The next morning.
Something happened that made the entire Sardinian Pantheon collapse.
Their great Lord of the Sardinian Divine Realm, Seth, was eating shit.
And under the coercion of the evil invaders, in the eyes of the entire Sardinian Divine Realm, he performed an act of eating shit.
Didn't they say they would fight the evil invaders to the end? Didn't they say they would drag the invaders down to hell with them? Didn't they say they would never surrender or be humiliated?
Then what was their great Divine Realm Lord doing now?
For a moment, the people of the entire Sardinian Pantheon were filled with boundless sorrow, feeling that their ancestral faith had completely collapsed.
The plump little Daoist priest and Big White, having eaten their fill, returned leisurely with 1,000 rocket launchers and 10,000 incendiary projectile launchers.
They happened to see the live broadcast playing on the huge projection. The two exchanged glances: "Ugh... ugh..."
Twenty minutes later, the pale little Daoist priest stood on a high platform, observing the Sardinian Divine Realm with binoculars.
A moment later, after the demon race's Annihilation Mage had dismantled the Sardinian Divine Realm's defensive divine array, the little Daoist priest took out his walkie-talkie and shouted sternly:
"Target five kilometers ahead, 35 meters southwest, 500 meters interval, advancing barrage, 10 rounds rapid fire."
The 1,000 rocket launchers lined up one after another, and the "Lie Huo 4" rockets, propelled by flames, flew towards the designated targets.
The little Daoist priest shouted into the walkie-talkie again: "Demon legion advance, maintain a distance of 500 meters, in three minutes, the incendiary projectile launchers will be in position."
The Demon Emperor's son looked enviously at the rockets flying over the army and couldn't help but say, "Alas, it was this very thing that caused us so much trouble back then..."
Before he could finish speaking, the little Daoist priest's voice came from the walkie-talkie at his waist.
Hearing the messenger, the Demon Emperor's son quickly said to the herald: "Relay the order, the Dragon Knight Legion takes to the sky, the Flame Demon Legion attacks, and the ground army follows the human fire wall advance."
As soon as the messenger walked away, strong vibrations rippled through the ground ahead.
300,000 Wei Wu Warriors, arranged in a fish-scale formation, escorted 10,000 incendiary projectile launchers to the front of the formation.
The little Daoist priest, seeing that the incendiary projectile launchers had reached their designated positions, shouted into the walkie-talkie again:
"The area 500 meters in front of the demon legion's formation is the designated target, with 50-meter intervals, advancing barrage, three ammunition loads, advance forward."
As soon as the Flame Demon Legion of the demon race entered the Sardinian Divine Realm under the cover of the Dragon Knight Legion, the incendiary projectile launchers followed, protected by the Wei Wu Warriors.
After the Flame Demon Legion unleashed the first wave of fire spells, the incendiary projectiles were launched from behind, towards the area 500 meters in front of the legion.
The intense explosions created countless flames that, upon landing, formed seas of fire. The high temperatures warped the air in the Sardinian Divine Realm.
Countless active fire elements permeated the air. With the enhancement of this environment, the Flame Demon Legion's fire spells became even more powerful.
"Xingxing, don't rush to attack, focus on setting fires. My incendiary projectiles have only consumed one load. Let the Flame Demon Legion continue to advance."
"Also, have your Dragon Knight Legion push forward. I'm preparing for high-altitude bombing."
The little Daoist priest's voice came from the walkie-talkie again.
The Demon Emperor's son quickly issued another order. All 300,000 Dragon Knights advanced, suppressing the Sardinian gods' resistance from high altitude. Additionally, three brigades, totaling 30,000 soldiers, were recalled to prepare to escort the human air force for high-altitude bombing.
Seeing the changes in the Dragon Knight Legion, the little Daoist priest quickly relayed his order: "Relay the order, the Wind God Wyvern Knight Legion takes to the sky, and bomb as the Flame Demon Legion advances, carrying four loads of ammunition, and withdraw after dropping the bombs."
The new generation of Wyvern Knights, led by Li Feiyang, Wang Zhanshan, and Liu Dali, the sons of the three veteran legion commanders, took to the sky.
After the War of Ten Thousand Races, the 30,000-strong Wind God Wyvern Knight Legion had expanded to 100,000.
Li Yun served as the commander of the Wind God Wyvern Knight Legion, with Wang Meng and Liu Fei as deputy commanders.
The three split into three routes and entered the Sardinian Divine Realm under the escort of the Dragon Knight Legion.
Each Wind God Wyvern Knight carried 40 incendiary projectiles per load, and four loads meant 160 projectiles, which was the maximum ammunition load the Wind God Wyvern Knight Legion could drop in a short period.
Exceeding this drop time would result in prolonged deceleration, increasing the risk of being shot down.
With 100,000 Wind God Wyvern Knights, a total of 16 million incendiary projectiles were dropped, raising the temperature of the entire Sardinian Divine Realm by another 100 degrees. Sultan Novels.
Now, in the Sardinian Divine Realm, only the citizens of the Sardinian Pantheon were struggling desperately within the cities, and the Flame Demon Legion was still wreaking havoc. Even the incendiary projectile launchers and the Wei Wu Warriors had long since withdrawn after completing their missions.
The Demon Emperor's son, far away in the demon army formation, could already feel the heat wave washing over him.
"Alas, the current human race's weapons and strategic tactics are far more advanced than ours. If we were to achieve such results solely with the Flame Demon Legion, it would take at least three days, and that would be with the cover of more than twice the number of Demon Sword Warrior legions."
Xue Feng, with ice on his head and a resentful expression, looked at the Demon Emperor's son, who was still muttering to himself, and said irritably, "Cousin, aren't you hot? If this continues, I'll strike first."
The Demon Emperor's son looked up at Xue Feng, who looked like he had just been fished out of water, and said, "Cousin, why are you the only one left? Where's Big White?"
At this moment, Big White was leisurely lying on a lounge chair with the little Daoist priest, drinking iced juice while enjoying the cooling effect of several large air conditioners.
"Oh, Xiao Ming, I've really seen a lot this time. Fighting alongside you is truly an enjoyable experience. At this temperature, my elder brother, who's still in the army, might even be sweating like a dog."
The little Daoist priest chuckled and said, "This is the new form of warfare. It's not always necessary for the soldiers on the ground to risk their lives. If we can use runes and machines, non-living forms of replacement, then we shouldn't let our soldiers fight and bleed."
"But if it truly comes down to a fight, our soldiers must be capable. Big White, you've fought against our human Mo Dao Army. What do you think of their combat effectiveness?"
Big White looked at the burly Mo Dao Army soldiers squatting nearby, gnawing on watermelons, with a look of lingering fear.
"Fierce, they are truly fierce. Let me put it this way, my elder brother's most elite legion could not defeat my Frost Giant Legion with the same number of soldiers, but your Mo Dao Army is truly strong."