sheng's face.
Bol smiled and nodded: "Ah! You guessed it right, our reinforcements have arrived. Come on, come closer, you are about to see the most dazzling fireworks show in the world."
Hearing these words, the few remaining players hesitated. Even Jack dropped his warhammer and shield and ran over.
After Bol pressed a red button on the airship console, the entire tail section separated directly from the pod.
The two propeller motors originally used to provide power stood up under the dumbfounded gaze of the players, and continued to work to generate a huge downward airflow. A smaller propeller on the mechanical arm near the rear also began to rotate.
Direct...helicopter?
The power system at the rear of the airship can actually be separated and turned into a simple helicopter!
It’s totally off the mark!
But before the players could recover from the shock caused by the "black technology" or "black magic" device, they saw a huge black spot appearing in the sky above their heads.
Then the outline of this black spot becomes bigger and bigger...
In the end, we passed by a simple helicopter.
At this moment, all players clearly saw the super giant cannonball in front of them, which was as tall as the building.
"Lie on the grass!"
Wu Sheng couldn't help but curse.
He originally thought that the 500-meter-long cannons and the equally exaggerated cannonballs on the floating island were just decorations to reflect the powerful game props of the floating city, but he never expected that these things could actually be fired.
The moment such a huge cannonball came into contact with the ground of the floating city below, the entire projectile suddenly shattered without warning.
Boom!!!!!!
The liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen contained inside quickly began to vaporize and expand. Just the impact caused by this and the fragmentation damage caused by the fragmentation of the projectile tore apart buildings and undead creatures hundreds of meters in radius. Immediately afterwards, a bright flame appeared out of thin air at the center of the impact point.
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The sound was a hundred times louder and a thousand times louder than before, echoing over the entire canyon and even the entire forest.
Along with the sound, there was a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, as well as fire and shock waves that could not be described in words.
A tall tower with a lot of magical protection, in the face of such an astonishing explosion, it completely disintegrated without even being able to hold on for a second.
Even though the simple helicopter under their feet was far away from the killing radius, all the players were still blown by the strong wind and couldn't open their eyes, and almost fell down accidentally.
"Hahahaha! It's so cool! It's so cool! This is called 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 pleasant signals, which is simply more exciting and addictive than smoking some small white powder.
But after a while, the wildly laughing expression on his face gradually turned into shock, and then from shock to fear.
I saw in the night sky above my head, super giant artillery shells like the one just now were coming one after another, and they began to carry out carpet bombing along the streets of the floating city below.
Some of them are hydrogen-oxygen bombs like the first one, and others are incendiary bombs that players have used before.
In just three to five minutes, Mutahar Floating City had already turned into a sea of fire.
Although at the beginning, the advanced undead creature casters activated some magical protection, they were soon crushed by the violent explosion.
What's more, since those archmages died and were transformed into undead, they are no longer members of the council protected by the code, nor can they enter the core of the central tower to control gravity.
Otherwise, an artillery bombardment that relies on inertia to complete bombing would have been forcibly captured and intercepted far away.
After a round of bombing, most of the densely packed low-level undead creatures below were basically wiped out, and the rest got into solid buildings or hid underground.
Anyway, there must be nothing moveable on the ruin-like streets.
Appreciating the astonishing damage caused by the weapons he made in actual combat, Bol couldn't help but slightly raised the corner of his mouth and asked the lucky players around him: "How is it? Isn't this fireworks show spectacular?"
"It's more than spectacular! It can destroy everything!" A player responded excitedly.
His words instantly ignited the emotions of more than a dozen other players, and they all started asking about the technology and magic used in bombs, airships, and cannons.
Just when Bol was considering whether to answer, the floating city of Plantia finally appeared directly above the canyon after a long journey.
Tyrantir, who had transformed himself into a lich, swooped down on a red dragon and issued an ultimatum to the hidden advanced undead creatures in the language of this world.
"Surrender or destroy! There are only two roads before you! If you don't want to die, lead your men out within half an hour. After half an hour, all those who have not chosen to surrender will be regarded as enemies.
Clean it up."
"What will happen if we choose to surrender?"
A deep and cold voice echoed above the floating city.
Obviously, the owner of the voice transmitted his voice from a distance through some kind of magic.
"Lord Soth will personally arrange for you. Maybe you will become one of us, maybe you will be assigned to perform some tasks elsewhere. Anyway, it is definitely better than dying." Tyrantir gave it without thinking.
Give the answer.
In order to increase the deterrent effect, he also deliberately sent out an army of constructs and corpse-embedded creatures to block the streets to prevent the other party from escaping sneakily.
As for magical teleportation, it has become impossible from the moment Plantia Floating City 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 avoid death if you surrender within half an hour. But if it exceeds half an hour, I will order an attack. By then it will be too late even if you regret it. Remember, only half an hour
hours."
After saying this, Tyrantir rode the red dragon directly back to the nearest floating island.
Obviously, everything he just did was just a bluff.
After all, what Zuo Si wants is a relatively complete floating city, not a ruin that was blown to pieces.
The previous shelling has already caused considerable damage to the Mutahar Floating City. If the core, including the central tower, is also damaged, it will be a bit more than the gain.
In the eyes of lichs including Vanessa, Tyrantir and others, all floating cities in this world should be valuable assets belonging to the organization, and it is best to capture them without bloodshed.