Chapter 614: The Highest Strike of Conventional Weapons
The supersonic cruiser, looking down at an altitude of 20,000 meters, can clearly observe the general outline of the black fog!
Just like a round dome, the origin of the sleepless person is the highest, the edge is the lowest, the highest area has been calculated to reach 8,000 meters, and the lowest edge is just a space less than a hundred meters of rendered.
Its concentration is also a natural gradual process. The supersonic fighter swept by and after testing, there was no interference at this height, neither the instrument nor the human spirit, nor any abnormalities.
After half an hour passed, hundreds of short-range, medium-range and long-range strike units began to conduct the final countdown tense and serious. After 30 seconds, tens of thousands of cannons were fired, dense shells, rockets rose up and counted meteor fire rains. These meteor fire rains continued, forming a shocking scene from all directions!
Countless contractors escaped from the area covered by black fog, and many contractors who were too late or were unwilling to leave, looking for solid gaps like rats. In a relatively safe position, only the foolish and ignorant monsters wandered unscrupulously and chased until the first wave of no difference, the carpet-like strikes arrived!
In an instant, the earth was shaking, and the violent explosions could not distinguish the distance and direction. The huge shock wave was accompanied by the huge fire that bloomed in an instant, destroying everything, tearing everything apart, sweeping countless pieces, flying all over the sky. In an instant, the entire area covered by black fog boiled, overturned, and burned.
The tall building fell down while moaning, the bridge was lifted up like a piece of paper, reinforced concrete was like toys made of cheese, shattered, flying, and smoke and dust covered the sky. The huge chain reactions gathered together to form a huge mushroom cloud of dozens of kilometers!
Standing outside the blow, the contractors standing in the safe area were shocked and silent. They were no longer shouting or cursing. They were also shocked by this earth-shaking degree, and began to reexamine their hearts, put away those emotions of contempt, contempt, and indifferent, and regain their respect for human technological civilization!
The first wave of five minutes ended soon, and before the huge chain reaction dissipated, the fighter planes of high-altitude reconnaissance reappeared again, and detection instruments of various bands began to work intensively. It seemed impossible that there would be any biological survival strike scene. As the boiling black fog was shrouded and stabilized, as the black ground was lifted up, pus, mud, swamp, many broken, fragmented, and even grain-shaped bones, minced meat, etc., squirmed, the black earth moved, like an ubiquitous "worm tide", drilling into the ubiquitous pus and swamp...
In less than ten minutes, the powerful undead whose bodies were destroyed regained their carriers. One by one, they were strong, weird, thin, or small, and cunning figures emerged from the swamp. This time, most of them had abandoned the basic outline of human beings and chose the most powerful and effective and convenient form.
There is no doubt that even one of the undead mages of Ferosei cannot tell what kind of undead these monsters are!
Are they or undead?
Why is it specious and why is it so weird?
It has many feet like a spider, tentacles like an octopus, minions like a dragon, and flesh wings like a bat... Oh my God, this is definitely not a dead soul, at least it is not a dead soul in the general sense. This, this is simply like a genetic mutation.
Well, I don’t have time to explore these now, because the second wave of strikes is coming, it is more sharp and more accurate, and the focus is on the fortress and core of the richest black fog!
Castles, nests, underground palaces like the vampire duchess... This time they were accurately positioned and hit at a fixed point!
Various ground-based missiles, various incendiary bombs, various air bombs, various sub-compartment bullets... Various special bombs that combine certain mysterious elements, etc. took turns to fight. Even if they were sunken to the ground for hundreds of meters, they were lifted up. Even if they were in a strong crack in the rock, they were attacked... After these conventional warheads, the power and momentum of the bursting special bombs looked much smaller on the surface. Some were just strong light, some brought a lot of ice and frozen low temperatures, and some just roasted everything softly...
After this wave of blows, no intact buildings existed. The city covered by black fog had been razed to the ground, and the flat land had been replaced by a large pit like a black beast. The black earth was like a black monster and was hit with thousands of scars. Each scar was silting, wriggling, and changing. The familiar geological landforms disappeared, replaced by swamps and black viscous liquids within a range of dozens of kilometers.
Not to mention the fortress that is focused on attacking, there is no hard object found. The conventional and special bombs that took turns to fight are repeatedly ravaged here. A huge pit has been opened on the surface, and a large black lake is forming here!
However, what frustrated and despaired the French government the most was like the filth in the stinky ditch being turned up, like the accumulated pustules and tumors accumulated under the ground for a long time were squeezed out. The more swamps and sewage, the denser the light black smoke that was evaporated from it was denser and richer. The second wave of blows passed. In just over a dozen minutes, the boiling black fog began to stabilize again, and became more intense, and even the richer and began to slowly expand and render the surroundings...
The politicians who made the plan, the MPs who supported the operation, and the soldiers and command centers who commanded the operation were like a loss of their parents!
The subsequent strike plan was cancelled without any surprises, and the citizens who were full of expectations and confidence were heavy, depressed, and fearful, and when they observed that the black fog began to spread and expand outward again, this fear reached its highest level!
Chaos, large-scale chaos has taken shape and staged again, and the anxious politicians must temporarily put aside the plans that have caused them to be in huge trouble and start dealing with other crises.
On a mountain five kilometers away from the edge of the black fog, the elites responsible for "brushing" this map all sounded frivolous and sarcastic whistles. The grand fireworks performance was over, and the hunters who were raising their energy were about to start stepping into the hunting ground, harvesting and working.
"Thanks to the generous French government, their fireworks show is so cute, look, our opponents are torn to pieces..."
Chapter completed!