My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2667 -890: World Famous Painting · Murphy Leads the Transia People—Bonus for the “Little Lamb” Brothers [4/10]

The Master of Hunting cast a morale lock on the Wolf People, but it was powerless against the terrifying firepower projection of the Armed Airship, and mere morale couldn’t stop the collapse of the Wolf People’s army.

The logic is always simple: no flesh and blood creature can withstand the onslaught of incendiary bombs. Under the judgment of the indiscriminate fiery Heavenly Fire, even the Wolf People blessed by the Master of Hunting find it difficult to charge forward against the seemingly endless flames.

However, the Grand Marshal of the Wolf People is still unwilling to give up!

It still has the advantage in numbers!

Under its command are one hundred thousand brave Hyena Wolfman Warriors lying in wait, and although the damned Armed Airship overhead that can’t be targeted by Spiritual Energy is formidable, its steel belly won’t have an endless supply of bombs.

Let it bomb!

Even if all the Wolf People on the battlefield are killed right now, it still has enough troops to launch another devastating attack!

Its thinking isn’t exactly wrong.

After all, even a medium-sized airship like Hammer of Morphy can’t truly achieve an endless ground bombing; after just four bombings, the ammunition is already reduced to 60%, and at this rate, it’ll have to return in at most half an hour.

But the problem lies in the fact that 80% of the ammunition on Old Qin’s ship are incendiary bombs, so what about the remaining 20%?

It’s not like they’re loading fruits and vegetables, right?

“The front-line Wolf People are collapsing under our ground forces’ attack, but the rear Wolf People remain stubborn, especially the elite circle near their Commander. Not only are they not retreating, but they are starting to gather to respond to our advance.”

The Half-body Man First Mate in the cockpit frowned and said:

“I heard before that the Wolf People’s Evil God blessed them with a bizarre mad state, and it seems to be true—these guys can actually keep fighting while burning under the Heavenly Fire?”

“Flames can crush cowards, but they aren’t enough to instill fear in the current Wolf People. The Master of Hunting has shielded them from fear, but that’s only on the spiritual level. Physical pain, once it reaches a certain extent, will feedback to the spirit, rendering the Master’s vile magic ineffective.”

Old Qin adjusted the order of the bomb launchers, sending a batch of special ammunition into the launch sequence, and said:

“I know that in the face of an extremely determined noble will, the physical world’s pain matters little. We have similar ancestors over there who achieved these incredible miracles, but I refuse to believe that such heroes could emerge from the mad Wolf Man Rioter swayed by the Master of Hunting.

If flames cannot crush their insane minds, then let them face the trials of the devil.

Special ammunition launch is about to begin!

Send a warning to the ground, instructing the ground Commander to temporarily slow down the advance, ensuring they remain at least three kilometers away from the bombing zone for safety.”

“So, what are those special ammunitions in the remaining 20%?”

The Half-body Man First Mate, while adeptly sending out a broadcast warning to the ground, curiously asked:

“When I went to load ammo at your munitions factory, those specially painted special ammunitions weren’t even allowed for the dock workers to touch; a walker had to personally transport them. Could those things be even more terrifying than your incendiary bombs?

No, is there anything made by mortals in this world crazier than those napalm bombs?”

“That’s because you haven’t seen much.”

Lord Qin resumed targeting the bombing zone, kindly reminding:

“I’ve heard that Half-body Men tend to be timid, so it’s best for you to close your eyes now.”

“Tch, I’m the famous ‘bold’ in Charldo Harbor!”

The First Mate retorted in displeasure:

“Having followed Captain Paula through thick and thin for so many years, what major scenes haven’t I witnessed? Don’t try to scare me with your Trania tricks, I’ll just open my eyes wide and see what medicine you’re selling in your gourd!”

“Alright then, you’ve asked for it.”

Lord Qin didn’t bother persuading the stubborn fellow.

He quickly locked onto the bombing area near the Wolf People’s command center, and decisively pressed the bomb release switch right after the airship narrowly dodged a meteor attempting to attack.

A series of specially painted white aviation bombs were dropped from high altitude, but unlike the incendiary bombs, these munitions had an internal pin pulled by a connecting chain upon release, triggering a mechanical detonator inside that began ticking, eventually detonating in the air after a few seconds of countdown.

Soon, bright “starlight” exploded behind the airship in clusters, much like decoy flares launched by fighter planes to disrupt tracking missiles, or more so like a shower of silver stars, inspiring artistic exclamations from the elves waging expulsion battles alongside the Transia People below.

However, when those high-temperature starpoints rained down on the bombing zone, any Wolf Person lucky enough to be touched by a touch of starlight, regardless of their rank or status, would scream in agony, rolling madly on the ground in a futile attempt to extinguish the flames burning within their bodies.

But it couldn’t be extinguished.

The wailing would quietly end after an agonizing countdown of life, leaving behind pitiful charred corpses emitting white smoke.

The previously seen vicious weapon brought disaster upon them in saturated bombing fashion, and even though the destructive power of those high-temperature starpoints wasn’t as direct as incendiary bombs, the chaos they stirred was visible to the naked eye even from the high-flying airship.