Chapter 3: Warcrimes

A pair of F-18s bombed the capital with napalm and burned a good chunk of the city. People who can use water magic desperately try to put out the fire while more F-18 sorties kept bombing the hell out of the city.

By the Capitals Walls

The Gate explodes and an M1A2 Abrams enters with no resistance. Behind it was 4 other Abrams and a butt load of infantry in humvees.

"Watch out fellas, they might have a trick up the- STOP THE TANK THERE'S A FRIGGIN' HOLE! NOOO!" A Tank Commander ordered as his tank fell in.

The Abrams left track got stuck in a hole. Normally it would roll out of there just fine but it was strangely stuck.

"Ah, hell it's stuck. Abandon- wait, FIREBALLS INCOMING!" He screamed as he closed his hatch.

Fireballs about a size of a truck started raining down from the sky.

"Do you see where's it's coming from sir?" Asked his gunner.

"Yeah, I see them, 3 wizards at the ridge over to that palace. Raise the gun by 28° degrees and fire HEAT."

Boom!

The shell hits the ground killing the 3 wizards. after that the column continues advancing killing anyone who stands in their way.

5 Minutes Later

The Door to the palace explodes open and they head inside. They kick down every door to check if the royal family was there, and luckily by the last door they were found. They decided they will not go down without a fight. But before they can summon their swords they were burned by the flamethrower operator.

"Now." Said the Commander. "Gather all the people."

His men nodded and swiftly left.

15 minutes later at the center of town

"Sir, there are too many people to kill. Are you sure we have brought enough ammo?"

"We will bomb this city anyways, sooooo FIRE!"

Machine guns and flamethrowers began firing. Some of the Abrams joined in as well. Some "high-level" adventurers tried to fight back but they were blown up before they can chant a spell.

By the end of the day, 15,000 civilians and adventurers lay dead on the center.

Meanwhile

A force of 1 million men and 100,000 tanks, helicopters, planes, etc. were marching to crush the demon king's pathetic army and kingdom.