Pretending to be a noob in a world scaled by power level

[174] Bombs away!

The word of command echoed through the magical orb, carried by my voice to the ears of the dragonborne. "Dragonborne pull back!" The command resonated through the battlefield, prompting an immediate response. The dragons, having decimated the skeleton dragons, roared in agreement and started to retreat, their huge wings lifting them higher and away from the battlefield.

And then, in a strategic maneuver, the dwarven blimps moved into position. Silent and deadly, these colossal structures drifted high above the sea. The dwarves, known for their mastery in engineering, had equipped these blimps with devastating weapons - bombs packed with explosives.

Upon my command, the dwarves released their deadly cargo. With a deafening roar, the bombs plummeted towards the demonic fleet. The impact was devastating. One by one, the demonic ships exploded in showers of splintered wood and fire, the force of the explosion causing the sea to churn violently.

The dwarf blimps circled back, leaving a scene of chaos in their wake. The remnants of the demonic fleet were in disarray, their formation broken, their numbers significantly reduced. But still, they pressed on, their destination, the shores of Erindale, a grim reminder that the battle was far from over.

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High above the seething, chaotic waves, the dwarf blimps soared in formation, their undersides packed with deadly payload. On board, the atmosphere was tense.

"Gimli, you heard the command, release the bombs!" yelled Captain Thrum, a seasoned dwarven warrior with scars crisscrossing his hardened face. He held onto a railing as the blimp shuddered, eyes focused on the demon ships below.

"Aye, Captain!" Gimli, a burly dwarf with arms like tree trunks, replied, gripping the bomb release lever with grim determination. The thudding of his heart echoed the deafening boom of the bombs being unleashed.

"Bombs away!" He shouted, pulling down the lever with all his might. Immediately, the floor beneath them juddered as the bombs, harnessed in iron racks beneath the blimp, were released. A collective cheer broke out among the crew as they watched the bombs descend towards the demonic fleet.

"Hold on, we're making another run!" Captain Thrum called out, steering the blimp into a sharp turn. The dwarf crew gripped whatever they could as the blimp veered, preparing themselves for another round of attack.

"Reload! We're not done here yet!" Gimli shouted, sweat dripping from his brow, but the fire of determination ablaze in his eyes. The crew scrambled into action, reloading the iron racks with more bombs, the blimp filled with the cacophony of clanging metal and shouted orders.

High above the chaos, the dwarf blimps circled, a relentless storm of destruction, raining fire and devastation upon the demonic fleet.

As the bombs hit, the world erupted. Towers of water rocketed skyward, engulfing entire ships within the tempestuous turmoil. The sound was deafening, a cacophonous symphony of destruction that reverberated through the very fabric of the air.

Ship after ship was decimated, torn apart by the thunderous explosions. The once imposing fleet was now a scene of utter devastation, a smoldering wreckage of twisted metal and splintered wood scattered amidst the blood-red waters.

Above the carnage, the blimps hung like grim reapers, their bellies now empty of the deadly payload. The smell of smoke and gunpowder permeated the air, a bitter testament to the violence unleashed.

With a grand sweep of my hand, I gave the order for the trebuchets to be released. The air tensed as hundreds of elves, humans, and dwarves sprang into action, each manning their designated battle stations with practiced ease. Amid the cacophony of orders being shouted and the clank of gears, the immense war machines creaked to life.

In the blink of an eye, the beachfront was transformed into a lethal battery. Massive counterweights dropped and long arms swung forward, launching their deadly payloads high into the morning sky. The sounds of chains clattering, gears grinding, and ropes straining filled the air.

The projectiles arced overhead in a grim ballet, a dozen or more at a time, each trailing a plume of smoke. They soared over the sea, casting long, menacing shadows that danced over the waters and across the face of the oncoming demon fleet.

The first impacts were spectacular. Bursting upon the decks of the demon ships, they shattered masts, crushed helms, and tore open hulls. Flames erupted from the wreckage, lighting up the morning sky in an ominous, fiery glow.

As each volley was released, a new one was quickly loaded. The beachfront had become a relentless engine of destruction, the rhythmic launches of the trebuchets like the heartbeat of the defensive line. Through the chaos, the steady thrum of the trebuchets remained, a harsh reminder of the inevitable onslaught that awaited the demonic fleet.

Our defenders, dwarf, elf, and human alike, stood resolute. The trebuchets continued their relentless bombardment, each volley tearing further into the demon fleet, the bright morning now marred by the chilling spectacle of war.

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