Rout and Destruction

"Whoosh—"

A piercing shriek echoed across the sky as rows of armored bipedal Wyvern streaked across the heavens, leaving trails of white as their sharp metal wings tore through the air.

To the many enemies of the Embers of the Burned Empire —this is the voice of death!

"Damn it, those big birds are here again!"

"That damn bird!"

"Last time they came, they bombed me and left me covered in soot. Luckily, I survived!"

"Get down! I dodged those Exploding Eggs last time by lying down!" an orc shouted.

In the eyes of these short-sighted Green-skinned Orcs, the bombs dropped by the Air Force Corps were just "explosive eggs" laid by the big birds. However, they also knew that these were extremely dangerous things that could take their lives—after all, the charred corpses piled up on the ground were strong evidence of this.

Shells rained down from the sky, exploding almost simultaneously, scattering countless shrapnel and viscous gasoline mixtures that formed rows of fiery walls on the ground.

The Empire's Napalm Bomb was specifically developed to target these Green-skinned Orcs, creating terrifying infernos that burned and spread continuously, incinerating the semi-vegetarian Green-skinned Orcs to ashes.

As the war progressed, the orcs were no longer the madmen who charged forward recklessly, disregarding their own lives. Although they were still a bunch of reckless brutes, they had become much more cautious and even devised a method to dig holes in the ground to avoid explosions.

Although they were not afraid of death, they feared not being able to fight to their full potential before dying, and dreaded dying without knowing why. In their original view, dying on the battlefield was a good thing.

But now, after experiencing the Empire's relentless bombardment, these orcs' views have undergone a significant transformation.

"Let's go!"

"Run!"

"If we hide in these pits, they won't be able to bomb us!"

And so, surrounded by the sea of fire, the Green-skinned Orcs argued and pushed each other, racking their brains to stay away from the Wyvern and avoid the flames created by the explosions, and even showed signs of a rare rout.

"Boom!"

A cannonball exploded in mid-air, and the scorching flames engulfed dozens of orcs around it. The flames quickly spread, surrounding more orcs and leaving them helplessly howling and roaring in the sea of fire.

"It's so hot!"

"Big Mouth, save me! Help me put out the flames behind me!"

"Get away from me! Don't come any closer!"

"Damn it, it's all your fault, I'm on fire too!"

Two orcs, their bodies ablaze, even wrestled together, rolling in the sea of fire, and soon became two tangled pieces of blackened charcoal, dying one after another, thus fulfilling their wish to die a splendid death in the midst of their battle.

Upon witnessing this scene, many more orcs stopped struggling and unanimously chose to fight with their companions, giving rather casual reasons—they just wanted to have a good time before they died.

"Black Back, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm counting on you!"

"Court death!"

"Hahahaha! I'll kill you before you're burned to death!"

"Me too!"

The flames spread at an unimaginable speed, like crimson scythes, reaping the earth again and again.

Thick smoke billowed across the wasteland covered in charred corpses, where countless dark figures struggled and howled as they faced death.

However, after the bombardment, enormous steel behemoths burst through the thick smoke, rampaging across the land and crushing the orcs who had survived the bombing.

Even the tracks were stained with the orc's blood, which glowed green.

"Boom--"

The steel behemoth roared, and flames burst forth from its thick cannon barrel. After the explosion, the orcs gathered in the distance were blasted into a pile of mangled corpses.

"Kill these imperial beasts!"

"They've finally arrived! Are these the Imperial People?"

"Waaaagh!"

Upon finally seeing an enemy they could reach, some orcs were overjoyed. They brandished their Bone Club and stone axes and surrounded the Steam Tank.

One orc even jumped to the back of the Steam Tank and frantically pounded on the armor with Bone Club, while countless other orcs hurled spears, stones, and other weapons, trying to damage the steel behemoth.

"Bang! Bang!"

A dull thud sounded, but even with their best efforts, they couldn't break through the Steam Tank's thick armor.

"They can't even scratch it!"

"Damn it! These giant beasts tamed by the Imperial People are also encased in iron; they're real lumps of iron!"

"Watch out, this guy's gone berserk!"

"Boom--"

The next moment, the steam engine started running at full power, billowing white smoke from the pipes, and the front of the vehicle was painted with a pair of blood-red eyes by the Dragon Vein Goblin driver.

Instantly, the steam-powered tank, like a truly enraged behemoth, crashed down on the orcs, crushing hundreds of them into mincemeat in an instant.

The Protective Force Field suddenly activated, and the orcs who were frantically pounding on the vehicle were thrown back and riddled with holes by the machine gun turret in mid-air.

And so, hundreds of tanks followed behind the sea of fire, forming a thick wall. They were like giant meat grinders, shredding and killing all the orcs who tried to escape from the fire.

However, many orcs took a different approach, frantically digging holes and burying themselves in burrows where the fire couldn't reach, and even sealing the entrances.

Green-skinned Orcs are creatures that grow from the ground. They can draw air and nutrients from the soil and have extremely strong Life Force. Even if they are buried alive deep in the earth, they can survive for months by eating soil.

"Luckily I hid early; almost everyone outside is dead..."

"Yes, we're smarter than them, so we deserve to survive, steal more, and kill more people."

Listening to the crackling sounds of flames burning flesh on the ground, the mournful howls, and the roars of the orcs wrestling together, feeling the ground shaking violently and the soil and rocks falling, the orcs hiding in the burrows felt quite fortunate and sighed with relief.

They haven't killed Imperial People yet, nor have they plundered the legendary, incredibly wealthy city of Avendell Dan. It would be a shame if they died in this sea of fire.

But these orcs hiding underground had no idea that the Air Force Corps was about to launch a large-scale attack against them.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the ground shook.

At first, the orcs thought it was just a routine bombardment and didn't pay any attention, continuing to lie in their burrows.

But they were unaware that a deadly disaster was quietly approaching.

Soon, a sudden change occurred! Another dazzling flash of fire streaked across the sky, accompanied by a deafening explosion, as several bombs fell precisely near the tunnel.

After the bomb exploded, the first thing it created was a huge, extremely hot fireball. Like an enraged beast, the fireball instantly devoured everything nearby, even rushing into the tunnel.

The high temperature made the air inside the tunnels incredibly hot, and the orcs' skin began to scorch, their fur and clothing quickly bursting into flames.

"I clearly hid! How could these Imperial People still manage to burn us down!"

"It's so hot! There's nowhere to hide!"

They screamed in agony, rolling around in the tunnel, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but all in vain.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful Shockwave swept in, accompanied by an explosion.

The Shockwave, like an invisible giant hand, violently slammed against the tunnel walls and bunkers. The orcs were thrown into the air by the force before crashing heavily to the ground.

Their bodies were shattered upon impact, with their internal organs and bones breaking apart under the violent shock.

Immediately afterwards, the high-temperature Shockwave penetrated the ground, washing over the orcs' bodies like a tidal wave, incinerating them completely.

However, the destructive power of Fuel Air Explosive did not end there.

As the explosions continued, the air inside the tunnel was rapidly depleted, and even the air in the soil was sucked out.

The beastmen began to have difficulty breathing, and their throats emitted bursts of roars, as if they were fighting against death.

"No"

"Let me out."

However, as oxygen dwindled, their voices gradually became weak and feeble.

The tunnel was filled with a suffocating darkness and silence. Only the occasional faint groan could prove that there were still traces of life left here.

However, these sounds were soon swallowed up by the darkness.

The orcs had no idea that the Empire's military engineers had been working for months, developing corresponding bombs for various scenarios—including the scenario where the orcs were hiding underground—all in an effort to wipe them out.

Looking down from high above, the ground was shrouded in billowing Gunsmoke, with glimpses of the ground occasionally appearing amidst the rising smoke.

Looking at the devastation, the inferno, and the ground covered with the corpses of orcs, Steamed Bun couldn't help but exclaim, "This power is truly terrifying!"

Singo nodded in deep agreement and said through the walkie-talkie, "Yes, that's three million orcs. In just a few days, we've lost most of them. It's easier than killing chickens."

My experience level has already exceeded its limit, and I can still max out several more proficiency skills. This mission was incredibly profitable.

Even he hadn't anticipated that this mission would bring him such a massive amount of experience, let alone Steamed Bun, who was described as "naive and inexperienced."

Looking down at the surging sea of fire, Steamed Bun said, "What a magnificent sight! It reminds me of the Tokyo Firebombing I saw in the movies before, and the Li Mei Barbecue."

"Heh, it seems that American has really gone back to his old ways. It's just a pity there aren't ' Little Boy ' and 'Fat Man'; it just won't be as satisfying."

Singo suddenly said, "Given the mental state of that madman from the Original Restoration Society, he might actually have mixed this kind of stuff into our ammunition depot."

Steamed Bun dropped open in astonishment. "Surely not? Were we really going to need nuclear weapons to deal with these orcs?"

"I hope so."

Singo shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Curtis's calm, remarkably steady voice came through the walkie-talkie again. "Gentlemen, prepare for a mass bombardment. Make sure to block the escape route of those orcs and encircle them."

"Yes, sir."

The Wyvern Knight responded in unison, then pressed the gravity device and began to ascend rapidly, leaving trails of brilliant flames behind them.

With the help of the image on the helmet, Steamed Bun could see a large number of black dots—that is, Green-skinned Orcs being chased by the rapidly spreading flames and fleeing northward.

This time, the mission of the air force is to prevent the Green-skinned Orcs from escaping by bombing from the north to the south, creating a raging inferno, cutting off their retreat, and surrounding the orcs.

"By attacking from both the north and south, and using blockade tactics to surround the enemy, isn't this just like making dumplings?"

"That's insidious enough, I like it." Steamed Bun chuckled.

Immediately afterwards, he and his colleagues ascended to an altitude of 10,000 meters, drawing semi-circular arcs in the sky before turning around and flying level.

As the tiny black dot on the screen drew ever closer, Steamed Bun grinned and placed his hand on the bomb release button on the side of the Wyvern's neck.

Curtis's clear, calm voice came through the headset again. "Attention all personnel, prepare to drop the bomb—"

"Three, two—"

"One--"

"Bomb!"

Upon hearing the command, Steamed Bun pressed the bomb-throwing button with a "click," and the other dozens of Wyvern Knight did the same.

In an instant, hundreds of Napalm Bomb poured out from the ammunition compartments in the bellies of the Wyvern, like a torrential rain, filling the air with a dense barrage of shells, a truly spectacular sight.

At the same time, the shells ripped through the air, making a piercing explosion that stung the eardrums and sent shivers down one's spine.

"Run!"

"Let's continue our escape north!"

"Damn it, we're not going to be cannon fodder for those old bastards! We're going to rob them fair and square!"

At this moment, the beastmen were still in a state of chaos. They crowded and pushed each other, trying to avoid the ever-spreading sea of fire behind them, and quickly retreated to the north—their homeland, the Ugo Great Prairie.

But just then, the orc running at the front heard a familiar sound—the shriek of death.

"Gruumsh above"

"I, I don't believe it"

The orcs raised their heads tremblingly, their eyes wide, only to see the flock of strange birds reappear before them, continuously dropping exploding eggs.

Those strange birds were like phantoms from legends, always appearing in the direction they went, bringing fire and death.

The orc pointed to the sky, his legs trembling, and shouted, "It's a strange bird! There are those strange birds in the north too!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Don't block my way!"

However, the orcs behind were completely unaware of this and continued to push forward frantically, even trampling the orc who had stopped under their feet, surging northward like a flood.

But soon, with a series of explosions, what lay before them was no longer a vast grassland, but a raging inferno of fire and billowing smoke.

At this moment, the Green-skinned Orcs had no way to escape.

No matter which direction they go, whether in the sky or on the ground, these brutal Imperial People will hunt them down—until there is not a single Green-skinned Orcs left on this land.