One Thousand One Hundred and Forty-Seven The Source of Magic

"Killed!" A soldier on a 128mm caliber anti-aircraft gun stared at the sparks of the explosion in the sky, and asked loudly excitedly.

"It's still early!" The experienced old gunner snorted coldly, and reminded loudly: "Keep loading!"

After all, this old gunner has seen how difficult the god puppet was in those days. He knows that the attack in front of him may not be able to destroy the god puppet, let alone the powerful source of magic.

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 embarrassment.

The tracer bullets fired by the small-caliber anti-aircraft guns chasing the figure drew a golden arc in the sky, and along the direction of the figure's acceleration, it became more and more sparse and curved.

However, it was as if a broom had swept across the sky, and the source of magic, which was the debris, was also pushed back by the sweep for a long distance.

At this moment, the source of magic is weak, because he was pierced through the body by a damn electromagnetic cannon shell just now.

This time, it wasn't the kind of passing by, but was actually hit. It is conceivable that this blow had a great 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 across the sky rapidly, avoiding most of the anti-aircraft artillery ammunition that swept towards him.

While avoiding those deadly ammunition, the source of magic used magic to condense his almost broken body.

He didn't even have the strength 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 one person's strength. Before the origin of magic, he was invincible before, and he did not rely on him to conquer the city alone.

At that time, he had countless demon troops, as well as God Servant troops who could fight for him.

But now, he has only himself. His troops were on the ground, already overwhelmed by the opponent's army.

He himself is also very embarrassed now, so embarrassed that he was passively beaten at this moment, and even lost the ability to fight back.

The source of magic, who could only be driven away by the opponent's anti-aircraft gun fire, changed his flight direction again, avoiding the ammunition that had pre-judged the ballistic trajectory.

Some of those ammunition directly passed the source of magic, and some directly hit his magic defense barrier, shattering these thin defensive magic.

The two shiny magic circles shattered, and the source of magic behind them had no choice but to distance themselves away from the small-caliber anti-aircraft gun ammunition that kept firing.

What he didn't know was that the moment he opened the distance, the already anxious loaders rushed forward and couldn't wait to load new ammunition to those big users.

These anti-aircraft guns are no joke, as many as thousands of rounds of ammunition can be poured in a minute. If you do any calculations, the purchase price of the fired shells is enough to buy a luxury car!

If the source of magic does not retreat, repeatedly break through at one point. It is really possible for him to break through Burkeland's defenses and make waves in the city of the fortress.

It's a pity that few people in this world have the courage and courage to choose such a desperate tactic of fixed-point breakthrough when facing so much anti-aircraft firepower.

The source of magic, which has already fallen short of success, is not willing to fight. While retreating quickly, he is also buying himself more time to recover.

He was able to absorb nearby magical energies, including the ones he had just dissipated. As long as he took some time, he could condense these energies and use them for his own use.

After all, he is the source of powerful magic, after all, he is an existence close to God. After a brief recovery, he restored his damaged body to a human form, and the terrifying hole in his chest was almost invisible.

Ever since, he rushed towards Burkeland again, this time he could only use both hands together to use an energy impact magic.

Obviously, his strength has still been seriously weakened, but now he is holding on and continuing to fight, using his strong strength to cover up his own weakness.

In the sky, a brilliant magical energy rushed towards Burkeland again. This time, the restored magic defense barrier of Burkeland Fortress lit up again, colliding with the huge energy impact.

The magic defense barrier calculated by the computer has condensed hundreds of thick magic circles in one breath on the path of the incoming energy impact.

There was another huge explosion between heaven and earth, and one after another magical defense barriers shattered and disappeared in the explosion. Until the last barrier was completely shattered, the incoming energy shock also dissipated in the air.

Very reluctantly, the magic defense of Bulkland Fortress withstood the attack of the magic source.

It seems that this battle is far from over, because although the source of magic is still in a state of distress, it is still fighting; although Burkeland Fortress has suffered heavy losses, it has not yet been destroyed.

"Ha... huh..." As if depressed for a long time, the source of magic finally let out a long-lost voice. Before, he couldn't even make a sound, and he was always in a state where he couldn't vent.

Finally, he recovered his voice function, and he was barely able to relieve the pain in his heart. He was panting slightly, and while flying irregularly, he looked at the Burkeland Fortress in the distance from the corner of his eye.

He knew that if he didn't seize the time to destroy this fortress, he would have no chance to destroy this fortress!

Because, he already felt that some powerful forces were rapidly approaching the direction of the battlefield.

Although he didn't want to admit it, these strong men who he didn't pay much attention to on weekdays were now very troublesome existences for the already weakened source of magic.

What's more, behind those damned guys, there is that kind of extremely fast artillery support, as well as the cover of Burkeland Fortress!

Narrowing his eyes, the source of magic waved his hands again, and he wanted to hit Burkeland Fortress again, so that this fortress would not be able to cause him any trouble in the subsequent battles!

In the next second, he gathered his hands together, and a huge magic circle appeared in front of him again.

Without the slightest pause, he aimed the magic circle at Bulkeland, and chorused in a hoarse and depressing voice: "Energy...shock!"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, Happy National Day!