The reason he frowned was that what was happening before him wasn't entirely aimed at him!
The person who had orchestrated all this must be targeting the 'main battleship'!
He could be incidental.
Or he could be the main target.
If they could kill him here, that would naturally be the best outcome.
Then they would force the old general to deploy the 'main battleship' to rescue him.
Was the scene before him one that required the deployment of the 'main battleship'?
While the arrival of the heavy bombers and the involvement of the 'Mystical Side' people had taken him by surprise, just a few heavy bombers and some Mystical Side people, in his opinion, weren't enough to truly compel the deployment of the 'main battleship'.
The real trump card of the opponent was still to come!
With this in mind, Jason threw out fireballs even faster.
Since their trump card was yet to come.
He didn't have more time to waste here.
One after another, basketball-sized fireballs flew in swathes.
After several collisions, the invisible force field constructed by a 'ritual' began to waver.
As cracks appeared, the force field shattered completely.
The heavy bombs, suspended in mid-air, began to fall, colliding heavily with the fireballs Jason had thrown.
After one heavy bomb exploded, all the remaining bombs detonated as well.
The huge blasts shattered the nighttime tranquility of Cherry City.
The flames even lit up the night sky.
Aroused from sleep, people looked up at the flames burning in the sky, astonished, afraid, and at a loss.
Among these people, there were both ordinary folks and 'Mystical Side' people.
The latter reacted faster than the former.
Without any hesitation, a considerable number of the latter group began to retreat.
They wanted to leave Cherry City for the time being.
And the remainder quickly grabbed their equipment and props to rush toward the direction of the explosion.
Tel Derluce leaned back on a soft, luxurious sofa, watching this scene through Cherry City's surveillance feed, his expression unchanged, his gaze as calm as a still lake.
All of this was within his expectations.
"Master, do you require anything?"
"I have some fine red wine here."
"Of course, there are other things as well."
A middle-aged man with a smile, meticulously groomed hair, wearing a vest and a white shirt, asked.
"Red wine," Tel Derluce replied.
His voice was cold, unconsciously evoking a chill.
Paired with that expressionless face, one couldn't help but suspect he was the villain.
But the homeowner didn't mind at all.
It was precisely because Tel Derluce was a bad man that they could sit together.
The already decanted wine was poured into a glass, the host picked up a goblet for himself and offered one to Tel Derluce.
"Master, please," the homeowner said with a smile as he raised his glass.
Tel Derluce emptied the contents of the glass into his mouth without ceremony.
The homeowner, who was swirling his glass, showed no surprise; this wasn't their first meeting, and he knew Tel Derluce well enough to even guess his next words.
"By our agreement, you should give it to me."
Hearing Tel Derluce's predictable words, the homeowner twirled his glass, taking a light sniff before responding with an even brighter smile, "Certainly, I never break a promise, but... Master Derluce, don't you want to see the rest of my plan?"
The homeowner elongated his tone and with empty hand, gestured toward the night sky outside the window.
Following the explosion, the tumbling flames began to fall.
But the night sky had not calmed down.
As the red flames faded, a dazzling white began to appear.
And, it had appeared abruptly.
No one noticed how it had come to be there.
All they knew was that it looked somewhat like a—