The suddenly blazing fireballs shone against the sunset clouds on the horizon, a breathtaking sight.
The oxygen inside the fireballs was consumed in an instant.
Every Demon Creature touched by the mist ignited along with the air around it, the flames clinging like maggots to bone.
They burned alive in midair, falling with the Throwing Demons amid agonized screams as fire rained from the sky.
Physical penetration from Tungsten-Core Steel Needles, high-temperature incineration from Thermobaric Bombs.
Two kinds of ammunition, two ways to die, played out in the same sky.
In just one volley, a hundred shells and rockets wiped out a sixth of the aerial interception force Wolaz had painstakingly assembled.
The only survivors within the affected area were Gargoyles covered in wounds.
The sky over that area seemed much clearer.
Had the army of three hundred thousand not been spread out over several miles, the casualties would have been even greater.
And against the cleared sky, the next wave of deadly meteors looked clearer still...
Wolaz: "???"
He stood rooted to the spot, his head tilted back as he stared at the suddenly empty stretch of sky, his mind blank.
One second, they had been playing the overture to their counterattack with their lives. The next, the entire aerial force had suffered devastating losses. A few more rounds would wipe it out completely.
The sheer contrast left every Demon Creature's mind frozen.
The deadly meteors drew closer and closer, reflected in their pupils.
Boom-!!!
Another round of conventional artillery fire landed precisely among the stunned Demon Clan ranks, blasting hundreds of Demon Creatures into the air along with the earth beneath their feet.
The violent explosions finally brought Wolaz back to his senses.
As he watched the army on the ground being torn apart by artillery fire once