Five Hundred and Twenty Five Old

What followed was the fourth shell, which pierced through Sarudis' chest, turning his entire chest into rotten flesh.

The black blood flowed onto the asphalt road, and Sarudis' body also fell down, and then turned into energy, constantly surging on the ground.

"It seems... Prince-level demons are formed by the condensation of magic itself." Chris looked at the magical energy on the ground and said, "The rest of the things cannot be handled by physical attacks. You guys..."

As soon as his words fell, Vivienne began to attack. She lit up a new magic circle with both hands, and an energy pour began to form, while the dwarf Morakot on the side also raised the giant ax surrounded by lightning at this time.

Naturally, Farley will not be idle, he is ready to attack magic, and he is well aware of the pain brought to the elves by another demon prince Saruxis in the original elf territory .

As a person involved, he certainly knows how difficult it is to kill a demon prince—now, Alan Hill has killed two demon princes casually. This kind of power is absolutely suffocating.

And at an altitude of 10,000 meters, in the turret of the sky battleship, the electromagnetic gun track that had been melted due to too much heat had cooled down, and was replaced by the mechanical arm that had been waiting for a long time.

Even the deformed track seems to be coated with a layer of chocolate, which is rounded and shiny after being baked, which makes people appetite greatly.

Because the heat is too high, these raw materials must be replaced every time they are launched, and then replaced with new orbits, which is a fatal flaw of this weapon. It cannot be launched continuously, and can only pause for more than ten minutes after each attack.

This is also thanks to the automation of changing the rails, as well as the efficient cooling system. The entire weapon device can reach the level of practicality.

A guide rail that was still steaming even after passing through the high-conductivity metal cooled by ice-type magic fell into the waste collection device, making a loud bang. On the other side, the fully automatic robotic arm responsible for the installation has already begun to install the new launch rail.

The 500mm caliber cannons on the left and right ends of the sky battleship have been replaced with this electromagnetic gun, which is also a brand new improvement, giving the sky battleship super strike capabilities against point targets.

Cooperating with a computer-controlled aiming system, this weapon can meet the operational requirements of firing at targets the size of a human body, and the hit accuracy is also frighteningly high.

Because this weapon has no recoil, and it also has no ballistic error. Under the precise control of the computer, it can even accurately hit a target the size of a soda bottle. This can definitely be said to be a miracle of the fusion of modern technology and magic technology. .

The surging magical breath that was beaten by the energy pouring down to only struggle, finally dissipated in the air. The fourth prince of the devil lost his own life just a few minutes after being born in Seris City.

And at the same moment, the Magic Eyes far away in Grecon and the Endless Sea, as well as the Magic Eyes in the original elf territory, all began to stir.

It seems that the source of magic is already angry. Its aggression has been stopped again and again, and the titans under it have been eliminated one after another, which has made it become manic.

As a result, countless demons poured out from these places, and for a while, the roars of demons were everywhere around these magic eyes, shaking the heavens and the earth.

certainly,

At this moment in the city of Alanhill Serris, Chris still didn't know that another climax of the demon army's invasion had begun.

He was still standing on the road, smiling and thanking the Elf Queen: "Thank you very much for coming to help... If it wasn't for you..."

"Your Majesty! If you just want to thank you, then you don't need to say any more. You actually know what I am here for this time. We have our purpose, so you don't have to care about our efforts." The Elf Queen Interrupting Chris, staring at Sarudis who had dissipated on the ground, he said, "He may not really be dead."

"That doesn't matter, if I can kill him once, I can kill him a second time." Chris didn't care, and said, "Since we met, how about I host Her Majesty the Queen tonight and have dinner together?"

"That's naturally the best." The Elf Queen looked at Chris's face and agreed to Chris's suggestion: "Everything can be arranged according to the etiquette of your country. There is no problem here, just do as the Romans do."

Farley misses Serris's food very much, he enjoyed it last time he came here, and this time he naturally wants to try those delicacies that he misses again.

After all, unlike the food that emphasizes natural and fresh food, there are some cuisines in Ireland, which are famous for their complexity, and the taste is definitely different from the food of the elves, which is a good thing worth tasting repeatedly.

"Mr. Farley can also come together." Chris invited: "According to the logic, you are already our old friend, and eating together is the way of hospitality in Ireland."

Farley couldn't hide the smile on his face when he heard the invitation. He nodded slightly, and responded to Chris' invitation: "It's a great honor, Your Majesty! It's a great pleasure to be friends with Alan Hill."

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"Who are you? Who are you?" Looking at the Airan Hill fighter pilot who parachuted in the distance, the archon who was transformed into a giant roared angrily.

On the ridge in the distance, a fallen F-15 fighter jet was burning. Its crash left a scorched black mark on the ground, one engine was scattered out, and the entire fuselage was severely damaged by the explosion.

The person who stopped him from killing was a person he had never seen before, and this old man was actually riding on the back of a giant dragon, looking like a dragon knight.

However, the Grand Consul knew that this person was not the thousands of ordinary dragon knights in the Holy Demon Empire. The magical aura emanating from the other party made him, the soul that had been transformed into a puppet, tremble non-stop.

The old man hadn't spoken yet, but the giant dragon under his crotch spoke up: "We have been guests in Alan Hill for a long time, and we like the atmosphere here... If you are here to make trouble, then leave quickly! "

A talking dragon, which made the Grand Consul suddenly understand how terrifying the other party was.

On his expressionless face, the speaking mechanism started to work, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, a sound that made hair stand on end: "I'm going to kill Chris! Since you are Magician, get out of the way... the road! Chris, you must die!"

"I'm not talking about you, but with your ability, you still want to kill Chris? What are you kidding?" The dragon sneered, as if he had heard some funny joke.

The old man riding on the dragon's back spoke at this time, and first interrupted the chatter of his mount: "Ivan, that's enough! He's already a puppet, so don't reason with him..."

The giant dragon named Ivan shut his mouth tightly, and stared at the grand consul in the distance with a pair of cold eyes, as if he was staring at a target that was about to be hunted down.

Since this giant dragon is called Ivan, the old man riding on the dragon's back is naturally the old magician Elit who came to Alan Hill to support him, but has never had a chance to fight.

He has been living in Ireland Hill, and even took his wife over. Originally, the family lived in harmony, and the days of being used as a scenic spot for people to visit were not bad.

But the Grand Consul in front of him was fighting with the F-15 fighter jet that Alan Hill took off to intercept him near his home. This old man, who had been moved by Alan Hill's generous life, decided to create a new home for himself. do something.

Ever since, a powerful old magician who could stand against Travish and Lonsardley, but just liked to live in seclusion, blocked the way of the Grand Consul.

"Get out of the way!" The Grand Consul roared and rushed towards the target. At this time, the scars behind him were revealed.

The downed F-15 fighter jet also caused considerable damage to him. The seemingly indestructible body of the Grand Archon is no longer in his peak state at this moment.

Dozens of sorties of F-15 fighter jets, plus hundreds of fighter jets of various types chasing and intercepting - the Grand Consul didn't know where he had hit, but he knew that he didn't have much time to waste here.

He's going to go to the capital of Ellandhill, find the damned Chris there, and tear him to pieces!

"Energy... pouring out!" Eric didn't talk nonsense, and directly used the attack skills of a senior magician, letting his magical energy rush towards the archon who was rushing towards him like a beam of light.

The Grand Consul pushed forward with both hands, creating magical defense barriers one after another in front of him.

But these magical defense barriers did not stop the energy pouring attack, and they shattered one after another.

After all, it is impossible for a consul of a second-rate magic empire who is not even a magister to catch up with a real strong magician in terms of magic.

He only relied on his body to be transformed, and stored a large amount of magic energy in his huge volume, so that he could display the strength similar to that of a Dharma Saint.

However, once encountering a real master of magic, there was a gap in the magic used, and the fact that the Grand Consul was not a holy man was immediately highlighted.

"Boom!" With a huge explosion, the Grand Consul's body was hit by the pouring of magic energy, exploded in the sky, and shattered into countless parts of various shapes.

Without even a scream, the last old man of the Holy Demon Empire just disappeared into the sky of the Holy Demon Empire.

"I'm hungry..." Ivan babbled while flapping his wings.

"Go home... have dinner." Eric withdrew his hands and narrowed his eyes as if enjoying the sunshine: "Old... I'm sore from fighting like this..."