Seven Hundred and Twenty-Seven Rushed to the Bed with Strength

At that time, she was still in command of a large army of demons. At that time, she was still thinking about how to win the war against the other world.

Now, she no longer has any thoughts of victory. At this moment, all she thinks about is to give her subjects a decent home.

As for why she had this idea, she didn't know herself, as if she was the king of the demon race in her bones, and the source of magic that made her had no ability to control her will.

In the floating city that belonged to her, the huge Sestos flying in the sky, she saw a very terrifying attack weapon of the human fleet.

That kind of weapon has a speed that people can't react to at all, and can easily destroy the city and shoot down a huge floating city.

She didn't know that deadly weapon was called an electromagnetic gun, but she had remembered the horror of this weapon.

In the next second, she flew high into the sky at high speed, and at a place about two kilometers below her feet, dozens of shells several times the speed of sound whizzed past, and even the airflow was torn into disorder.

Human support has arrived! The thought flashed through Arisia's mind. If she didn't retreat, it would be very difficult for her to escape if she was entangled by the large human army.

After all, no matter how powerful she is, she is only one person. If she really faced the main human fleet, even if the humans couldn't kill her, they could still consume her magic energy, making her submerged in countless attacking artillery fire.

No matter in what era, the experience of a hero not to suffer from immediate losses exists. As the demon king, Aresia is naturally unwilling to fight to the death with the main human force. If she has the strength to confront the sky fleet head-on, the demons will not be so embarrassed.

So, Arecia immediately turned around and retreated, using the fastest speed she could, to leave the battlefield and fly into the distance.

She's fast, at least it seems, not much slower than the Navy's F/A-18 fighter jets.

And just when she broke away from the short-range fire attack of the 1st Cruiser Fleet, more than a dozen anti-aircraft missiles flew out of the smoke-filled 1st Cruiser Fleet, rushing towards the direction where she gradually disappeared.

"Follow up! Follow up! Search the direction she left, maybe you can find it!" High in the sky, looking at Aresia going away on the radar, the lead pilot of the F-14 fighter said through the radio.

His wingman followed him, and the two planes accelerated, disappearing into the clouds a few seconds later. These two planes can be said to be blatantly following behind the devil,

Anyway, as long as they maintain a height of more than 10,000 meters, the devil has nothing to do with them.

They have a clear advantage in speed, and they want to follow Arecia and find her starting point. Maybe they'll find a demon city, maybe they'll find a demon fleet.

Everyone knew that no matter what they found, the discovered target would never end well.

Humans are very willing to do things like revenge for the 1st Cruiser Fleet. As long as there is an order, maybe another nuclear bomb will be launched into the sky, and another demon city will be reduced to ashes.

"The target is moving away from the 1st Cruiser Fleet! The opponent has left! The opponent has left!" A radar soldier looked at the radar screen in front of him and shouted excitedly: "She didn't continue to attack!"

On Sky One, an officer tore off the printed telegram and walked up to his superior: "The 1st Cruiser Fleet called, and they rescued the pilots of the two F-14 fighter jets. All four were injured. Scared, but no trauma, vital signs are good."

The staff room of Sky One was in chaos. Although the battle was over, no one dared to jump to conclusions as to whether the target would return or not.

However, it is a consensus that everyone agrees to take advantage of this opportunity to withdraw the 1st Cruiser Fleet.

After all, this fleet really suffered heavy losses. This point can be roughly heard from the shouts in the staff room one after another.

An officer put down the phone in his hand and shouted loudly to his companions: "The destroyer Barotus is seriously damaged. They need a maintenance ship...the middle of the hull is seriously flooded..."

On the other side of the table full of maps, another officer held the phone receiver and said to the officer beside him: "The cruiser Missain has been damaged, 70% of its core armor has been melted, and its power system is complete. It is retreating from the fleet. ..."

"Major Plun Aike is calling. The 1st Fleet currently has 28 soldiers killed and 692 wounded... The specific figures need to be further counted... and may increase." A staff officer broke into the command room and shouted loudly Latest news.

28 killed... less than 700 wounded? Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and you don’t know what to say.

According to common sense, an attack of this level would cost at least two destroyers, and it would not be surprising to sink a cruiser.

But now, in the news everyone got, only the battleship was injured, but there was no sinking data. Obviously, the opponent has no intention of sinking these warships, which is full of absurdity from any angle.

"The electromagnetic gun attack deterred the other party. The news just came that the demon target is retreating to the southwest!" The staff officer who broke in later said another message.

"Already retreated?" Everyone asked such a question in disbelief. In their cognition, the opponent must sink as many warships as possible before leaving.

"Yes, we have already retreated." The staff officer who came to deliver the news shrugged helplessly: "I heard that she is still a woman..."

"Female devil? So strong?" Several officers were taken aback for a moment, and then began to think about it.

Now that the battle is over, everyone's mood is relaxed. Many people have turned on the gossip mode and started to study the female demon who challenged a fleet by herself.

After all, there are lessons to be learned from this kind of thing. The last female magician who was regarded as a threat by Alan Hill challenged the entire air force by herself, and accidentally challenged herself to the bed of His Majesty the Emperor.

This time, there must be another enchanting female demon, relying on her powerful combat power, to rush into His Majesty's bedroom...

As for the 28 sailors who died in action - this is a war, and of course wars are about killing people. Everyone has become numb to the number of deaths. Let alone 28, 280 is just a number.

"Cover the retreat of the 1st Cruiser Fleet! Wait for the fighter jets following that demon to return and confirm their discovery!" One of the staff officers coughed and gave his own suggestion.

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The next one will be later, everyone can watch it tomorrow morning.

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