"Buzz..." On the side of the Storm Islands, in a calm sea area, with a strange loud noise, a space in the air distorted without warning.
Within a second, this twisted space expanded rapidly, and even part of it crashed into the sea water, directly smashing and cutting the sea surface.
Immediately afterwards, the boiling seawater rolled up huge waves and spread in all directions, just like a calm lake stirred up by a stone.
"Boom!" A huge explosion broke through the twisted void, as if it spanned a thousand years, and seemed to exceed the distance of millions of light years. An air current from another world began to stabilize from the light.
It was poured into the demon world.
Then, the bow of a cold, sharp battleship cut through the restless sea surface, and then a flagpole with a black golden eagle flag broke in.
Inside the bridge, General Bakalov stared at the unknown sea with his hands behind his back and his chin raised. He complained to the adjutant behind him without looking back: "If His Majesty had told me earlier, he could lead me to counterattack the demon world."
, I surrendered long ago."
The adjutant behind him curled his lips, as if he didn't believe it. He didn't answer this sentence and told you earlier. You have to believe it.
Bakalov didn't seem to look back, and he could guess the expression of his adjutant, and continued to talk to himself: "You should know what it was like when I was the consul of the Holy Demon Empire Veronsa in the early years.
temper."
The reputation of "Frustrated Bakarov" is not unfounded. When he suppressed the Arant Empire and the Dothan Empire in his early years, he was also a general known for his ruthlessness.
Who would have thought that with the passage of time, in less than a hundred years, he would be assigned to be the consul of Dukou City, where he served for more than two years?
Later, when the navy was expanded, he was assigned to be a naval commander farther east. He has been under the command of Royce and worked hard to reach the hot position of deputy commander-in-chief of the navy.
What he said was not a lie. As a magician who knew the truth about the world, Bakarov was naturally hostile to the demons. His ancestors were also recruited to the Magic Eye to participate in the war against demons.
Now, as a descendant of those sacrificed magician ancestors, Bakalov has invaded the demon world. He can finally proudly say to his ancestors who died near the Magic Eye: "I am the navy of Elanthir."
Admiral! I have accomplished what countless magicians have dreamed of but never achieved!"
"Full left rudder!" He gave the order loudly, and the huge nuclear-powered battleship flexibly tilted to the right on the sea, making more room.
On the other side of this battleship, a larger battleship rode the wind and waves and rushed into the demon world. Accompanying these huge battleships entering the demon world were more destroyers and cruisers.
And above the heads of these naval warships, a huge figure blocked the sunlight above them.
The Sky No. 1 floating battleship flew quietly into the demon world, and the magic electromagnetic gun directly in front of it was pointing majestically into the distance.
"Report!" In the royal command car in Angershal, an officer stood at attention and saluted, and reported to General Medias, who had a band-aid on his forehead: "Telegram from Seris! The fleet has arrived."
"I really can't wait." Medias grinned, walked to the real-time map with his long sword, and looked at the dense friendly force identification signals that appeared near the edge of the map.
"If they had come earlier, we might not have had anything to do." Medias's adjutant, with his arms still hanging on his chest, said with some gloating: "But they arrived late, and there was only leftover leftovers.
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"You're right, they only have leftovers." The old general Mathias laughed: "The devil attacked my headquarters, I still have to avenge it with my own hands."
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"It cannot be done for nothing." Arisia, who had used all the troops in her hands, sat in her seat and listened to the reports of her subordinates.
She felt a powerful force tearing open the originally stable space again. This power could not be hidden from an expert of her level, and this force powerful enough to tear apart the void was obviously not her reinforcements.
Since they are not her allies, they must be enemies from the Magic Continent! The enemies in front of her have already made her helpless, and now there are some unknown factors. This battle is indeed as she said, almost "nothing can be done"
for.
The demon troops scattered on various islands basically did not receive any news feedback. In terms of information aggregation and processing, the gap between the demons and Ailan Hill was already even greater than the gap in their combat effectiveness.
Arisia here is fighting blindfolded, while the old general Medias of Elanthir is almost using a plug-in with the map fully illuminated.
Even though the nuclear bomb interfered with some communications, the strong-signal battlefield communication rockets roaring into the sky every few minutes ensured the battlefield communications of the Airan Hill troops with their unparalleled luxury.
On the front, the entire army of demonic troops attacked and collided with the magical army of dragons and elves. After taking over from the human troops, these impatient magic continental coalition forces fought a hearty battle.
A giant dragon is wreaking havoc on the battlefield, and countless great magicians, magisters, and magisters are floating in the sky. The demon generals facing them are completely at a disadvantage both in terms of quantity and quality.
"The feeling of failure...it's really uncomfortable." Arisia stood up from her seat and walked down the steps with an enchanting cat walk.
"Fire all the demon missiles in reserve... All those who can go to the front line must take up arms..." As she walked, she gave instructions: "Fight here until the end! Because of you, there is no chance of escape!"
"Yes! My subordinates will fight to the end!" All the demon generals knelt down on one knee, bowed their heads and responded deeply.
"The rest is just waiting, waiting for our battle flag to be planted on the enemy's head...or for the enemy's butcher knife to chop off your heads!" She walked out of the hall without looking back at these dying people.
One glance.
After the demon king walked out of the hall, the demon generals who were kneeling on the ground stood up. They looked at each other, and then dispersed, leading the troops they could find to make a final death struggle.
They didn't know yet that at least 300 kilometers away from them, a fleet hovering in the sky had already aimed at this place with countless electromagnetic guns.
