Five Hundred Sixty Two Rainbow

"Order all the demon generals to dispatch! All dispatch! Fly to the opponent's beachhead! Kill me! Kill me!" Seeing that the situation was already overwhelming, the commander-in-chief of the demon general drew out the long sword at his waist, He gave the order to attack everyone around him.

He now knew that it was unrealistic to sit on the head of the city and wait for the slow-moving Macassilo floating city to reach the human defense position, or approach the coastline.

If he insists on continuing to fight in this way, then the last chance of winning will be far away from him.

Therefore, he pulled out the long sword at his waist with a mindful heart, and prepared to lead the high-level demon army to fight to the human defense line, and create enough trouble for the opponent!

Such a choice also has his own calculations in it - he feels that as long as the high-level demons destroy those large weapons of war that can threaten the floating city of Macassilo, humans will have nothing to fear.

In fact, in a sense, his idea is indeed correct. As long as those terrible war machines of human beings are destroyed, the fighting power of human beings is indeed not to be feared.

A human being without a weapon may not be as threatening as a wolf. Even the most well-trained fighters have no advantage at all when facing a demon dog.

Not to mention, the demons also have more advanced demon soldiers. The fighting power of these demon soldiers is much stronger than that of the demon dogs.

"My lord, our landing force has not landed on the other side's coastline in time. Is it appropriate to send elite troops at this time?" Soi Ying asked worriedly.

"What do you know? If we don't step up our attack, no matter how many elites we have, we will have no chance to launch a new round of attack!" Demon General explained impatiently.

He looked at the many demon warships under his feet that had been sunk, and few of those warships that had been messed up could approach the coastline of Alan Hill.

What annoyed him even more was that, according to his judgment, those human naval fleets with high speeds that surrounded and wiped out his decoy interception fleet were almost approaching the time.

When those terrifying battleships arrive, there will be no way for him to fight this battle.

Maybe, the floating city of Macassilo in front of me can't even crash into a human city.

After carefully calculating the power in his hands,

The demon commander decided to take the lead in using elite troops to attack the human defense line, and disrupt some human defense deployments at the cost of losses.

After all, no matter what, only by disrupting the human combat deployment and causing accidents for the opponent, can he have a chance to jump out of the interlocking trap of human beings and use his own rhythm to fight a battle that is more suitable for his own side.

Of course, his calculation ideas are all good, but only God can know how effective they are.

On the surface of the sea, white trails appeared in the field of vision of the demon fleet. On these demon warships full of soldiers, the soldiers leaning on the side of the ship widened their eyes and saw the demons from underwater.

The number of conventional submarines in Alan Hill is far, far greater than the number of nuclear submarines. Not only in the fleet defending the port, but also in the independent submarine brigade, using wolf pack tactics to strangle the demon sea supply line.

As for the Northern Fleet, because it has only recovered not long ago, the number of submarines is more than the number of surface ships.

These conventional submarines, which usually cannot keep up with nuclear submarines and can only cruise offshore in most cases, are now meeting their long-awaited prey.

Dozens of conventionally powered submarines have been on standby underwater for a long time, and after the demon fleet entered the ambush circle, they began their attack.

A submarine launches two torpedoes, and dozens of submarines can launch more than one hundred torpedoes to attack at the same time.

Even if there are torpedoes that attack the same target, these more than one hundred torpedoes are enough to sink more than seventy demon warships.

"That, that's a human 'torpedo'!" A demon officer yelled out a word that was still relatively unfamiliar to him.

Torpedo, this imported word was created by Alan Hill himself. It is exactly the same as words such as tank and kilometer, and it has never appeared on this continent.

However, with the expansion of Alan Hill, as well as the retelling and propaganda before the puppet empire surrendered, the demons have also begun to use these new words "created" by Alan Hill on a large scale.

Hearing the word torpedo, the faces of the other people changed drastically—most demons are not afraid of death, and if they can die for the source of magic, they will feel that they deserve to die. But they didn't want to die in such an unclear way. Wouldn't it be worthless to die in such a place?

If they were asked to fight each other with weapons and then die bloody battles, they would not take it seriously-but if they were asked to die without even seeing the enemy, a fool would be willing, right?

"Accelerate! Full left rudder! Evade! Hurry up! Evade!" Someone shouted desperately on the deck, seeing the white track perpendicular to the side, and thus had an intimate contact with the battleship he was on.

"Boom!" A huge explosion resounded through the sky, and the huge water column rising from the sea lifted the entire demon warship.

Because of the gravity at both ends of the battleship, the battleship broke from the middle, and then because the water surface fell back, the raised part in the middle hit the water again, and a large amount of sea water poured in instantly.

The bow supported the railing on the side of the ship, and the demon officer who was not thrown out wanted to straighten up in embarrassment, but found that his sense of balance had been completely lost.

He staggered and stood up holding the railing of the ship, and before he could stand still, he saw another violent explosion from the broken stern.

Just by looking at the light blue light, one can tell that it is the magical power core at the stern of the ship that died due to the vibration. After an instant, the entire stern of the ship that had been broken and disjointed exploded, turning into countless tiny fragments, and falling into the rough sea surface nearby.

The demon officer only saw the explosion because he had lost his hearing in his ears. The sound of the torpedo explosion just now made him unable to hear any sound until now, only thousands of bees were circling and diving in his mind.

Because a large amount of sea water poured into the broken place, the front deck of the demon battleship also began to tilt. The fixed chain on a huge siege vehicle parked on the deck broke, and the huge vehicle body ran over the unconscious demon soldiers and slid towards the center of the broken hull.

Immediately afterwards, carrying the corpses of hundreds of demon soldiers, this huge siege vehicle fell into the sea and disappeared in the vortex in an instant.

More seawater poured into the unsophisticated compartments of the demon battleship, and as more and more water entered, the remaining half of the battleship began to tilt more and more.

The not-sharp bow was raised high, and the part that was originally underwater was exposed to the surface of the water. The marine life absorbed on the hull also saw the light of day again at this moment.

He firmly grasped the railing beside him. Seeing a demon soldier screaming and sliding down the deck into the swirling sea water, the demon officer hurriedly pulled the armor on his body.

The heavy armor, which can protect one's life from the enemy's sword, has become a life-threatening shackle at this moment, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

Seeing the battleship sinking, the floating planks and some tattered sea surface were getting closer and closer to him. The demon officer who had just torn off the armguard on his arm and hadn't had time to take off his breastplate closed his eyes in despair. .

It kept turning, and the icy and desperate sea water rushed towards us. Swallowed him and the railing he was holding together, and never surfaced again.

"Should I shout long live the origin of magic?" The demon officer with his eyes closed felt the sea water soaking into his nostrils and pressing into his heart and lungs, and he thought wildly with his last consciousness.

It's just that before he could find an answer to his wild thoughts, the boundless darkness swallowed him up. Sinking with him, there are also struggling demon soldiers in various poses.

Just as the demon warship sank, hundreds of demon soldiers with long swords and wings behind them flew out of the floating city of Macasiro.

And at almost the same time, the third volley of Elland Hill's electromagnetic guns hit Macaxilo, and the entire front of the city was collapsing, and the sound of explosions was everywhere.

Accompanied by the desperate explosion and collapse, the height of Macassilo also dropped little by little. The demons in the city were hiding everywhere, cracks appeared on the streets, and some towering magic towers began to break down in the middle.

Like the sunk Vatican, this floating city is beginning to show signs of collapse. Even a huge city with a width of several kilometers horizontally and vertically cannot last long under the attack of a large-caliber electromagnetic gun.

Those high-level demons who flew out also saw Makashilo being hit behind him. They roared and rushed towards the coastline controlled by humans aggressively, preparing to cause some trouble for their opponents.

Under their feet are demon warships that have accelerated to hit the coastline. These warships are full of demon officers and soldiers who are about to vent their anger.

On the other side, in front of the human embankment, vine flags lined up. Farley was riding on his unicorn, squinting his eyes at the army of advanced demons attacking from afar.

Then, he slowly raised his arm. Behind him, hundreds of elf archers drew their longbows carved with exquisite patterns. The arrows made of expensive wood were placed on the mithril fingers, and the arrows flashed in various colors. Magical light.

Suddenly, Farley's arm slashed forward, and countless magic arrows, like a gorgeous rainbow, flew towards the black cloud above the demon's head.