"Long live the origin of magic...!" Raising his long sword high, a demon officer looked at the beach appearing on the sea and shouted with tears of joy: "Let those damn aliens see how powerful we are!"
After going through untold hardships and being attacked by various terrible explosions, they finally saw where the enemy was! They could finally compete with the hateful enemy in a familiar way.
Along the way, they were shocked and overwhelmed just by looking at the devastating explosion above their heads, blocked by the space barrier. Now they needed to vent, vent the fear they had suppressed in their hearts along the way.
Although demons do not admit that there is fear in their hearts, they are still afraid, afraid of the kind of destruction that may even burn their souls!
Just as Arisia thought, they felt that only demons deserved to have that kind of power that could destroy the world. They hated the enemies who had mastered these powers, and they hated them from the bottom of their hearts.
If possible, they also want to master this terrifying ability, the ability that can easily change the mode of war!
"Hoo!" As he shouted, an oncoming cannonball grazed his scalp and flew past. It was a cannonball from the Eilanhill coastal defense artillery. It sank with great force and very fast speed.
Before he could even shrink his neck, the cannonball had already passed over where he was standing and hit the towering mast behind him.
The mast broke in response, and then a terrifying explosion erupted at the stern of the ship. The ignited magic cannon instantly turned into a crater, and flew into the sky with a loud bang.
Before the demon officer could react, a violent explosion occurred at the stern of the ship behind him, and even a section of the deck flew near other warships.
When the poor demon officer managed to stand still and turned around to see what had happened to the battleship he was on, he only saw a sea of fire, swallowing up the lives of countless demons.
The cannonballs that were swept towards Ailanshir were so dense and terrifying. Many demon warships exploded at this moment, and the entire fleet was filled with thick smoke.
This is not a war, this is a one-sided massacre in itself. Alan Hill's tactical nuclear weapons have begun to block the devil's reinforcements, and the devils on the subsequent battleships are almost all feeding fish in the sea at this moment.
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What's even more frightening is that due to the communication disorder caused by nuclear weapons, the demon's magical communication equipment has also become unusable. They are unable to contact Sestos, and they don't know whether other demon fleets still exist.
The huge gap in information communication between ancient wars and modern wars can be seen at a glance at this moment. Every demon army is carrying huge psychological pressure, and their attacks have become timid.
After all, when a commander does not know whether other commanders have completed their missions or whether other friendly forces will appear on the battlefield as planned, his determination to fight will be shaken countless times.
In fact, the demon army is already very tenacious. If it were replaced by other ordinary troops, it would probably have begun a large-scale rout by this time.
"Land in! Land quickly! This is the opportunity His Majesty has won for us! For the origin of magic! Attack! Attack at all costs! Victory is already in sight!" With a sense of despair and anger, the demon commanders on other battleships
They continued to shout slogans to encourage their subordinates.
At the same moment, the battleship where the demon commander who had just been hit exploded into a ball of flames across the sea, and the entire battleship began to break and sink.
However, although the demon battleships were sunk one after another, more demon battleships began to approach the coastline. They put down countless demon troops and began to bombard the coastline of Elanthir with magic cannons.
At this moment in the battle, the two sides finally began to attack each other in the true sense. The devil's magic artillery shells finally landed on the position where the Ailan Hill Panzer Grenadier was stationed.
"Boom!" A magic artillery shell exploded into pieces of a pile of sandbags, raising up countless gravel and falling on the helmet of the Airan Hill Panzer Grenadier.
Captain Burlison banged his helmet twice, then spit the sand in his mouth into the soil under his feet, and looked coldly at the Demon Battleship in the distance through the gaps in the trench.
There was no expression on his face, neither fear nor excitement. After all, he was a veteran who had fought in several battles. He had long been accustomed to seeing life and death, as well as blood and violence.
From the moment he came here, he knew that he was here to fight, and he was going to kill like crazy here until he won or was killed.
This is the glory of the Elanshir Grenadier. There is no word failure in their dictionary. In their world, after the battle begins, there are only two options: victory and death.
"Get ready to fight!" He turned his head, looked behind him, and shouted loudly to his soldiers.
Following his rich shouts, the soldiers squatting in the trenches began to stand up amid the sound of slight mechanical rotation.
The new heavy armored infantry, who are slightly taller than normal people and wearing exoskeleton combat armor, picked up their weapons and prepared for battle in the trenches.
On the other side, under the cover of the magic defense barrier, the demon army finally stepped on the knee-deep seawater and rushed onto the soft beach.
They lined up calmly under the artillery fire, and then took neat steps, getting closer to the defensive position of Eiland Hill.
"This group of demons is quite organized... No matter how you look at it, it is stronger than the demon troops we encountered before..." On the position, an Ailan Hill Grenadier looked at the Ailan Hill grenadier who gave these brave demons
A very pertinent evaluation: "The demon troops in the demon world seem to be the main force..."
However, some people disagreed with his words. Another soldier standing next to him sneered and retorted: "Stop making trouble, they are seeking death..."
"Sir! They have entered the combat range of our army! Do you want to show them how powerful we are?" A soldier wearing a thick armored exoskeleton walked up to Burlison, with a cruel smile on his face, and asked
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"Wait a minute! This is not much fun." Burrison sneered and looked at the phalanx full of demons on the opposite side: "What I like most is to give these demons a little hope, and then go
