He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 44 44. Art is explosion!

With the first shot of TNT, a roar of technology was heard on the continent of Rodri.

What followed was a dense and terrifying chain of explosions.

The Eastern Rift Valley was like a violent earthquake, and the indestructible mountains on all sides shattered and rolled down, causing secondary damage to the demons.

The explosions continued in waves.

Ian's heart also ached.

All of TNT’s assets are now fully utilized!
Now, I have to save up for another ten days or half a month to go back to the MC world...

But no matter what, the explosion scene is still very healing.

Playing blasting in the Rodri continent is much more fun than playing blasting in the MC world.

The pits created by the explosion were all different and varied, especially mixed with the painful and desperate wails of many mind flayers and monsters.

This is a spiritual enjoyment that is completely unavailable in the MC world.

It's quite a pleasing feeling.

The key is……

In the MC world, TNT will only flash and sparkle and create a big hole.

The explosion here directly created one mushroom cloud after another.

"As expected, art is an explosion..."

Ian murmured with emotion.

The most important thing is that there is no pollution after the explosion. This is the true implementation of the concept of environmental protection in the war. Ian's realm is thousands of years ahead of the Rodri Continent!

But Layar, who was standing by, looked at Ian with an admiring attitude, and a hint of worry flashed across his eyes.

I have a feeling that Master Ian is going to develop some serious addiction...

The explosions continued. The Winged Clan, Markov and others, who were confused at the beginning, now began to celebrate.

Although the thick mushroom cloud blocked the view, the sound could still be faintly heard.

Every wail of the Mind Flayer is like a reward to the people of the Winged Clan.

To put it in cruder terms.

Finally, the Winged Clan was happy...

However, there are people here who feel sorry for me.

For example, Lacia in the distance was pouting and looking at the undead army below with eyes full of heartache and regret.

"Fine bone sticks! Grab them, break them apart, and throw them on the workbench. Maybe they can even produce bone meal!"

"This is all high-quality bone meal... How many acres of land could be cultivated with the bone meal produced by so many skeletons? What a waste!"

……

Looking at the explosion light below gradually slowing down, Layar breathed a sigh of relief, feeling shocked and excited.

With this wave, the demon race is almost wiped out...

"Thinking back to before we left the city, I actually suspected that Master Ian was sending nineteen of us to our deaths... I'm so ashamed."

Layal sighed, and Markoff beside him flushed with pride, almost raising his nose to the sky.

"Father, you're not wrong. After all, at the time, it sounded like twenty people fighting against tens of thousands of elite demon soldiers. It was really nonsense!"

"..."

Leal glared at Markov fiercely.

"When you're out in the world, you're a Paladin of the Cult of the Dawn. Your words and actions must be respectable and respectable. The word 'bullshit' is so uncivilized! Can't you say 'Arabian Nights' or 'unbelievable'?"

Markov shrank his head and didn't dare to retort.

Layal shook his head and sighed:
"In the final analysis, it's because we don't have enough confidence in the great Dawn, and our understanding of the Dawn Kingdom is not deep enough."

"This kind of problem must never happen to the leaders of our Dawn Divine Church. We must correct it in the future!"

Now, Leal is thinking about whether he should go to the Dawn Church to pray regularly every day like old Matthew and the others after he returns.

That’s not right either…

There is only a statue of unknown meaning in the Dawn Church. If you want to pray, you might as well pray directly to Ian.

"After all, Master Ian is the true God of Dawn..."

Layal murmured a small compliment.

On the other side, Uriel was still staring at the explosion underground with lifeless eyes.

This inexplicable thing...

It felt like a forbidden spell. In just a short while, the solid ground of the Eastern Rift Valley was blown down dozens of meters.

Rocks were falling from the cliffs on both sides, and it looked as if they had been forcibly widened.

He glanced at Ian who was standing with his hands behind his back, nodding and smiling as he looked down below. In the eyes of Uriel and the others, Ian at this moment.

A gentle and compassionate holy light emanates from his whole body.

"Dawn..."

Wu Lier suddenly understood why the Dawn Cult was called Dawn.

On the dark continent of Rodri, a sun that is merciful to its children and indifferent to its enemies is about to drive away the darkness that has enveloped the sky for hundreds of years.

After a long time, among the Winged Clan, it was the proud voice of the little girl Haniya that broke the silence.

"I've already said it, our great Dawn Cult, the supreme and merciful Dawn, possesses endless divine power and boundless divine grace!"

"All of us should and must be proud to be children of Dawn!" Listening to his daughter's speech, Uriel nodded repeatedly and clasped his hands together like Haniya.

"The dawn will last forever..."

After a moment, Uriel patted Haniya's shoulder with satisfaction and said cheerfully:
"Haniya, you did a great job this time! Thanks to you for inviting the great Dawn Cult, otherwise, the Winged Tribe might have been destroyed by me."

But in response to Uriel's praise, Haniya's face turned stern and she scolded him:
"Father, you should thank the Great Dawn and His Holiness the Pope!"

"If we ask for help from others, they may not help. Only the great and merciful Dawn will treat us as its own children."

"Only the kind and merciful Pope can bring his divine power to save us from this dire straits."

"The Dawn asks for nothing. He loves every child who believes in Him. If you truly want to thank the great Dawn, you should do the same as I do, and everyone else in Blackwater City!"

"Always be proud to be a son of the Dawn, and always be determined to die for the Dawn!"

Uriel nodded repeatedly. He did not think Haniya's words were extreme. Instead, he looked eager to know:

"Haniyya, what do you think we should do to make the Great Dawn and His Holiness feel our piety? We have no experience, and it would be disastrous if we make mistakes."

"How can one be a devout child of the Dawn? Erect a statue to the Dawn? Hold a grand sacrifice? Offer countless treasures?"

Suddenly, many Winged People looked eager for knowledge and asked Haniya humbly.

Haniya also taught them everything he saw and understood.

……

After the TNT cluster bombing, the dark clouds seemed to be blown away, the rain gradually subsided, and even a corner of the sun appeared.

When the smoke below cleared, everyone could see clearly.

The demon army that was huge in number and resembled a swarm of locusts just now now had only about two hundred mind flayers left.

Including the Undead Legion and the demonized monsters, there are only more than a thousand of them.

They are scattered here and there. I'm afraid that except for the Undead Legion, the Mind Flayers and Warcraft have all lost their will to fight.

"From now on, offense and defense will change!"

Layal clapped his hands cheerfully.

Uriel stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

He looked at Ian standing with his hands behind his back with excitement and enthusiasm, especially the beam of sunlight that happened to hit his back.

Makes him look more sacred.

"Your Holiness, please allow us to fight for the great dawn and bring you the final victory!"

Ian shook his head.

"Don't be anxious. The closer the battle gets to the end, the more we need to play it safe to prevent the demons from making a desperate counterattack."

Of course, this is a nice way of putting it.

What Ian really thinks is...

He has made so many preparations, and now if he lets the Winged Tribe go down and reap the harvest directly, won’t all his resources be wasted?

"Lyael."

Hearing Ian's call, Leia nodded in understanding.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!"

Leal was very happy that Ian was not carried away by victory. He remained highly vigilant and maintained self-control until the last second on the battlefield.

In him, Lyall has seen the style of old Phobos. In fact, Ian is more stylish than old Phobos!
"Master... Young Master has grown to the point where we can be completely assured..."

Feeling emotional, Layal kept moving, calling Lacia and the others, and together they took out their pumpkins and walked towards the constructed iron structure.

……

Below, the frightened Mind Flayer commander carefully pushed away the Mind Flayers and Warcraft corpses that were blown to pieces on his body after the explosion stopped.

Then, look around.

Noticing that his army of nearly 20,000 men was now shattered, with only a little over a thousand left, the Mind Flayer commander couldn't help but curse.

"Damn humans!"

Now, he is definitely going to be dismissed.
unless……

The Mind Flayer Commander looked up at the sky, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly.

Unless we can annihilate the Winged Tribe and kill the guy who leads the human race!

His expression changed from gloomy to bright, but finally, the Mind Flayer Commander calmed down and prepared to take a gamble.

But just as he was about to jump up, he took advantage of the fact that those people and the Winged Clan had not attacked yet and caught them off guard.

The next moment, something took action before him.

Dozens of silver lights fell vertically from the sky.

Accompanied by a loud bang and smoke, the Mind Flayer commander thought there was another explosion and was so scared that he immediately hid under the corpse of the monster.

But after a while, the expected explosion did not happen. The Mind Flayer leader and the remaining Mind Flayers looked out...

Dozens of steel-made cube monsters staggered out from the smoke!

Do not!
That's not a monster!

Feeling the strong threatening atmosphere, the pupils of the Mind Flayer Commander shrank like needles.

That's a demon-killing machine!!!
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(End of this chapter)