"Killed?" A soldier on a 128mm anti-aircraft gun asked excitedly and loudly, staring at the sparks exploding in the sky.
"It's still early!" The experienced gunner snorted coldly and reminded loudly: "Keep loading!"
After all, this old gunner has seen how difficult the God Puppet was back then. He knows that the attacks in front of him may not be able to destroy the God Puppet, let alone the powerful magic source.
Sure enough, in the series of explosions in the distant sky, a figure broke out with thick smoke, and accelerated again not far away in an awkward manner.
The tracer bullets fired by the small-caliber anti-aircraft guns chasing the figure drew a golden arc in the sky, becoming increasingly sparse and curved along the direction in which the figure accelerated.
However, just like a broom sweeping across the sky, the magic source of the debris was also forced back a long distance by this sweep.
The source of magic at this moment was weak, because he had just been penetrated by a damn electromagnetic gun shell.
This time it was not just a passing blow, but a real hit. It was obvious that this blow had a huge impact on the origin of magic, and he had reached the point where he could no longer use advanced magic.
Several low-level magic defense barriers were condensed on his side, and the source of magic flew sideways in the sky at high speed, avoiding most of the anti-aircraft artillery shells that were aimed at him.
While dodging those deadly ammunition, the source of magic used magic to condense his almost broken body.
He no longer had the energy to speak, because just controlling magic to repair his body had already forced him to use up most of his energy.
It is obviously not easy to fight against a city with the strength of one person. The source of magic has been invincible before, and it is not possible to rely on him to conquer the city alone.
At that time, he had countless demon troops, as well as troops of divine servants who could conquer various places for him.
But now, he is alone. His troops are on the ground, already overwhelmed by the opponent's army.
He himself is now in a very embarrassed state. He is so embarrassed that he is being beaten passively at this moment, and has even lost the ability to fight back.
The source of magic, which could only be driven away by the opponent's anti-aircraft gunfire, once again changed its flight direction to avoid the ammunition that was fired with predetermined trajectories.
Some of those ammunition directly missed the source of magic, and some directly hit his magic defense barrier, shattering these thin defensive magics.
The two shining magic arrays shattered, and the source of magic behind them had no choice but to move away from them, avoiding the small-caliber anti-aircraft ammunition that kept firing.
What he didn't know was that the moment he opened the distance, the already anxious loaders rushed over and eagerly loaded new ammunition to those big users.
These anti-aircraft guns are no joke. They can dump thousands of rounds of ammunition in one minute. If you do any calculation, the purchase price of the shells fired is enough to buy a luxury car!
If the source of magic refuses to retreat and repeatedly breaks through at one point, it is really possible for him to break through Bulkland's defenses and make trouble in the fortress city.
It's a pity that few people in this world have such courage and courage, and can still have the courage to choose such desperate tactics as fixed-point breakthroughs when facing so much anti-aircraft firepower.
The magic source that had already fallen short was not willing to fight. While he quickly retreated, he was also buying himself more time to recover.
He can absorb nearby magical energy, including the magical energy he has just dispersed - as long as he takes some time, he can condense these energies and use them for his own use.
After all, he is a powerful source of magic. After all, he is a being close to God. After a short recovery, he restored his damaged body to human form, and the terrifying hole in his chest was almost invisible.
So, he rushed towards Bulkland again, and this time he could only use both hands together to use an energy shock magic.
Obviously, his strength has still been severely weakened, but he is just insisting on continuing to fight, covering up his own weakness with his strong strength.
In the sky, a splendid magical energy rushed towards Bulklan again. This time, the restored magic defense barrier of Bulkland Fortress lit up again, colliding with the huge energy impact.
The magic defense barrier carefully calculated by the computer condensed hundreds of thick magic arrays in one breath on the path of the incoming energy impact.
There was another huge explosion between heaven and earth, and one magical defense barrier after another shattered and disappeared in the explosion. Until the last barrier was completely shattered, the incoming energy impact also dissipated in the air.
Very reluctantly, the magic defense of Bulkland Fortress withstood the attack from the source of magic.
This battle seems to be far from over, because although the Magic Origin is in a mess, it is still fighting; although the Bulklan Fortress has suffered heavy losses, it has not yet been destroyed.
"Ha...ha..." As if he had been depressed for a long time, the source of magic finally let out a sigh of relief and made a long-lost sound. He had been unable to make a sound before, and he had been in a state of being unable to vent.
Finally, he regained his voice function and was barely able to relieve the pain in his heart. He panted slightly, while flying irregularly, while looking at the Burkland Fortress in the distance with the corner of his eye.
He knew that if he didn't hurry up and destroy this fortress, he would have no chance to destroy this fortress!
Because, he has felt that some powerful forces are quickly approaching the direction of the battlefield.
Although he didn't want to admit it, these strong men who he usually didn't pay much attention to were now very troublesome for the already very weak magic source.
What's more, behind those damn guys, there is the support of extremely fast artillery shells, and the cover of Bulkland Fortress!
Narrowing his eyes, the source of magic waved his hands again. He wanted to give Bulklan Fortress a hard blow so that the fortress could not cause him any trouble in the subsequent battle!
The next second, he put his hands together, and a huge magic circle appeared in front of him again.
Without the slightest pause, he aimed the magic circle at Bulkelan and sang in a hoarse and depressing voice: "Energy... impact!"
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