Two Hundred and Ninety-One Cities

Bakarov has been in Ferry City all the time. In fact, he is now more like an ordinary Alan Hill official than a magician and a irascible consul.

He once made a bet and lost to Ireland Hill. As a result, the poor magician was exiled in Ferry City and became a magistrate of Alan Hill.

However, because he has been in the top position for a long time, and he really has two brushes, Bakarov fulfills the old saying that gold will shine everywhere.

Because of his outstanding political achievements—actually the main reason is that Ailan Hill is expanding too fast, and there is a shortage of people in all walks of life, so he became the official mayor of Ferry City a year later, and was in charge of a A small patrol fleet.

These days have been painful for Bakarov, because his magical realm can no longer be advanced, and even the magic in his body has been consumed by the forbidden magic realm.

He, who was not obviously aging, has now become a real middle-aged man. Because of his busyness, he is even a little older than his peers.

But interestingly, he fell in love with Alan Hill. This old man, who used to be a little grumpy, fell in love with the feeling of building a city. Because the construction speed of Ailan Hill can really be said to be as fast as the naked eye can see.

The kind of magical city that may not have changed for hundreds of years made Bakarov feel boring, so he squatted in Ferry City with peace of mind, and even when he was transferred back to Veronsa, he refused.

Now, he is single-mindedly serving as his mayor in Ferry City, and his hard work is well received by the locals. After Laurens took the main fleet south, he was in command of all northern warships except the First Fleet of Ireland Hill.

"The only 4 submarines have now been confirmed to have been destroyed, and the wreckage of the three has been found in Ferry City. The other one lost contact when the magic eye broke out in the endless sea." The municipal officer with the rank of admiral said and explained: "We don't know yet, whether the enemy will launch a follow-up attack."

"The 5th Army of the Army is gathering in the direction of the ferry, and the 16th Army is deploying in the Arrant area. A part of the 13th Army will strengthen the defense of the Osa generation." In the distance, in front of the huge map hanging on the wall, An Army general is explaining the Army's response.

"On the one hand, it can prevent possible enemy troops from landing, and on the other hand, it can help local civilians rebuild their homes." He pointed to various areas on the map with a long pointer.

"Nuclear power plants and other facilities cannot work for the time being, because of the disaster situation,

Also beware of enemy attacks..." The technicians on the side emphasized technical issues, but not many people paid attention to him.

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In the energy column of the eye of magic, a huge battleship showed a pointed bow, and on the ferocious sculpture full of fangs, a pair of blood-red eyes revealed a heart-pounding light.

Then, the huge battleship opened its magical eyes little by little, the bow split the waves, and in the thunder and lightning, its true appearance was revealed.

There are countless magical inscriptions on the terrifying hull like a city wall, and the deck is full of hideous humanoid creatures with black skin and blood-red eyes, no different from the sculptures on the bow of the battleship.

Judging from the length and tonnage, this battleship, which is bigger than a dreadnought battleship, is full of demons. It has no sails or chimneys. The tower-like watchtower is full of bats with wings.

The dull sound seemed to hit something, and a demon on the deck suddenly raised his arm and roared loudly.

In his roar, another battleship appeared on the edge of the Eye of Magic, and it tore apart the thick magical mist of the Eye of Magic, revealing an almost identical terrifying bow.

Countless demon bats hovered above these battleships, and the countless demons standing on these battleships were also roaring wildly. They roared loudly, as if they were calling for something.

The waves several meters high hit the broadsides of those battleships made of black steel, making a loud bang bang. The third battleship opened the magic eye, then the fourth and the fifth.

Dozens of warships appeared in turn around the Magic Eye, and then more and more warships, looking like an endless fleet.

These battleships are densely arranged together, and it seems endless at first glance. They almost filled the sea, and the sound of countless demons roaring even drowned out the sound of the waves.

Amid the regular and rhythmic roars of countless demons, a palm stretched out from the huge energy column of magical energy, as if it was tearing apart the space. Then, a tall figure appeared near the energy column, and the body that was nearly three meters high was slightly petite against the huge fleshy wings behind him.

As soon as this demon with huge wings appeared, all the demons on the battleship began to roar even more frantically: "Salooks! Sarooks!"

"Finally! I can finally breathe in this world! This feels... so good!" As if enjoying the air of this world, Prince Saruks fluttered his wings and soared in the air, sighing happily.

Under his feet, countless battleships are still appearing non-stop. These battleships are filled with a strong magical atmosphere, covering the end of the sea level from the side of the magic eye.

"Destroy everything here! Rule the world for the source of magic! Attack! Long live the source of magic!"

"Long live the source of magic!" All the demons raised their arms and let out a hoarse cheer. The battleship that reappeared was larger, and the demon standing on it was wearing heavy armor, and its body was more than two meters high.

Prince Saroox retracted his wings and landed on the bow of a super battleship almost twice the size of a dreadnought, just above the head of the head carved on the bow.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, illuminating his pale and handsome face. He looks like a gentleman in a decent dress.

Behind the gentleman, dozens of shadows twisted their bodies, waiting for his orders. Behind these shadows, countless tall demons stood respectfully, and their armors shone in the lightning.

"Attack! Attack! Attack!" Countless demon soldiers shouted, frantically like a group of brainwashed MLM lunatics.

"People in this world may not know that we, who were born for war...how terrible...the source of magic...hahahaha!" Standing on the bow of the ship, Prince Salux laughed wildly amid the thunder and lightning. .

Just in the midst of his wild laughter, a huge black shadow emerged little by little in the sky-reaching giant pillar formed by the huge magical aura behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a boulder rushed out of the magical fog, and on the huge boulder, even twisted and dry black trees could be seen. In the next second, a huge city wall emerged from the magic fog, with thick steel spikes on the wall, and some strange skeletons stuck in it.

After the towering city walls as tall as mountains revealed their faces, there were taller buildings, and more complex magical inscriptions could be seen on those evil, strange-looking buildings.

On a red magic circle as huge as the city, the city with its foundations quietly floated out of the magic eye. It shrouded the sky above the battleships below, making everyone's heads darker all of a sudden.

What is even more terrifying is that countless low-level demons shake their wings and soar around this huge city. More small castles fly around the huge city like satellites.

The magic that can make a city hang in the air appeared in this world for the first time, and the powerful power of the source of magic was truly displayed in front of the world for the first time.

A few minutes later, Vatican, the city of demons, finally showed his full body under the shroud of the magic eye. Towering buildings, exaggerated magic circles, and countless high-level demon troops constantly pouring out of the eye of magic made this thunderstorm area crowded in an instant.

In the distant Greken, the already active Magic Eye also spewed more magical energy. Then, another huge city appeared above the Magic Eye, and countless high-level demons poured out the magic breath. mist.

In the midst of anxiety and anxiety, Lonzadelai felt that a lot of magical energy was consumed in his body and was being filled at a faster rate. The magical energy around him seemed to be more intense, more than a little bit more intense.

"It's not good news... It's definitely not good news." Seeing that the pillar made up of the sky-piercing magical mist in the distance became thicker and larger, Lonzadelai's hand gripping the crutch became stronger.

"Come on! Contact Alan Hill immediately! Tell Chris! Greken's Magic Eye is stronger!" He walked towards the window and ordered loudly: "General Sapphilar... let the troops prepare Attack! Don't worry about it anymore, cover the attack of the 9th Army of Ailan Hill!"

"As ordered! Your Excellency the Great Magister..." Sapphilar bowed his head slightly, then hugged his helmet and flicked the cloak behind him, and walked out of Longsadelai's room.

At the same time, outside the ward of the unconscious Alan Hill Emperor Chris, a doctor said frowningly to Des and Vagron, shaking his head: "It is certain that your majesty's coma and about magic..."

As he said that, he looked at Karl, the commander of the magic force guarding outside the gate of Chris: "This general can confirm that the current Alan Hill... has been covered by a strong magical atmosphere!"

"The Forbidden Realm has disappeared... This is not good news, definitely not good news!" Vagron sullenly expressed the same emotion.