Inside the Command Center, the leaders of Terra's various races stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
Muradin had already gone numb.
"Forbidden Spell-level weapons, thrown out by the hundred..."
"And they just keep throwing them..."
He had gone from initial shock to sheer exhilaration, and now, suddenly, he felt a little sorry for the Demon Clan.
If the Demon Clan were replaced with the Dwarf Clan... he could not help shuddering.
The Dwarf Clan must never make an enemy of Great Xia!
Otherwise, even Dwarf Mountain City, reputed to be impregnable, might not withstand the constant bombardment.
Queen Ellari watched the footage on the screen. At some point, her gaze had gone blank, and she had long since lost her queenly bearing.
Pope Gregory VII's hand trembled slightly around his scepter.
Warwick swallowed.
"This is on par with divine punishment, isn't it?"
The Dragons King lay outside, watching the large screen through the window, his draconic eyes wide.
Even he had no confidence that he could withstand a single nuclear explosion's terrifying power.
"Report! All missiles have been expended!" a soldier suddenly shouted.
"Ten five-megaton nuclear bombs remain. Shall we launch them?"
Great Xia had already expended the vast majority of its original nuclear stockpile on Blue Star.
For this battle, it had all but emptied its remaining reserves.
The nearly two thousand missiles of various types were also the maximum number they had been able to transport over during this period.
Over ten rounds of strikes, they had unwittingly expended them all.
Long Zhan's expression remained grave. His eyes were cold as he stared at the screen and said,
"Do not launch. Keep them for emergencies!"
"Report the current distance between the Demon Clan vanguard and us!"
A soldier reported,
"Report! The Demon Clan Army's vanguard has just crossed the