Nightfall

Perhaps having never expected the other side to be so crazed, the Peach Country air force's offensive momentum stalled for an instant.

At that moment, the wireless radio aboard the airships crackled with the voice of the commander-in-chief, Right Red.

"Don't panic! They're just making a desperate last stand. Deploy the drones immediately!"

With the order issued, five drones the size of Cangying flew out from every airship. They carried not only remotely operated machine guns but also self-destruct mechanisms, making them perfect for dealing with suicide attacks.

The drones blanketed the sky as they swarmed in like a plague of locusts, a breathtaking yet lethally murderous sight.

The Land of Fire's airships were gradually swallowed up.

In just five minutes, Peach Country had wiped out the enemy's aerial forces.

"All airships, pursue the fleeing enemy units. Ground forces, sweep the battlefield."

The battle had gone even more smoothly than expected.

From the launch and detonation of the special-grade bombs to the annihilation of the enemy air force that had abandoned part of itself to survive, only seven minutes had passed. A dimensionality-reduction strike was simply that crude and overwhelming.

Yet Right Red could not bring himself to be happy. The seemingly glorious results had been bought with vast sums of money. Each airship cost tens of millions, and because the drone technology was still immature, they were expensive as well. Even more outrageous were the special-grade bombs—each one cost tens of billions.

To be honest, Right Red could hardly bear to use the special-grade bombs. They were national treasures, and every one used meant one fewer remaining. Compared to that, what was a human life worth?

Unfortunately, these were His Majesty's orders.

To create an overwhelming, mountain-crushing display of force, and to establish Peach Country's image as invincible, they