Five Hundred and Sixty-Seven Negligible Costs

"Let the heavy infantry go first! Where's the shieldman? Where's the shieldman?" In the crowd, the demon commander held a long sword and loudly questioned the soldiers next to him.

They were at a corner and had rushed several times, but they still couldn't break through the defense line composed of human special forces.

The opponent didn't take the initiative to attack, and just stood at the end of the alley, condescending, and didn't give the demon any chance at all.

The demon commander also tried to use magic to solve the problem, but his fireball technique did not penetrate the magic defense barrier used by the mysterious magician over there.

That damned human magician just used a barrier to defend, and was not in a hurry to attack. No matter how you look at it, it seems like a tactic to save magic power. If it is consumed like this, the opponent will definitely last for a long time.

Therefore, in desperation, the demon officer could only use the most primitive method, open the magic defense barrier, and let the soldiers approach the temporary defensive positions formed by humans under the cover of heavy infantry.

"Who opened the windows? Damn... how come there are so few windows facing the streets?" In his heart, the demon officer had already scolded the opposite building countless times.

The openings of those few windows are simply too essential, condescending enough to overlook many nearby blocks. If the demons attack through these natural shooting holes, the losses will definitely be very heavy.

In fact, demon officers also launched similar tentative attacks. Dozens of demon soldiers have fallen on the way forward, which also reduces the number of troops that the demon officer can command by at least one-third.

"We are all improvised, there are not so many infantry!" A soldier looked helplessly at the demon corpses lying in a pool of blood on the street, and explained in mourning: "How about we charge again?"

"I'll take the lead! Everyone will follow! No matter what the price is! We must take back the place guarded by humans! No matter what they want, we can't let them succeed!" The demon officer gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

"Long live the magic eye!" He raised his long sword high, used the magic defense barrier, resolutely walked out of the corner, and met the gun line of the human army.

"Tug, chug!" Sure enough, the human special forces on the opposite side fired without any hesitation from the light machine guns they were carrying.

Dense tracer bombs blocked the entire street, hitting the devil's magic defense barrier, sputtering out sparks.

"Long live the magic eye!" Those with small shields,

Or simply the demon soldiers with only long swords also used their respective magic defense barriers, and after shouting hysterically, they followed behind their commanders and rushed out of the corner where they were hiding.

"The devil is desperate!" The machine gunner with his cheek resting on the butt of the gun saw through the optical sight that there were suddenly more demon soldiers on the street, and calmly reminded the people around him.

Loading a rifle grenade into the grenade launcher hanging under the M4 machine gun, the commander in charge of commanding the shooting position said with a smile: "Don't worry! We haven't contributed yet!"

As he spoke, he aimed the grenade launcher's aiming scale at the attacking demon, and then calmly pulled his trigger.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the grenade made a beautiful arc and flew into the crowd of demon troops.

"Boom!" A huge explosion spread, a dozen demon soldiers fell to the ground in the explosion, and the rest of the demons were still gnashing their teeth and attacking forward, getting closer and closer to the buildings where the humans were stationed.

The black-robed super god puppet standing behind the special forces finally spoke, and said in a hoarse mechanical voice: "Leave these demons to me..."

After saying this sentence, the magic circle under the god puppet's feet gradually lit up, and his whole body flew out of the window in front of him.

The demon on the opposite side saw an enemy wearing a black robe flying out of the window, and immediately began to chant magic, preparing to use fireball to attack this damned "human" target.

But before their magic was chanted, several magic circles appeared in front of the magician on the opposite side. In the center is a defensive magic barrier, flanked by standard fireballs ready to attack.

"So fast!" This was the subconscious feeling in the demon officer's mind. He only managed to cast a fireball technique, and saw fireballs flying out of the four magic circles on the opposite side, hitting where he was like bullets from a machine gun.

The use of magic by both parties is not of the same order of magnitude at all. Because of the assistance of computer chips, the super god puppet can cast spells at an incredible speed.

If it is a complete super god puppet without any weakening or cutting corners, it is a terrifying existence that can slaughter demon generals. The shrunken version of super god puppets in front of them are definitely more than enough to fight demon officers and low-level soldiers.

It was too late to make these demon troops think too much, they were already enveloped by the fireball technique. For a while, there were explosions everywhere, and the whole street was submerged in gunpowder smoke.

The poor demon officer rolled twice on the ground with the explosion of the fireball technique that hit him, barely dispelling the explosion force of the fireball technique. As soon as he stabilized his figure, he found that most of the demon soldiers around him were dead or injured.

Just a face-to-face meeting, and the hundred and ten people on my side completely collapsed - the difference in combat effectiveness between the two sides is too great! Another sentence came to the demon officer's mind, and then he found out embarrassingly that he seemed to be being targeted by his opponent.

The Alan Hill magician flying in the sky suddenly swooped down from the sky, and his magic robe shook rapidly due to the airflow.

In an instant, the magician of Alan Hill rushed in front of the demon officer, his arm protruded from the black robe, and the metal palm engraved with runes pinched the demon officer's neck like a chicken easy.

"Uh..." The demon officer felt the pressure on his neck, and subconsciously swung the long sword in his right hand towards the target in front of him.

However, when his wrist was just halfway through the swing, it was pinched by the opponent's other hand. It felt like being bitten by a pair of steel pliers.

The demon officer knew that he was finished, from the second he saw the other party swooping over and suddenly appeared in front of him, he knew that he was finished.

It was a sense of oppression when he faced the demon general, a sense of powerlessness when he was looked down upon by others.

"Crack!" The super god puppet exerted a little force, and the palm made of steel broke the opponent's neck. The demon officer's hand hangs down feebly, and his head loses support and leans to one side.

After throwing away the corpse of the demon officer, the super god puppet in a black robe with a smiling face turned his head slightly and looked at the demon soldiers who had finally struggled out of the fireball technique.

Those demon soldiers also saw the "demon" in front of them at this time. They saw their commander's neck was twisted, and they also saw their commander's body collapsed on the ground powerlessly...

"Ah!" A demon raised the long sword in his hand, shouted and rushed forward. Then he was pierced through the head by a bullet flying from a distance, and he staggered and fell on the charging road.

The rest of the demons still rushed over bravely, and then they were knocked down by machine guns and tortured by god puppets...

In just a few minutes, all these hundred and ten demons fell into a pool of black blood, and the entire street also returned to silence in this second.

At the same time, the gigantic demon floating city of Macaxilo, which was constantly falling, crashed into the sea water and landed on the sea surface smoothly.

It is still sinking continuously, but the speed is no longer considered an impact. Although there are still huge waves on the sea, the scale is obviously within the acceptable range.

"It seems that the second group, the fourth group, and the seventh group have succeeded. They have controlled all the floating magic circles..." The masked super god puppet said as he shook the black blood on his palm and looked into the distance.

Behind him, a helicopter plane loaded with various materials has already taken off, pulling these precious technical materials, and flying to the battleship in the sky in the distance.

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"Marshal Wagron is calling! They have controlled the falling speed of Macaxilo, we can continue to attack with ease!" In the ground command post in Ferry City, the communications officer stood at attention and saluted, reporting to General Durando what he had just done. sent message.

General Durando was looking up at the changes on the map. After hearing the report, he turned around and said, "Call back to thank the Marshal and express the highest respect of the 15th Army Group."

He is still meticulous and impeccable in every detail. After ordering the call back, he ordered in an orderly manner: "Let the large-caliber artillery cover the beachhead and wipe out all the last demon troops!"

"General! The elves sent someone to send a message, saying that the remaining demons are nothing to worry about, just leave them to them." An officer whispered.

General Durando thought for a few seconds, and then said: "If they can guarantee that there will be no casualties, then they can give them the right to attack."

The officer nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the headquarters to contact the elves' army.

On the other side, Falai, the elf commander who heard the order from General Durando, couldn't laugh or cry. He had never fought such a war before.

"Are you kidding? No one can survive in a war..." He looked at the generals of the elves beside him, and saw the same disbelief on their faces.

However, then they suddenly realized that at this point in the battle, it seemed that Alan Hill's loss was so small that it could be ignored.

A few pilots, a few attacking dwarf soldiers - that's probably all the price Alan Hill paid today, and the devil's side...

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