Gude swore it was absolutely the most incredible sight he had ever witnessed in his life.

If he had to describe it, it was like a volcano floating in the air—and this volcano didn't just have one vent, but was blossoming everywhere!

After an earth-shattering explosion, not only was the upper dome blasted open by flames, but hundreds of dark red jets of flame erupted from the surrounding areas of the city—he could fully imagine the scene inside the Divine Fabricator: under the incredible heat, the red mist turned into viscous clumps of flame, like ignited grease, which further increased the air temperature, causing it to expand rapidly, and finally burst out from caves and crevices near the ground!

This meant that the devils had nowhere to escape, even if they hid in airtight chambers that could withstand high pressure and impact, they would be baked to death by thousands of degrees of heat.

It was absolutely a hellish sight.

Even as an enemy, Gude felt a tinge of sympathy for them at this moment.

However, his own situation wasn't much better now.

The short distance of dozens of kilometers from the center to the edge of the Divine Fabricator was full of dangers—the chain reaction showed no signs of stopping, and those jets of flame, often tens of meters high, were like sharp blades, and anyone hit by them was sure to be destroyed. If that was something he could resolve with skill, then the "fire rain" falling from the sky was something he couldn't control at all.

The debris initially ejected during the explosion had now entered the falling phase, either semi-molten rocks or burning gelatinous substances. Gude only had to look up to see the dense fire points overhead—they looked like they covered the sky and obscured the sun, even suppressing the light of dawn.

"Damn, did you see the stuff in the sky!" Fanjin yelled from the other end.

"Nonsense, I'm not blind!"

"Its range is too exaggerated, there's not enough time to fly out! If we wait for it to fall, I don't think we can escape no matter how hard we run!"

"No... *crackle*... there's still one place... *crackle*... to avoid it." At this time, a voice suddenly appeared in the channel.

Obviously, it was Manfeierde, who was ahead of them. Presumably, due to the different directions they had scattered, with obstacles blocking them, his communication seemed a little fuzzy.

"Agreed, but only if we can get there in time!" Gude replied.

"Wait... you're not serious, are you?" Fanjin quickly reacted. "This thing is about to crash, and you still want to use it as shelter?"

He knew his companion was right—in fact, after the second explosion, Gude knew in his heart that His Majesty's plan had worked.

The Divine Fabricator was obviously tilting little by little, although it was still suspended about a hundred meters above the ground, this change undoubtedly indicated that the magic core controlling the floating city had been damaged, and falling was only a matter of time.

If they could fly under the base of the Divine Fabricator before the fire rain landed, they could avoid being affected by the eruption. But considering the constantly falling floating land, doing so was also fraught with risks. If they didn't control the direction and speed well, they would either crash directly into the ground or hit the black stone wall, and the outcome would be no better than being hit directly by the fire rain.

But the former at least didn't mean leaving it to fate!

At this moment, the plane finally turned into level flight, and Gude pushed the throttle to the maximum, rushing towards the edge of the Divine Fabricator!

...

On the Seagull, Xierwei saw the destruction of the devil's royal city.

The violently expanding red mist not only burst out along the city's dome, but also blasted open the gate at the bottom of the tower—the burning red mist turned into thick pillars of flame under high pressure, first engulfing the devils gathered below in an instant, and then scorching the earth like a flamethrower, affecting an area of several kilometers.

Then came the rain-like falling rocks, most of them wrapped in flames or glowing red, falling to the earth one after another. The terror beasts protecting the royal city almost suffered a devastating disaster, and no matter which direction they fled, they could hardly avoid this divine punishment.

The devil camps some distance away from the royal city were also severely affected, but after all, they were located at the edge of the ejected material's coverage, and although the troops that had retreated from the beginning were not unscathed, they were not completely wiped out. Perhaps for them, the creation that had been regarded as a miracle had now become a living volcano city, which was truly an unbearable blow.

At least Xierwei saw many devils standing still, watching the black stone tower press down on them.

After two explosions, the Divine Fabricator completely fell into paralysis.

Dragging the flames erupting above and below, it sank along its original path, and after a quarter of an hour, the top of the giant pyramid below made contact with the ground first—the collision between the two triggered a third rumble, and the squeezed hot air even formed a small shockwave.

Under the effect of inertia, the floating land continued to slide forward, crushing the camps and outposts beneath it into powder. When it slowly stopped, a gully thousands of meters wide was carved out behind it.

The gushing flames also weakened at this moment, and the rolling smoke and dust played a certain inhibitory effect, but that definitely didn't mean it had subsided. Now the interior of the Divine Fabricator was like a scalding furnace, which could be seen from the red cracks on the surface—perhaps this fire would have to burn for several months before it could truly be extinguished, and before that, those devils living in the city would all become its fuel.

Now Xierwei's only concern was the three people who had rushed under the Divine Fabricator.

"...How is it, did you see anything?" Princess Tili was also asking about their whereabouts.

"No, I haven't found anything yet..." She bit her lip lightly and replied. The Divine Fabricator had experienced overturning, falling, and sliding, and the risk of accompanying it all the way was imaginable. If they didn't appear for a long time, the result would probably be ominous—"Wait," suddenly, at this moment, her magic eye noticed a few inconspicuous black spots, they looked like rubble swept up by the air currents, but they had not landed for a long time.

Xierwei mobilized the last of her magic, zooming in on the vision, only to see three gray-white biplanes rushing out of the rolling smoke and dust, the tower and spear logo on the tail fins was particularly clear! Although each plane looked tattered, not only was a layer of dust on the wings, but the skin was no longer smooth and complete, but at least the fuselage was still intact.

She couldn't say anything for a moment, as if something was stuck in her chest.

After sniffing her nose, Xierwei picked up the rune and replied, "Your Highness... all three of them are fine."

"Is that so?" Tili's tone suddenly became much lighter, "I knew it."

"If you really knew, you wouldn't keep asking." Andrea pouted secretly to the side.

Wendy shook her head with a smile, "Then notify everyone to return, let's bring the news of victory back to Roland Your Majesty!"