Chapter 1239 The Thing that Explodes Is Art (Part 2)

Then there were all kinds of debris blown into the sky.

The rows of houses made of wood and thatch had the same fate as the stone halls. They also collapsed and shattered in the face of the large explosion, and were then involved in the shock wave raised by the explosion.

When the seemingly thick stone hall that gave them a sense of security fell apart as easily as thatched huts, every troll finally realized that the shadow of death had always been hanging over them.

There was no distinction between soldiers and civilians, and the trolls were in a panic. Like rats that have to migrate when encountering a flood, they leave the building and run away. But no matter how fast the legs are, how can they be faster than the flying ships performing carpet bombing in the sky?

This time, Duke brought not only the Skybreaker, but also two battleships, the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman. There are also two lower-tech bombing-specific airships [Little Boy] and [Fat Man].

The two bombers look a bit like pot-bellied goldfish. Except for the two huge propellers, they are just fat hulls.

However, purely in terms of bomb load, these two bombers are no less than the Potian.

While slowly moving forward at a speed of thirty kilometers per hour, they dropped bombs of various sizes, including 250 pounds, 500 pounds, and 1,000 pounds, as if fish were laying eggs.

"Bang-bang! Bang-"

It was a shock that shook the earth!

That was a deafening explosion!

No matter how fast the troll's legs were, it couldn't move faster than the shock wave of the explosion, and its escape was just to delay death for a moment.

With the rumbling sound, everything about the Amani Troll Empire is being wiped out in the land of Zul'Aman.

No matter you are a brave warrior.

A strong man possessed by a powerful animal spirit.

It is a hard stone totem pole.

It is a weak grass.

Everything was destroyed in the face of this overwhelming destructive force.

The next moment the fire burst into the sky, there was a sunken earth. Zul'Aman, which was originally built on a high hill for drainage purposes, was being flattened by the entire hilltop in this horrific series of explosions.

Standing on the high platform, the chief of the Amani trolls, Dakara, was completely stunned. He stood there in a daze, watching this scene, and even forgot to dodge.

Zul'Aman in his dream would become the capital of the revived Amani Empire!

But now, this dream capital has not yet been expanded and has begun to disappear in the long river of history.

So what if he survives?

His people, all the elites of the entire Amani clan had died in front of him. As the last direct bloodline of the Amani royal family, the demise of the Amani clan also symbolizes that the revival of the Amani Empire has come to nothing.

"No... no... this can't be true! I must be dreaming!" Dakara muttered to himself, as if he was crazy.

"Chief! Run! The Amani clan is finished!" The magic lord Malakas rushed over, trying to pull Dakara away.

But at this time, two large bombs the size of a small house fell from the sky and hit the largest altar.

"Bang——" The 1,000-pound bomb exploded, absolutely shaking the earth.

Almost instantly, Dakara's giant bear incarnation was destroyed. Once the bear incarnation that can greatly enhance his armor disappears, his remaining three incarnations are actually squishy.

Suddenly, several more bombs fell.

This time, Dakara didn't hold on forcefully, and directly transformed into a lynx in an attempt to avoid it.

Who knows, suddenly he found that his already extremely agile movements suddenly slowed down. To others, this seems like slow motion.

"who!?"

The only answer he got was the explosion of the bomb.

"boom!"

Dakara was blown to pieces, and his ears were filled with a harsh buzzing. The vision in front of him was overlapping, making it difficult to distinguish anything.

I just vaguely felt that there seemed to be no more bombs falling.

Just instinctively realizing that a powerful being was descending from the sky.

"Death-" Dakara threw a rusty machete covered in blood.

What's funny is that his dizziness was so severe that he actually threw the knife at Malacas' head, almost killing his top thug in an instant.

"ah!"

The next moment, he heard the screams of the Witch Lord.

His vision became slightly normal, and he was immediately shocked to see that Malacas' body was filled with arrows like a hedgehog.

In just such a moment, the witch lord was too dead to die.

Without any further hesitation, Dakara launched a [Whirlwind Slash]!

That's right, since there is no one of your own around, just attack indiscriminately. Anyway, you will definitely hit.

This is how it should be.

Unfortunately, a golden sword light and a thunder sword light struck him at the same time.

Dakara instinctively used his epic machete to meet him. The problem is, those two swords are both divine weapons!

Dakara was originally not strong enough, and was in poor condition due to the bombing. He was unable to exert his strongest combat power. In front of the majestic and invincible artifact, two sword beams struck him, and his epic machete was chopped into pieces on the spot.

With a "bang", two sword lights flashed past. Dakara's two calves below the knees were gone, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Everything just happened in an instant. A sword easily broke through his [Whirlwind], and the sword light easily shattered his weapon and chopped off Dakara's calf.

"Drink!" Dakara screamed and waved his arms. He used the power of the mountain eagle in his left hand and the soul of the dragon eagle in his right hand. They all shot at the figure wearing a blue and white robe in front of him.

"Oh? Thunder and fire? What a coincidence, so am I!"

Once upon a time, Dakara used the thunder and lightning power of the mountain eagle to kill thirteen high-level elf rangers, and burned nine elf mages to death with the flames of the dragon eagle.

He is confident in his own strength.

It is a good thing to have confidence, but in the face of lower mysteries, everything is -

Centimeter! none! meaning! righteous!

"Ah ah ah -" Dakara let out the most painful wailing since the war began.

The left hand using lightning was instantly turned into charcoal by the stronger thunder, while the right hand using flame had the muscles in the hand burned away inch by inch, leaving only blackened bones.

In less than ten seconds, the dignified Amani chief Dakara had turned into a human stick.

Two armored, extremely powerful hands held him down on the left and right, trying to kneel him on the ground.

Even so, he still struggled desperately, straightening the rocker, trying to bite those two hands with his mouth full of fangs.

At this moment, a voice sounded.

"First meeting, I am Duke Marcus, the last destroyer of the Amani Empire."

Along with the words, Duke stepped forward and stepped hard towards Dakara's mouth!