Four Hundred and Fifty-Five

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled to staying here and waiting to die! Take out the spare space magic equipment! Prepare to resist Alan Hill's next attack!" city, commanded in anger.

He knew that his master, the one who was once invincible, but now was running away, had left here, and abandoned the tens of thousands of demons here as if they were shovels...

But he had no choice, he could only obey the order and stick to his post until death and destruction came upon him.

With that strong unwillingness, he wants to change his life against the sky here - who doesn't have the ideal of the protagonist? Maybe today's battle in the floating city is the moment when he, the devil general, became famous!

As long as he shoots down his opponents, saves these demons, and turns the tide of the battle, he will be a hero among the demons. Maybe the source of magic will promote him to become the fourth prince, and maybe give him higher treatment!

He will likely become the overlord of this world, where he is omnipotent! This is what he wants, this is what he is after!

"General! The current magic energy solution is very unstable... If we continue to use space magic rashly... Maybe we will meet it first..." A senior officer of the demon under his command disregarded his manners and stepped forward to dissuade him.

This place is already collapsing, and the entire Vatican is on the verge of total destruction. Collapsing buildings everywhere, cracked earth everywhere, running demons everywhere, blood and rubble everywhere.

Compared to the demon-ravaged Bamyhir Empire, the current demon city of Vatican is more like hell—death and destruction are intertwined, leaving no hope for anyone to see.

At this time, continue to use large-scale magic, maybe before the magic is displayed, they will collapse due to the huge magic fluctuation.

"Then do you have any other better way? At this time, even if you have the idea of ​​pulling the other party to death, it is better than sitting still?" road.

"Continue the bombardment! Delay as long as possible! Open the magical defense barrier! Even if you hold on for one more second, you must persevere! We can't admit defeat here... At least, I can't admit defeat here!" He said as he walked towards door.

Outside the door, he raised his head, looked at the enemy's floating battleship in the distance, and said again: "Gather all the demons that can fly in the city... Prepare to attack the enemy as a last resort. Battleship Assault!"

This is the character of the devil, even if there is no way out, they still have the determination to fight and can fight to the last moment.

"啾!" Not far from his side, a huge magic-guided cannon with a magic array spewed thick energy bullets and flew towards the distant Alan Hill floating battleship.

And far away, on Airland Hill's floating battleship Sky One, Chris looked down at the target under his feet, without the slightest pity: "Continue to fire!"

Following his orders, all the artillery on the battleship fired their flames again. With a new round of salvos, countless shells landed in the almost collapsed Vatican City again.

The magic defense barrier, which is about the same as the fishing net, can't play a decent defensive role at all. More than half of the Alan Hill cannonballs can pass through smoothly, and only a few cannonballs explode near the barrier.

On the other side, Alan Hill's magic defense barrier, which had been charged with more than 50%, was once again brought to life, blocking the few magic-guided shells.

These shells hit the magical defense barrier that had recovered 50%, and were intercepted again. The magic defense barrier is better at blocking magic attacks, so this round of demon attacks did not cause any substantial damage to Sky One.

On both sides of the battlefield, human fighter forces also began to crush the demonic air force.

The battle line pushed forward little by little in the direction of Vatican. After many human missiles missed their target, they directly hit the broken city wall of Vatican.

"Successful interception! None of the magic-guided projectiles hit the battleship's armor!" the magician who had been operating the battleship's magic defense barrier shouted excitedly.

His shouts echoed throughout the operational command bridge, mixed with various reports from other departments.

The bridge was busy, and Chris knew that he could be said to be the winner! The enemy has not continued to use space magic until now, which means that the cost of this magic is quite huge, and it cannot be used anytime, anywhere.

As long as this kind of magic cannot be used continuously, then he will have a way to win the war. In a few minutes, even if the opponent has the ability to use space magic again, there is no chance to change the situation of the battle.

"The figures just calculated... 3 soldiers were killed in the sixth cabin, 2 were seriously injured, and 14 were lightly injured." The officer who counted the battle losses finally counted the damage of the breakdown of the sixth cabin just now. very detailed.

"In the rest of the places that were penetrated, the losses are still being counted... Your Majesty." He stood at attention and saluted, and handed the statistical file to Chris.

Chris nodded, then handed the document back to the other party, and ordered: "Be sure to ensure the safety of the wounded! You can't waste the lives of soldiers because the treatment is not timely!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" The damage control officer stood at attention and saluted again, turned and walked back to his command post.

On the other side, the commander of the air defense force also reported the latest air defense situation: "Report! Your Majesty! The anti-aircraft missile and close-range artillery units have shot down 4 enemy planes that tried to approach our ship... The interception rate is 100%!"

Chris nodded, then looked at the commander of the artillery unit, and said, "Continue the bombardment! I will completely sink this Devil City today!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" In response to his order, there were roars of 500mm caliber artillery.

These cannonballs smashed into the city of Vatican like a meteorite, and bombarded one crater after another. This is really no exaggeration. The 500mm caliber cannon was made by the explosion of a cannonball. The crater is about the size of a football field.

"Boom!" Another place where countless magical energy liquids were stored exploded, and the collapse this time affected the giant floating magic circle below Vatican.

Some of the foundations depicting the magic circle collapsed and collapsed, some runes began to lose their luster, and some of the magic circles depicted were also broken and vanished.

With the destruction of these magic circles, the entire Vatican began to tilt slightly, and in the process of tilting, many magic towers that had been severely damaged and overwhelmed were broken and fell in the direction of the tilt.

Just looking at the state of flight, Vatican is not far from falling down completely - this city flying in the sky has no power to fight back now, just relying on its huge size, it is there to die. That's it.

Compared to Alan Hill's orderly and extremely fast artillery salvo, Vantilza's magic defense was like a sieve, and the magic gun's counterattack had long since lost momentum.

There were originally hundreds of magic cannons that could fire back, but now, being continuously covered by shells, there are not many of these magic cannons left.

"Aren't you ready yet? Our height has already begun to drop!" The demon general who was standing in the city of Vatican, looking at the shadows under his command, asked, "How long will it take?"

"Sir! It still takes a few minutes to prepare... But, do you really want to use that kind of magic again?" A black figure shuddered and asked nervously.

The current situation, especially the extent of the collapse of Vatican, is not allowed to stimulate powerful magic.

Forcibly using high-level magic, the vibration generated by the magic will make this floating city on the verge of destruction forever.

"Let them activate the magic now! It's too late!" The Demon General didn't even think about it, and ordered: "For the origin of magic! We must win this war!"

"Follow your orders! Your Excellency!" Knowing that the other party had made up his mind, Sombra didn't dare to persuade him any more, so he could only grit his teeth and bite the bullet to convey the order.

"Go too! Use your life to add splendor to this demon's great victory!" Glancing at the other demon general beside him, the leading demon general's tone was full of righteousness: "If I fail, Then we will return to the embrace of the origin of magic together!"

"For the source of magic!" The demon general didn't hesitate, nodded his head, spread his fleshy wings behind him, and flew towards the magic tower where the space magic generator is located.

A few minutes later, in the midst of a huge explosion and screams, in Vatican, which had begun to tilt, a magical energy began to surge violently.

Chris, who was sitting on the floating battleship Sky No. 1, felt the dangerous aura. He frowned and ordered: "The magic defense barrier is enhanced to the maximum value! The battleship climbs immediately! All participating troops... Evacuate! Artillery The salvo continues!"

"Huh!" The floating magic array under the floating battleship Sky One increased its brightness at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the huge boosters installed around the edge also began to spew out tail flames, and the entire floating battleship moved at the fastest speed. Raise your height.

The Alan Hill air force, which was still fighting with the demon air force just now, began to disengage from the battle at this moment, turning on the afterburner and running towards a farther place.

Just as these fighter jets retreated, all the large-caliber artillery on both sides of the Airland Hill floating battleship fired again, shooting out dense shells.

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