All sorts of miscellaneous items were sent flying into the air.
Rows of wooden and thatched houses suffered the same fate as the stone palace. In the face of the explosion, they too collapsed and were sucked into the shockwaves of the explosion.
When the seemingly sturdy stone palace that gave them a sense of security was easily destroyed like a thatched hut, every troll finally realized that the shadow of death had been hanging over their heads.
Regardless of whether they were soldiers or civilians, the trolls were in a state of panic. They were like rats that had to flee in the face of a flood, leaving the buildings and running for their lives. But no matter how fast their legs were, how could they outrun the airships that were carpet-bombing the skies?
This time, Duque had not only brought the Heaven-Breaker, but also the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman. There were also two less technologically advanced airships, the Little Boy and the Fatty, that were used for bombing.
These two bombardment airships looked a little like a big-bellied goldfish. Apart from the two huge propellers, the only other thing was a fat hull.
But in terms of bomb capacity, these two bombardment airships were no less than the Heaven-Breaker.
As they slowly advanced at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour, they dropped 250, 500, and 1,000 pounds of bombs like fish ovulating eggs.
* Boom! * Boom! *
It was an earth-shattering shock!
It was a deafening explosion!
No matter how fast the troll's legs were, they could not outrun the shockwaves of the explosion. Their escape was just to delay their deaths.
Along with the unceasing tremors, everything about the Amani Troll Empire was erased from the land of Zul 'Aman.
Who cared if you were a brave warrior?
A powerful being possessed by a powerful animal spirit?
A sturdy stone totem pole?
It was Xiaocao, who was too weak to even stand up to a gust of wind.
Everything was destroyed in the face of this overwhelming destructive power.
In the next instant, the fire soared into the sky, and the ground caved in. The Zul 'Aman, which had been built on a high hill for drainage purposes, was flattened by this terrifying chain of explosions.
Standing on the high platform, the chief of the Amani Troll Empire, Dakara, was completely stunned. He stood there in a daze, watching the scene unfold. He even forgot to dodge.
In his dreams, Zuaman would become the capital of the revived Amani Empire!
But now, before this dream city could be expanded, it had already started to disappear in the long river of history.
So what if he survived?
His people, all the elites of the Amani clan, had died in front of him. As the last direct bloodline of the Amani royal family, the demise of the Amani clan meant that the revival of the Amani Empire had come to an end.
"No … no … this can't be true! I must be dreaming! "Dakara muttered to himself as if he had gone mad.
"Chief! Hurry up and run! The Amani clan is finished! "The Warlock Lord Malacas pounced over and tried to pull Dakara away.
But at this time, two bombs the size of a small house fell from the sky and landed on the largest altar.
"Bang — —" The explosion of a 1,000-pound bomb would definitely shake the earth and mountains.
In an instant, Dakara's Giant Bear Incarnation was destroyed. Once the bear incarnation that could greatly strengthen his armor disappeared, his remaining three incarnations were actually fragile.
Suddenly, a few more bombs fell.
This time, Dakara did not take it head-on. He transformed into a lynx and tried to dodge.
Who knew that he would suddenly find that his movements, which had already become incomparably agile, suddenly slowed down. To the onlookers, this was already in slow motion.
"Who is it!?"
The only reply he got was the explosion of the bombs.
"Boom!"
Dakara's head spun from the explosion. His ears were filled with an ear-piercing buzzing sound. His vision was blurred, and he could not see clearly.
But in his daze, he felt that there were no more bombs falling.
His instincts told him that a powerful being was descending from the sky.
"Die — —" Dakara threw out a rusty machete covered in blood.
The funny thing was that his dizziness was so strong that he actually threw the machete at Malacas's head, almost killing his number one fighter in an instant.
"Ah!"
The next moment, he heard the Warlock Lord's tragic cry.
His vision became a little more normal, and he was immediately shocked to see that Malacas's body was like a porcupine pierced with arrows.
In that instant, the Warlock Lord could not be any more dead.
Without any hesitation, Dakara used his Whirlwind Slash!
That's right. Since there was no one around him, he might as well attack indiscriminately. He would definitely hit anyway.
That was how it should have been.
Unfortunately, a ray of golden sword light and a ray of lightning sword light slashed toward him at the same time.
Dakara instinctively used his Epic-grade machete to meet them. The problem was, those two swords were divine weapons!
Dakara was not strong enough to begin with. Moreover, he was not in his best condition after the explosion. He was unable to unleash his full combat power. In the face of the majestic and invincible divine weapons, his Epic-grade machete was shattered by the two rays of sword light.
With a loud bang, the two rays of sword light flashed past. Dakara's legs below his knees were gone. He knelt heavily on the ground.
All of this happened in an instant. A single slash easily broke through his [Whirlwind Chop], and the light from the sword easily shattered his weapon, slicing off Dakara's calf.
"Hah!" Dakara yelled as he waved his arms. His left hand was infused with the strength of the Mountain Eagle, while his right was infused with the soul of the Dragonhawk. Together, he struck the figure in the blue and white robes in front of him.
"Oh? Lightning and fire? What a coincidence, me too! "
Dakara had once used the lightning of the Mountain Eagle to kill thirteen high-level elven rangers, and the flames of the Dragonhawk to burn nine elven mages to death.
He was very confident in his own strength.
Having confidence was a good thing, but in the face of a higher level of Mystery, everything was —
Hiss! Nothing! Will! Righteousness!
"Ahhhhh —" Dakara let out the most agonizing howl he had ever made in the battle.
His left hand, which used lightning, was instantly charred by the stronger lightning, while his right hand, which used fire, was slowly burned away inch by inch, leaving behind only his blackened bones.
In less than ten seconds, the great Amani chief Dakara had been reduced to a human scoundrel.
Two powerful armoured hands pressed down on him, one on the left and the other on the right, trying to force him to kneel on the ground.
Even so, he struggled with all his might, straightening his body and trying to bite down on those two hands with his fangs.
Just then, a voice rang out.
"Nice to meet you. I am Duke Marcus, the last destroyer of the Amani Empire."
As he spoke, Duque took a step forward and stomped heavily on Dakara's mouth!
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