"You...can never defeat the great...source of magic..." A demon soldier who fell to the ground said with difficulty while vomiting black blood.
The Eilandhir Grenadier who looked down at him just snorted coldly, not even preparing to fire a shot with the weapon in his hand.
Because this demon has no chance of survival unless the medical soldiers of the Elanthir Empire begin to rescue this poor guy now.
However, the medical soldiers of the Airanhill Empire had no obligation to save him. After all, after this battle, several wounded people still needed help.
"You will all die! You will all be killed by the great source of magic!" The wounded demon soldier who fell on the ground could not die for a while, so he continued to babble in his weak voice.
I don't know if he wanted to intimidate the winner standing next to him, or if he wanted to find a reasonable explanation for his death.
The distant vibrations were approaching little by little, and the demon lying on the ground felt that the earth was being violently shaken by something under his body.
His eyes widened because he heard the loud rumbling in the distance and saw the huge thing approaching slightly!
Yes, it can definitely be called a behemoth. It is a city! A huge city is speeding towards him.
Bulkland, the fortress city of the Eilandhill Empire, is also a mobile fortress! Its figure appears only 30 kilometers away from Withollands!
Right in front of the dying demon soldier, this huge fortress took hold little by little, surrounding it layer by layer, and finally turned into a super fortress layered like mosquito coils.
"What kind of opponent are we... fighting with?" The demon lying on the ground closed his eyes, because the outer centipede tail of Bulkland happened to fall near this village.
The thick, metal-wrapped centipede legs fell heavily and stepped on the demon soldier's side.
He could even touch the end of the huge centipede leg. When the centipede leg fell heavily, the dust that was thrown up even buried half of his body.
The Airanhill Empire soldier who had been looking down at him came back with a cigarette in his mouth, and with great interest found a piece of gravel to use as a bench among the dust that had just fallen.
The heavy-armored grenadier of the Airanhill Empire sat there, exhaling a puff of white mist from his cigarette, and asked the demon lying on the ground with a sense of contempt: "Now, do you still think we will be defeated?"
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"Ahem..." The demon wanted to answer, but black blood gushed out from his mouth again. He coughed violently, and his half-buried body was twitching.
He actually wanted to say that he still firmly believed that the origin of magic would definitely win.
However, the demon soldier, who had already felt that his life force was passing away, suddenly realized that his persistence might be meaningless at all.
As a soldier, he had fought for his country and his beliefs to the last moment. He was about to die, and for a corpse, there was nothing left to fight about, victory or defeat.
Ever since, at this moment, he suddenly became open-minded, looked at the human sitting next to him, and breathed softly: "I don't know... but I have fought, it doesn't matter anymore."
"In a moment... there should be a good show that will let you know that this era is the era of the Eilanhir Empire." The human heavy armored grenadier exhaled a puff of smoke and pointed to the top of his head: "You should be better than me.
See clearly."
Yes, the dust in front of the demon soldier lying on his back has dispersed. He can clearly see the blue sky, and he can also see the thick, cold black gun barrels lying horizontally between the blue sky and him.
There are hundreds of large-caliber artillery pieces in Bulkland Fortress. Although most of the artillery pieces are old models and their range is not very far, fortunately, the caliber of these artillery pieces is large enough.
Those 203 mm caliber, 283 mm caliber, and 406 mm caliber cannons all have an ultra-long range of 30 kilometers.
What's more, there is also a terrifying 800mm caliber cannon on the Bulkerland Fortress, which has a range of more than 30 kilometers!
Therefore, these artillery can attack Withollands. In this assault of the Eilanhill Empire, the purpose of the battle has been achieved! They obtained the bridgehead to attack Withollands, and at the same time, they also opened up the formal attack power.
Prologue to Terhorans.
"Did you see those gun barrels? When I saw them for the first time, what I was thinking was probably similar to what you were thinking." The smoking heavy armored grenadier pointed at the gun barrels that were gradually rising above his head and said.
"What I'm thinking is, how can any army resist such a force? When this fortress fired all its guns, I felt my own insignificance and understood a little bit of your despair." He didn't mind lying on the ground at all.
The demon did not take his eyes back from those gun barrels and continued to talk to himself bit by bit.
Maybe he had been fighting for too long as a soldier, and he also needed someone to talk to. This human soldier regarded the dying demon in front of him as a good person to talk to: "That is not an iron will that flesh and blood can resist!
Do you think the source of magic is invincible? I think the Ailanshir Empire is truly invincible!"
"Look...it seems that our efforts...to stop you here are all in vain..." the demon said breathlessly, trying hard to get out of the turned up soil.
He tried to pull out his seriously injured body, but failed in the end.
Black blood mixed into the soil, dyeing it black. The demon stopped struggling and continued to look up at the continuously rising barrels in a daze.
He seemed to be waiting for those artillery pieces to roar, emitting dazzling light and rolling air waves. Because in his short life of more than 20 years, he had never seen so many artillery pieces gathered together to fire.
At this moment, he was about to lose consciousness, and all he could think about was how spectacular it would be to have thousands of cannons fired in unison.
"Boom!" A 203mm caliber artillery spit out tongues of flame, followed closely by the roar of a 283mm caliber heavy artillery. More artillery fired shells, and the sounds of various shellings were mixed together.
When the 406 mm caliber artillery also sprayed out rolling air waves and flames, the Ailan Hill heavy armored grenadiers who were sitting there enjoying the sound of various artillery guns saw the chest of the demon soldier under their feet collapse, and then
