Doctor Zizi stood at the window blasted apart by a shell, carefully watching the movements of the plant army below.
Amid the corpse-strewn ruins of the outer city, demon corpses occasionally finished being parasitized by spores and rose again, walking stiffly.
The sight reminded it of the Dreadlords' necromancy.
Even a demon like it found such desecration of the dead repulsive.
Spore parasitism was just as vile.
But it no longer had any decent ranged weapons with which to attack the enemy.
Both Tesla Weapons and Thermal Weapons had very short ranges.
Thermal Weapons had a range of no more than a hundred meters.
Purely technological flamethrowers and the purely magical Dragon's Breath spell had roughly the same range.
Only genuine dragon breath breathed by a dragon could reach two to three hundred meters.
Tesla Weapons had a somewhat longer range than Thermal Weapons.
They could reach around a hundred and fifty meters.
But that pitiful range made them nothing more than decorations in the city's middle section, over five hundred meters above the ground.
They would be better off finding some construction debris upstairs and hurling it down with makeshift catapults.
At least objects dropped from that height could leave the enemy half-dead.
Tesla Weapons and Thermal Weapons could only prove useful in field battles and street fighting.
While Doctor Zizi was thinking this, the two special Burning Legion Warships embedded in the ground were being subjected to a furious mortar bombardment by the plant army.
The way these special Burning Legion Warships were used was bizarre.
They charged straight into the atmosphere behind Fel Shields and plunged hard into the natives' planet.
Then Burning Legion Portals opened aboard the warships, rapidly transporting demon armies over to slaughter everything in sight.
It was a shame to use them as