Rabina quickly sensed the abnormality in the surrounding area, and as a martial arts master, he was naturally sensitive to changes in his aura.

In the direction of the ridge, an extremely powerful aura was taking shape, and a dangerous aura was rushing towards it.

The birds panicked, and dark clouds obscured the sky.

In his previous experience, this feeling was only felt when a top magician cast a forbidden spell that destroyed the world, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, and Rabina simply walked into the manager's tent to avoid the limelight.

Looking at Yang Jian's side again, it is still calm.

I saw that in the mortar tube, a silver-white missile slowly slid out, this missile had no wings, only four small tails, and the rocket engine at the tail emitted a dazzling light, pushing the missile forward.

As the missile got up and flew smoothly, it gradually climbed in altitude.

100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters, the rocket engine completed the propulsion task, the warhead and the missile body began to separate, the missile body fell to the ground, only the warhead continued to fly in the direction of the target.

As the warhead entered a predetermined altitude, maneuvered to fly, and the missile itself began to make the first flight posture correction.

A path of several tens of kilometers is only a few tens of seconds for a missile, and soon a phalanx of catapults of the Toulouse clan will appear under the missile.

At this time, the speed and angle of the missile have reached the predetermined ballistic value, the missile hatch opens on its own, and the first projectile begins to be released, and the missile itself begins to slow down to ensure that the next projectile can carry out intensive bombing strikes.

With the release of the second and third projectiles, the mother warhead made a second correction to the speed and direction.

It wasn't until the last bullet was released that the historical mission of the mother warhead finally came to an end, and it fell straight down as the last bloom.

"Brother Sword", Bob shrugged, "This doesn't seem to be very powerful, not even a big firecracker."

"You'll find out later", Yang Jian looked into the distance with confidence.

The Toulouse catapult phalanx, the sappers of the Frostgoblins, are preparing for the next round of intensive strikes.

In the distance, a whole dozen black dots swooped down on them with lightning speed.

"Bang Bang !!" , In the wide field, the dance of death of the demon began to rage.

Eleven bullets and a mother warhead slaughtered the Frostgoblins on the ground like the legendary Titan's sword, and they didn't even have time to let out a scream before the fragments of the missile explosion bloomed in their chests with gorgeous flowers of death.

Next to the catapult, a river of grief flooded, ice water, blood and tears, condensed into ice, and the Frostgoblins ushered in their darkest day ever.

"Brother Sword", Hans walked in front of Yang Jian, and seemed to be unbearable in his heart.

"This weapon is so powerful, will it hurt the innocent?"

Yang Jian looked at the dust and sparks in the direction of the Liku defense line, and his eyes were full of determination.

"We only have one of these weapons, specially developed to deal with the Toulouse tribe."

"It is to make them realize that we are strong, so that they will give us enough respect and will come to the negotiating table and have a friendly dialogue with us."

"Dignity is made out, and peace cannot be exchanged for all compromises."

"Carrots and sticks, grace and power, can achieve the hegemony of our Belmar Empire!"