The bombs of the Pioneer boats, of course, are very different from the earth rock bombs, and their power is not at all the same level.

However, they are outnumbered, difficult to intercept, and are weapons designed to deal with the Legion.

Dozens of Pioneer boats swooped down to speed as fast as possible, then opened their bellies and dropped bombs in a well-trained flight attitude.

As the big guys crashed into the back of the Imperial army where the necromancers were hiding along the inertial tracks, the vanguard boats had already made a steep arc and climbed up sharply, easily dodging the anti-air bullets that met them, and as for the magic and heavy arrows that were shorter, they couldn't even touch the edge.

At the same time, those bombs with steel shells drew arcs and accurately fell into the enemy formation, like meteors falling from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, in the formation of the Delos Empire, one after another black mushroom clouds immediately rose, and many heavily armed elite knights were even blown to pieces with armor, and the necromancer, who was already fragile in protection, was like a straw, killed by the shrapnel and shockwave that flew out, and immediately fell to pieces!

"Lord Wiseman, we should regroup and regain our tight formation!" said an Imperial general with a gloomy face on his face.

To be qualified to enter Sky City, this general is naturally a veteran general who has experienced a hundred battles, even if he faces the sea of corpses and blood, I am afraid that he will not waver in the slightest. But at this moment, he was shaken, whether it was the terrifying power of the Earth Shatter Stone Bomb, or the silver airships flying in the air that could break through even the attack of the Earth Shatter Stone Bomb, it made him think a little bit of a way.

Air combat, this word is too unfamiliar to this general in his career as a horseman.

He couldn't imagine why these tin-like cans could fly, fly so fast, and accurately drop bombs at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to capture.

The phenomenon itself was beyond the general's comprehension.

There is always a fear of the unknown in the deepest part of the heart, and superficial composure cannot change this deep conscious fear, and the result is that only the most rigid choices can be made.

For example, shrink the formation to defend.

Even if reason told the general that no matter how hard he managed the formation, he would not be able to resist the attack from the sky, but this was the only choice he could make.

Of course, if he did, it would only take one bombing to reduce all the thousands or so Imperial soldiers to ashes.

But unfortunately, the supreme commander of this army is not this army general who fears the sky, but the crazy but wise "nightmare hand".

Wiseman-Newton glanced at the general in astonishment, then tapped his finger on his forehead and asked unceremoniously, "With all due respect, is there something wrong with your brain?" Do you think the heavy knight's armor can hold off the bombs, or do you think it's safe to be a turtle with the tower shield on your head?"

The general's face turned red for a moment, but in the face of the questioning of this "nightmare hand", he was not qualified to refute it at all.

"Let everyone go up on top! Attack me with all my might!" Wiseman sneered, the banter and mockery in his tone swept away, replaced by an undisguised mad killing intent, "Just let me see if your airship is powerful, or if my Earth Evil Stone Bomb is stronger!"

With the explosion of the Earth Shatter Rock Bomb and the appearance of the Pioneer Boat, the situation on the entire battlefield began to gradually tilt in the direction of the same end.

Whether it's the genius Midi or the crazy Wiseman, as commanders, no one expects this outcome, but when they actually fight to this extent, they realize that the situation is out of their control.

Because the attack power is too strong.

Whether it's a Rock Bomb that can destroy an army with a single shot, or a Vanguard Boat that no one can resist at all, it's a transcendent weapon invented with the help of Sky City's materials.

No, it's not a weapon anymore, it's a weapon, a large-area lethality used on the battlefield.

In front of these new energy-centered weapons, the knight's armor, the warrior's sword, the soldier's spear and shield, these cold weapons are useless.

Of course, after awakening, the personal strength of professionals will be greatly improved, and the role of war weapons such as pioneer boats will naturally decline.

But now, in this turbulent era when the highest level is only 50 and has not yet awakened, the very existence of weapons can directly determine the direction of war.

No unawakened professional can withstand the bombardment of the Vanguard Boat, let alone the frenzied Rock Bomb.

All the command skills - strict defense, luring the enemy into depth, multi-point breakthrough, defense in depth, etc., are meaningless in front of these weapons, and as for escaping, even if it is running into a castle, it is only a matter of letting defeat come a few seconds later.

In this case, when wisdom, courage and skill do not work, then there is only one right choice left.

Attack, attack, attack!

Although the number of casualties will soar in the course of this attack, the only result is destruction if the attack is not made.

Only by destroying the enemy first can you avoid your own destruction, so the only way to attack is to attack!

Under Midi's orders, the Pioneer flock was like a group of sharks that smelled blood, shuttling back and forth in the sky, pouring large expanses of death rain on the ground. With the roar of the cannons, bright lines of demon-shattering bullets streaked across the sky, weaving together to form an overwhelming net, knocking down everything that tried to rise into the sky, whether it was the undead pterosaurs, the flying monsters of the Hanging City, or the hapless birds.

It's just that although the fire net formed by this rain of bullets is dense, there are still loopholes after all.

In the face of the vanguard boat that can only be seen and cannot be counterattacked, the side of the Delos Empire will naturally not stand still. Wiseman decisively abandoned the ground forces at the first time - not only the undead who were already used as cannon fodder, but also all the melee forces.

While relying on these outcasts to attract Midi's attention, the highest-ranking necromancers focused their energies on the undead pterosaurs.

Along the way, the Imperial Army transformed a total of more than 200 pterosaurs, originally, in Wiseman's plan, most of the pterosaurs were transported back to the Alchemist Guild for specimens and experimental samples, used to drop earth stone bombs, only a few were enough.

But now, in the face of the frantic attack of the vanguard boats, and in the face of the skies that have almost completely been mastered by Midi, the only option for the "Nightmare Hand" is to release all the undead pterosaurs.

The combat power of these undead pterosaurs is even lower than that of the blue-scaled pterosaurs, and they can't even spray ice mist, and they are slightly stiff in their flight attitude. However, they are not afraid of death or pain, and will continue to fight unless their wings are broken and their bodies are shattered.

When more than two hundred undead pterosaurs rose into the air at the same time, it immediately brought a huge obstacle to the pioneer boat group.

Under the direct control of these necromancers, the undead winged dragons with red eyes and full of potential were stimulated, forming an extremely tight formation, hiding those companions carrying the Earth Evil Stone Bombs behind the formation, while they themselves pounced on the vanguard boat regardless of it.

Although they had no means of long-range attack and could only use their flesh to fend off the guns of the Vanguard boats, a little time was enough.

No matter how much these shark-like vanguard boats attacked, no matter how interspersed, or even forced a breakthrough, it was difficult to accurately hit all the targets in such a dense group of pterosaurs.

On the contrary, the necromancers took advantage of this opportunity to let the pterodactyls ram into each other, and instead crashed into more than a dozen Pioneer ships.

And most importantly, two more pterodactyls carrying bombs broke through the blockade of the fire network and swooped down on the battlefield.

The two shattered stone bombs detonated at the same time, and in an instant, two pillars of light like mountain peaks rose into the sky. With a roar, the essence magic collapsed towards the center again and again, stirring up waves of qi visible to the naked eye, setting off countless sand and debris.

With only a slight glance at the ground, Midi could conclude that the main force of 3,000 men had now been more than half damaged, and the rest was probably less than 1,500.

In the past, even if they fought on more than a dozen battlefields and fought for a month or two, they might not lose 1,500 people, but now, just by blinking their eyes, these soldiers who followed them directly evaporated, and they couldn't even feel the pain.

It's impossible to say that you don't feel distressed, most of them are dragon warriors, or dragon people elites with a level 50 cap, although the two sides are still cooperative allies now, but Midi has long regarded them as descendants in his heart, and they will be vigorously cultivated in the future, but now, it is gone in an instant, how can he not feel it?

It's just that, no matter how much she feels distressed and angry, Midi's dark eyes are still as cold as a blade, without the slightest wavering, and all emotional fluctuations are suppressed.

Because, this is war.

Every victory is a war built on countless deaths.

Even if you are a reborn, you still can't change the ruthlessness of war by yourself.

If there is anything that can be done, the only choice is to get rid of all emotional distractions and choose the best way to end the war in the shortest possible time!

Thinking of this, Midi steered the vanguard boat into a dive, protruding the chaotic sky like a meteor, and rushed towards the rear of the Delos Empire, which had been blown up by bombs.

The next moment, a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision.

The middle-aged man stood on top of a quaint magic altar, holding a dragon's eye staff in his hand, and his black robes were hunting and flying in the scorching hot wind, looking like an unfailing banner from a distance.

It was Wiseman Newton, the "hand of nightmares."

As if sensing something, Wiseman also looked up and saw the silver-white vanguard ship in the sky, and the ghost swordsman who drove it.

"Let's wrap it up, Wiseman, Newton!" Midi sneered, swooping down from mid-air like a hunting peregrine falcon.