"His Majesty the Emperor's speech is not over yet..." General Durando reminded him, sitting upright in the back seat of the car.
The driver hurriedly turned on the radio. After a noisy current interference sound, Chris's voice came clearly through the radio: "Defeat the devil! For world peace, for the safety of the empire...Long live Eiland Hill...!"
"His Majesty the Emperor! Long live!" Everyone in this luxury car belonging to the headquarters of the 4th Army Group responded to the voice on the radio with their chins raised.
"Long live my emperor!" On the dock, all the soldiers stood at attention and saluted, facing the direction of the motherland, responding to the voice of their emperor.
"Long live Ailanthil!" Throughout the Demon World, wherever there are Ailanthil soldiers, such shouts can be heard. The shouts resounded throughout the sky, each one louder than the last.
"Long live Ailanthir!" The heavy armored grenadier holding a 10mm assault rifle pulled the trigger. The bullets he fired knocked down the demon soldiers in front of him. These demon soldiers managed to escape from the sky.
bombing, before they had time to regroup, they were surrounded by humans.
They traveled thousands of miles to rush to this location, only to find that the human defense line was not in chaos. Instead, those divine servants who had penetrated the human defense line had no idea where they had gone.
Now, what greeted them was the brutal killing of various human soldiers. These demonic rapid assault troops with no heavy weapons cover and only light weapons were no match for the well-prepared human soldiers.
"Long live the Ilanthil Empire!" A human sergeant pressed a red button in front of a complex panel. From a distant launch position, a surface-to-surface long-range tactical missile roared into the sky and disappeared into the sky.
After being attacked by the white-robed god attendants on several positions, the missile troops of Ailanhir stabilized their position under the cover of many ordinary infantry.
The threat of attack by the white-robed god servants has been suppressed, and now humans' long-range firepower is gradually beginning to recover.
"Long live the Eilandsil Empire!" An Eilandsyr grenadier held his assault rifle and stepped towards the white-robed man holding a long sword over there.
The white robe of the man in white robe was full of stains, and the corners were tattered. He was holding a long sword in his hand, facing countless human soldiers, and retreated step by step.
He has killed hundreds of human soldiers, but there are more and more human soldiers in front of him. Each of these human soldiers can pose a threat to him, and he has to consume a lot of magic to protect his body.
After all, he has been homogenized by magic and has an almost immortal life, but his body is also fragile and dangerous. If he is swallowed by unstable magic energy, he will explode and nothing will be left.
God's servants are God's servants and God's slaves. They were once the most powerful magicians of demons and humans. They followed the guidance of the origin of magic and became the most powerful legion in the world.
They are invincible and invincible. They are the most powerful soldiers under the command of the origin of magic. But now, this divine servant found that he was surrounded by a group of weak ants who did not even know magic!
The nearly unlimited magic energy was about to be exhausted. Those annoying steel bullets were too fast, and he had to call magic again and again to defend his body. But there were too many bullets, and he could not block all the attacks.
"Serve... the gods!" He roared indistinctly, then stopped retreating, waving his long sword and stepped forward.
"Thud, tug, tug!" The answer to his shout was the more secretive sound of gunfire. Countless bullets hit the magic defense barrier in front of the man in white robe, and the sparks flying looked as shocking as steel sparks.
A few seconds later, the white-robed godly waiter rushed into the crowd of Airan Hill soldiers. He brandished his sword and slashed wantonly among the crowd.
The red blood was brought up by his long sword, and an Ailan Hill soldier fell to the ground clutching his wound. However, the man in white robe was also hit by several bullets behind him. Under the tattered white robe,
Peng Bai's energy surged out of control.
"Keep firing!" the leading officer, Airan Hill, shouted desperately. He rushed in front of the man in white robes with his assault rifle.
"Boom!" Another row of bullets hit the white-robed man's chest. This time, his chest was no longer protected by a magic defense barrier.
"Boom!" A huge explosion rang out among the crowd. A dozen Airan Hill soldiers were affected by the explosion and fell to the ground covered in blood.
Small snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and the remaining Elanshir soldiers gathered around. They rescued their comrades, then used their bayonets to pick up a wisp of white cloth left on the ground, and cheered loudly.
"Long live Ailanthil!" They shouted unscrupulously, and the shouts shook the earth! They defeated magic and defeated the gods with their mortal bodies!
Not far behind them, a surface-to-surface tactical missile roared into the sky and rushed towards the distant horizon. A few seconds later, the second missile took off with a deafening sound, as if Alan Hill
The empire roars.
There is a forest further away. In the forest, several large-caliber self-propelled howitzers are adjusting their shooting angles, and a temporary tent belonging to the battalion headquarters is also being set up.
On the other side of the camp, hundreds of trucks carrying various ammunition were crowded on the road. On both sides of the roadbed were soldiers as far as the eye could see.
The Elanshir grenadiers carried their own weapons and walked on the slightly muddy road with various weapons.
The muzzles of countless guns swayed slightly from side to side with the footsteps of the soldiers carrying them forward. There were muzzles of assault rifles, light machine guns, and thick rocket launchers.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" When these soldiers heard that the Emperor had finished his speech, they also let out an overwhelming shout.
They walked all the way from Seris, through Arant, through Dothan, through Higgs, through Velonsa, through the Holy Demon Empire...
Now, they have gone to another world and come in front of the origin of magic. They want to overthrow a god, and they want to conquer a brand new world!
What could be more inspiring than this? So they shouted from the bottom of their hearts. Only shouting can express the infinite love in their hearts for their Emperor.
As they shouted, another mushroom cloud rose at the end of the horizon, and the fifth nuclear bomb hit the heads of the assembled demon army...