American Comics: Borrowed Magic By Skill, Why Should I Return It?

"3 o'clock direction!"

"Detected organized demon army!"

"Approximately 5,000 in number!"

"Advancing towards us!"

"The enemy is fast, with a large number of Flight units!"

"Notify artillery and missile units to conduct indiscriminate bombing in the target area!"

"Continue deploying unmanned reconnaissance aircraft for bombing guidance!"

"Sir! The unmanned reconnaissance aircraft has been shot down again!"

"Unable to provide precise bombing guidance!"

"Then forget about precision!"

"Cover them with firepower!"

"Our ammunition is sufficient!"

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The sound of explosions continued.

When the demon army led by Nastier appeared,

General Ross finally felt a hint of the demon's threat.

But it was only a hint...

"No need to worry."

"It's just 5,000 demons."

"I estimate they won't even survive our first round of bombing."

General Ross was very confident in his command.

Although during the Ultron crisis, all nuclear weapons were wiped out by Skynet in one fell swoop,

Even without nuclear weapons...

General Ross could still find other alternatives, 730 of them!

Such as cloud burst bombs, napalm bombs, cluster bombs, white phosphorus bombs...

Especially white phosphorus bombs!

Also known as the fire of hell!

General Ross's favorite weapon!

After being dropped on a large scale from the air, it would create a magnificent rain of falling fire.

Like iron trees and silver flowers falling!

It may look beautiful, but it is extremely lethal!

Because the high temperature of white phosphorus burning can reach 1000 degrees Celsius!

Within its burning range, almost no living creature can escape. Once the body comes into contact with a bit of white phosphorus, it will continue to burn until it reaches the bone, causing extreme pain but with no way to stop it.

"Hehe..."

"I don't believe these demons can't be burned to death by a rain of fire at 1000 degrees Celsius," General Ross gazed into the distance.

One by one, shells, rockets, and missiles whistled through the air from behind him.

They traced arcs and landed on the distant battlefield.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of explosions never ceased.

The ground shook even more violently than before.

"The Vulture squadron has reached the designated location!"

"Continue bombing the targets!"

Armed helicopters coming from the other side of the portal also joined the battle.

They hovered in the air, their bellies loaded with rocket pods, flying towards the distance one by one.

This density of firepower...

If it were on Earth, it would be enough to turn a medium-sized city into ruins.

Plow the ground several times!

Blow up all the worms in the soil, along with their dozen or so family members!

Even...

In hell.

The effect of this intensive bombing also looks terrifying.

The location they are in has turned into a sea of fire.

Looking around, nothing can be seen!

"Haha!"

"Go to hell, demons!"

"Um... John, we are already in hell."

"Oh right, I forgot. Then how should I say it?"

"Go to hell, demons!"

"That's right!"

"Go to hell, demons!"

The soldiers of America looked at the distant explosions, all with smiles on their faces.

Because they could eliminate the enemy with just the bombing.

They didn't need to go into action.

They didn't need to do anything.

They just won a war.

And went back to receive their well-deserved medals.

One word - comfortable!

"We are truly fortunate to be able to follow General Ross," a soldier sighed as he watched the General's figure disappear.

Following you is our blessing!

But soon enough, these soldiers wouldn't be able to laugh anymore.

"What are these humans doing?"

"I don't know."

"But these things feel quite comfortable on us."

"Cool and refreshing, just like the snowflakes we saw last time."

Leading the charge were Nashtir and his group of Flight demons.

They were the first to break through the sea of fire.

The white phosphorus shells that General Ross was proud of turned into cool and refreshing things, just like snowflakes, in their mouths.

It's not surprising, after all.

These demons bathe in magma pools at 1200℃.

A mere 1000-degree white phosphorus shell...

It's indeed a bit cool.

As for the napalm bombs and cloud burst bombs, weapons that rely on explosive combustion as their main source of damage.

For the demons, it's even less of a concern.

It's not that these weapons are weak...

It's mainly the demons' characteristics that make them immune to human thermal weapons.

"Kill!"

"Destroy their metal machines first!"

A group of Flight demons charged out of the bombing range.

Under Nashtir's leadership, they immediately aimed their spears and demon tridents at General Ross's armored formation.

The demons roared, wielding weapons such as demon steel forks and spears.

They swooped down from the sky!

"Anti-aircraft guns!"

"Shoot them down quickly!"

General Ross's anti-aircraft weapons began their attack.

Unpatriotic missiles, Stryker anti-aircraft armored vehicles, Bradley infantry fighting vehicles... a series of armored vehicles roared into action.

Even the soldiers on the outer defense line manned heavy machine guns.

They started firing into the sky.

Anti-aircraft guns, missiles, armor-piercing shells formed a dense barrage.

Blocking the sky, making it impassable.

"Roar——!"

"Break through from the periphery!"

Seeing that it was impossible to directly charge through from the air.

Nastier roared in anger.

With agile footwork, he dove downward.

Avoiding the barrage of firepower, he charged straight into the first line of defense set up by General Ross.

The other Flight demons behind him followed suit.

Fold your wings!

Charge straight down like a sword!

During the process, some weaker demons were hit by anti-aircraft weapons and instantly turned into sieves, falling from the sky like birds with broken wings.

Demons are immune to conventional ammunition.

They are also immune to burning weapons with high temperatures as the main killing effect.

But in the face of large-caliber depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, or even laser weapons, ordinary demons really can't resist.

Fortunately, the demons are not stupid...

They know that if they continue to stay in the air, they will be treated as targets.

So they all descended, landing on the first outer defense line set up by General Ross.

"Oh, damn it!"

"Oh my God!"

The soldiers of the Amerika Corps stationed at the outer defense line instantly became chaotic.

In the fungus, there is a saying that has been circulating.

First-class Air Force!

Second-class Navy!

Third-class Army!

Fourth-class Marines!

And guarding the outermost perimeter are the third-class Army and fourth-class Marines.

The only heavy weapons they have in their hands are the Browning M2 heavy machine guns that served in the last century.

A 96-year-old machine gun!

And some individual weapons such as rocket launchers and stingers!

But after the demons got close, these weapons were either impossible to use or there was no time to use them at all.

"In the name of Satan!"

"Kill all these humans!"

Nastier took the lead.

The demon trident in his hand pierced through the bodies of two Marines.

A candy skewer was formed on the battlefield...