.162, Forced Air Demolition (5)

One Hundred and Sixty Two, Forced Air Demolition (5)

A moment later, nearly a thousand feet above the ground of the Yokohama Concession, Feili and his raid team were suspended in various ways in the air, staring at the vast floating city as majestic as a hill (it was originally a mountain that had been turned over), and fell straight towards the city of the concession with a slow, dull, but unstoppable momentum.

Among them, the posture of the great arcane Lich Owo is the most difficult.

"...Damn it, when did I have to carry these two big things? I'm almost overwhelmed. How long does the damn old black dragon have to be able to fly over to take over? If it dares to delay, I have to throw the box into the sea."

In the mid-air where dust and rubble were flying, Owo swayed with two huge iron wooden boxes, each box as the size of a sloop, containing bulky magic engine parts. From a distance, it looked like a little mouse holding two elephants... The pressure it was under was so heavy that it could even make people vaguely hear the sound of the shattered bones of the lich's arm from a distance...

——According to this situation, Mr. Owo, who unfortunately suffered such a heavy burden without any preparation, does have the possibility of becoming the first tragic lich in history to die of overwork and death...

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Major General Ferie Taylor's posture is the most erotic.

"...Uh? Mr. Owo seemed to be shouting something just now... Miss Nicole, can you please move it a little? Because your breasts are so plump that I can't see or hear anything now..."

"...Haha, dear sir, you don't have to listen or look at it. Now you can borrow our eyes and ears. If something really happens, Nice and I will remind you - so you just need to remember to keep the broom height and stability..."

Regarding this request, the Drow's elf female warrior smiled ambiguously. Instead of agreeing to the small request, he hugged Feili tighter, even making him feel bored and breathless.

Well, let me explain it a little. At this moment, Feili was being sandwiched in the middle by these two silver-haired and dark-skinned Drow Elf warriors in an extremely erotic position, like a sandwich. Simply put, three people were squeezed on a flying broom.

Because the space was so cramped, in order to prevent falling from a high altitude, one of the female Zoer had to ride back in front of Feili, and hugged his head tightly with both hands, forcing the petite silver-haired sissy to bury her head deeply on her chest. The other female Zoer was not willing to be outdone, and used her warm body to wrap her waist tightly around her back from behind, and directly put the beautiful breasts as big as an apple on his neck...

So, the two warm breaths mixed with the female body fragrance gently brushed by Feili's cheeks and ears, making him feel rippled. The two pairs of breasts that were clamping their heads from the front and back completely blocked his sight, making Feili unable to see the surroundings and above except for the concession street below, and could only give them completely to the two Drow Elves female warriors to judge and instruct.

——To be honest, being able to drown in this surging "breasts" seems to be a wonderful enjoyment...

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There are still two remaining low-level magicians of the Giant Bear Legion, which can be said to be the most miserable.

"...Girard, haven't you woken up yet? Hurry up, raise your height immediately, beware of something flying over to your right, why did you hit your right leg again? No bleeding, right?"

"...Wuwuwu, Senior William, although he didn't bleed, it hurts so much. It's obvious that everyone is together, why is it that I was always injured in the end? Wuwuwuwu, first the bridge of his nose was broken, then the arm was broken, then the rib was hit, and now the thigh was injured again... Alas, it's really unimaginable, what more terrible things will happen in the future..."

"...Next? Well, let me think about what else can I interrupt... Oh, could it be to break a stick-like object under my crotch?"

"...Wuwawawawawawawawawahewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhewhew

"...Hey, Gillard, calm down quickly. Don't make a random move. If you accidentally hit the building or get the tail-stall, you really want to see the mother in the heaven..."

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Although these two low-level magicians of the Giant Bear Legion also rode a flying broom to patrol and reconnaissance in the air, their magic level and experience abilities were much worse than those of Feili. Not only did they not have the ability to carry others, they were even unable to release the most basic defensive barrier.

What's worse is that Feili has abundant mana, so she can leisurely hover in a calm and uninteresting place to watch the fun, but these two people lack mana and their cruise height is seriously low... Therefore, they can only dodge left and right in the sand and gravel storm caused by the floating city brushing the ground, and rushing up and down, and "perform" aerial acrobatics that bet on their lives in fear.

One of the magicians who was proficient in flight was unkempt and had a miserable appearance, but he was not injured after all. The other one who was relatively clumsy in flight was beaten to pieces shortly after...

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As for the old black dragon Sherlock Holmes who was not on the scene, he was the most embarrassed.

——This old black dragon with deformity is already old. Recently, it has been curled up in the narrow cabin for too long. It lacks the necessary exercise and has a bad physical condition. It has only been airlifted for two rounds and round trips in the cargo box, and it has begun to get a little overwhelmed...

According to the magic messenger that Feili had just received from the Xiangrui, the guy had finished unloading the goods and took off again from the deck of the warship, his wings and neck cramped together, and immediately fell down like a stone. He was now flapping in the sea and learning to wash dogs.

So... Poor Mr. Owo, it seems that you can only feel sorry for continuing to act as Popeye for a while, and there is no spinach supply...

Moreover, because the old black dragon fell into the water and was in danger, the remaining magicians on the warship must first organize search and rescue, and they didn't bother to come to support the concession for the time being... In fact, in the face of the sudden disaster of falling from the floating city, the people here could only stare at him. No one could turn the tide at all. That was a mountain that fell from the sky. Who could withstand it?

What's even more terrible is that there is a super killer that can bombard more than ten miles in the mountain... Even with the experience and mana of Owo, the great lich arcane, dare not get close to a Mither energy core that may explode out of control at any time, let alone find a way to resolve the crisis - this Mither energy core that can continuously extract magic power from the magic network is basically equivalent to an atomic bomb in the magic world. Once it is detonated, not only will a huge crater be created on the spot, but even the omnipresent magic network can be disrupted and torn apart by it for a short time...

Therefore, Major General Ferie Taylor and his group were already very brave enough to be able to hold the teleportation scroll after the incident and watch the next development of the disaster situation, rather than immediately running away with their tails.

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Turn the time back slightly for about a few minutes.

When Feili and others were shocked to find that the floating city began to move, they quickly made a quick decision and ordered the old Heilong Holmo to store two boxes of unopened engine parts and bring them back to the Xiangrui. In short, when the disaster broke out, they should transport as many boxes as possible. As for the rest, they should prepare for battle and conduct an emergency search for this unfinished floating city.

Immediately, they soon found two bodies of sentries that had not yet cooled down in the shelter at the secret tunnel. There were charcoal stoves, cards, a pile of empty wine bottles, canned boxes and clean meat bones. Obviously, these two unlucky guys who were negligent in duty should have been taken away by the intruder after drinking and getting drunk...

After easily killing the useless guards, those arrogant sneak attackers seemed to have never thought about cleaning the scene and eliminating the traces. Instead, they stepped on a string of blood-stained footprints and walked directly into the depths of the tunnel.

However, before Feili and others had time to use their rock-scissors to decide who would come in first to take the lead, another more violent vibration came from below, turning them into a rolling gourd struggling in dust and gravel...

When they rolled and crawled to the edge of the floating city and leaned down to watch, they found that the floating city had moved horizontally from the harbor of nearly a thousand feet, successfully landed in the port area of ​​the concession, and then through a series of impacts, they successfully collapsed several tall buildings and stone towers near the port, and continued to lower the height slowly - they were about to land and crash.

Major General Ferie Taylor was immediately shocked when he saw this and did not care about tracking the traces. If he captured the real murderer, it was the most important thing to save his life. He rushed out of the floating city one by one, and each used spells or props to escape.

Lich Owo relied on his strong mana, and before leaving, he had not forgotten to drag the last two engine parts boxes. He held these two giants in his hands and barely climbed into the air in a floating and waiting for the old black dragon Sherlock Holmes to come back to take over.

However, there were two female Drow Elves warriors among them who had no spell casting ability. They could neither fly on a broom nor use teleportation reel to return to the battleship first, and could only rely on the help of others. Owo had to carry the remaining two heavy engine parts boxes without extra energy. The other two low-level magicians were flying shaking themselves, and they were in danger, making it even more impossible to hang two oil bottles.

As a result, the two Drow Elves warriors had no choice but to beg Major General Ferry Taylor, the elector of the Magic Goddess, Duolao, and took them to play "Air Human Sandwich" together...

——In fact, although the two female drow elves warriors are not very good at using magic and cannot fly or teleport, they both have the unique racial talents and aerospace techniques of the dark elves. They can stay in the air for a short time or fall slowly to the ground safely...

But the problem is that although there is no problem for them to land safely on the ground, after landing, it may be much more dangerous than in the air - the defeated soldiers and thugs running around; the buildings that collapsed one after another like dominoes; the stones that kept collapsing from the floating city; and the Mither energy nuclear that could explode at any time... If this thing is really detonated, the magicians suspended in the air should have time to escape to the distant Xiangrui using teleportation spells. But they who fell into the streets of the concession were almost bound to be killed by the shock wave.

So, for the sake of his own life, the two tall and beautiful Drow Elf female warriors leaned on Feili's life-saving straw and refused to let go, which also allowed the silver-haired pseudo-woman to experience the charm and excitement of the "Air Human Sandwich"... Uh... However, in this disaster atmosphere at the forefront of catastrophe, he probably couldn't have such thoughts at all...

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When Feili and others were floating in the air and tangled, the Yokohama Concession located at their feet was already a scene of despair like apocalyptic.

——The huge and majestic floating city slowly came from the sea, passing by the port dock where dozens of sailboats were parked, and swept through the masts that were originally densely packed like forests, causing them to break down like trees swept by typhoons under a terrible impact.

Then, the height of the floating city further dropped, and a nearly parallel diagonal line was drawn out to rub against the land from the sea. The rough bottom immediately brushed across the roofs of luxury hotels, lighthouses, temples and villas by the sea...

Although the movement speed of this floating city is actually quite slow, the unstoppable momentum makes people desperate. Its huge size makes all attempts to shoot down and block. Since its landing, all buildings that were unfortunately blocked on its movement route were pushed down like dominoes, and they were involved and fought against each other, causing the buildings next to them to collapse one after another, so a large destruction belt composed of ruins and rubble was quickly formed.

Yes, this speed of air demolition...is too efficient

Since the movement trajectory of the Floating City was basically moving along the seaside, the initially destroyed were all coastal blocks controlled by the rebels. As soon as the first time the Floating City hit the dock, these guys who were originally ready to rebel were frightened and scattered.

Accompanied by the loudest despair cry of whales, they threw down their weapons and ammunition, and all the heavy and inconvenient things around them, as if they were ants poured into their nests by floods, ran out of their houses in panic, ran to the streets, and gathered with the rest of the ordinary citizens into a surging stream of people. Everyone ran wildly with all their might, trying to escape from the soon-to-be-destroy city. But... the barricade fortifications that had been carefully built and were afraid of not being strong enough, now became the gates of hell that blocked their escape route.

So, in order to compete for the few extremely narrow reserved exits between the barricades, many fugitives trampled on each other behind the barricades. I don’t know how many people were trampled to death and injured on the spot, moaning miserably in the pool of blood until their vision was completely covered by the collapsed floor slabs...

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The suppression troops, which were originally preparing to launch an attack on the other side of the barricade, had already retreated spontaneously in chaos. The least courageous Minister Zena, on the grounds that he was a civil servant who should be in the rear, threw down the carriage and army at the beginning of the incident, and launched a teleportation ring to transfer himself to the front deck of the Xiangrui. At this moment, the crew was already serving to drink hot tea and suppressing him.

The front-line commander Colonel Charlotte Sutton, also unfortunately fell off his mount in a hysterical chaos. Before his personal guard could go up to rescue, the poor colonel was already overwhelmed by the fugitives from somewhere... As a result, the temporary patchwork of suppression troops completely lost command, and they dispersed like mutinies and fled, and all kinds of artillery, crossbows, and iron golems were thrown everywhere...

Under such extreme chaos, the soldiers garrisoned from several forts on the edge of the city spontaneously raised the muzzle and fired solid bombs and bombs into the floating city, trying to prevent the floating city from continuing to destroy the concession. Unfortunately, this meager firepower was really a mantis arm to chariot - no matter what the caliber shells were, at most, a shallow white seal could be smashed on the thick rock walls of the floating city, and then landed between the remaining buildings and shops, as well as the heads of the escapees all over the streets and alleys, and immediately exploded one after another with broken limbs and bones flying across the flesh and blood storm... As a result, the panic and madness of the crowd further aggravated the crowd, causing more tragedy spread...

However, whether the people on the ground were running hysterically, timidly, or hiding into the cellar, or kneeling down in the street with a mental breakdown, praying for the blessing of the gods, the unfinished floating city in the sky is still firmly, slowly, and unstoppable, continuing to pass through the Yokohama Concession, leaving behind a cruel trajectory made of ruins and corpses, destroying the prosperous port city into white ground from the air, causing the residents and defenders to flee in panic and cry...
Chapter completed!