Along with the cry of the source of magic, the expanding magic energy between his hands spurted out from the magic circle again, forming a brilliant beam of light and crashing into Bulkland.
This time, Bulkland had no choice but to intercept and defend. So, the Commander of the Airanhill Empire, who was at the head of Centipede, grabbed the handrail beside him and loudly reminded everyone around him: "
Welcome the impact!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the beam of light hit a section of the main part of the city of Bulkland Fortress, instantly penetrating the thick defensive armor.
Almost instantly, the central area of Bulklan Fortress exploded. At this moment, the origin of magic was favored by the goddess of luck.
Yes, favor! This can only be used to explain the luck of the origin of magic at this moment.
Because the place he aimed at happened to be a relatively important part of the city in the Bulkland Fortress - on this part of the city, an 800 mm caliber super cannon was installed!
That is the Gustav Cannon made in Ironforge! It is also the largest artillery weapon ever built by mankind!
This terrible energy impact hit the giant cannon, penetrated the armored defense next to the giant cannon, and hit dozens of 800 mm caliber giant cannon shells stored in the core area of the main part of the city.
What’s even more frightening is that the propellant charges for these giant cannon shells are stored just a few armored protective isolation belts away from these shells.
The power of these explosives is really comparable to that of nuclear bombs. At this moment, these ammunition exploded, and the entire Bulkland Fortress was cut off in half by this terrible explosion!
Why are these ammunition stacked together? Because these explosives and artillery shells must be automatically loaded in an automatic loading machine. After all, the 800 mm caliber cannon cannot be loaded manually.
Therefore, in order to complete automatic loading, the ammunition and propellant cannot be too far away from the artillery and can only be placed together.
So, in an instant, these ammunition and propellants lifted the 800mm cannon weighing more than 1,000 tons into the sky, which looked spectacular.
A mushroom cloud soared into the sky. Where the mushroom cloud rose, the main body of the city of Bulklan Fortress was broken. The cracks on the streets in the city were getting bigger and bigger, and some buildings had collapsed due to the deformation of the ground.
Because the entire fortress is in motion, the main body of Centipede City in the back begins to slow down, while the Centipede City in front continues to move forward.
Just like a train that was broken and separated in the middle, Bourkeland was also broken into two parts in the middle. At that moment, thousands of soldiers may have died.
This city that survived the war between the Puppet Empire and the Ilanthil Empire was directly destroyed here. Some centipede legs were broken and damaged due to the impact. In the end, the front and back of the entire city were paralyzed. Many anti-aircraft guns near the explosion point were damaged.
Destroyed by the explosion, it lost the ability to continue fighting.
"Ha...ha..." The source of magic was breathing heavily, and there was obviously more joy and schadenfreude in his voice.
He overlooked the Broken Fortress that was broken and immobilized not far away, and was ready to give the city two more blows to make this behemoth retreat completely.
It's just that he is in a very embarrassed state now, almost exhausted. At this time, he needs to take a rest before he can use magic energy-consuming tricks like energy shock again.
Just as he was looking at the paralyzed Bulklan Fortress on the ground and planning where to launch an attack, two anti-aircraft missiles rushed into the air where he was, one after another.
Before the magic source could rejoice for a second that he had successfully paralyzed Bulkland, the place where he was was enveloped by an explosion. The anti-aircraft missile exploded at close range, and the steel balls inside instantly penetrated the magic condensed by the magic source.
defensive barrier.
Those hot steel balls, heated to a red state by the explosion and air friction, penetrated the defense of the magic source and also penetrated his body.
This is the most real battlefield. Any attack and defense are fatal exchanges. A successful attack does not mean the end of the battle, because the enemy's attacks are also coming one after another. Whoever survives to the end is just an accident.
The source of magic once again came out of the explosion. The magic energy he had accumulated for thousands of years, which was so powerful that he could become a god, was rapidly passing away under such terrifying attacks.
For the origin of magic, this is equivalent to his life being stripped off layer by layer. As these lives are continuously consumed, his condition becomes weaker and weaker.
A person's power is still limited after all. No matter how close he is to a god, the origin of magic is not a true god.
He had no way to formulate laws, and the power he used was only on one level. So when he faced countless soldiers and countless weapons from the Elanthir Empire, he gradually began to lose ground.
At this time, he finally couldn't breathe anymore. Two anti-aircraft missiles made him passive again. He was constantly driven away by the firepower of anti-aircraft guns, like a lost dog.
Just as he was dashing left and right to avoid the incoming missiles and artillery shells, the deadly shells from the electromagnetic gun struck again, startling the source of magic.
He instinctively began to fear those fast projectiles that could cause horrific damage to him, so he focused all his attention on avoiding these super-fast projectiles.
Inevitably, more small-caliber artillery shells and anti-control missiles will hit the source of magic, making the already riddled source of magic even more miserable.
Even at this time, he could no longer spare the energy to look at the paralyzed Bulkland.
Because, he can feel that those powerful opponents that make him feel troublesome are very close to this battlefield.
Retreat? It's not that the origin of magic has never thought about it, but he didn't dare to think about what the meaning of his existence would be if he lost everything in front of him.
The goal he has worked hard for for more than 10,000 years and accumulated the results for more than 10,000 years will perish with his defeat!
This is something he will not allow to happen! He must persevere and fight! Defeat these peerless strong men here and reverse the defeat!
Here one rides against a thousand, here turns defeat into victory, here again leads to victory! The head of the origin of magic is filled with such shouts.
But his body was twisted and shattered under the attacks of artillery shells and anti-aircraft missiles, and it was almost impossible to even condense into a human form.