Six Hundred and Fifty-Four They Call Courting Death

"The origin of magic...Long live!" Holding up his long sword, a demon officer looked at the beach appearing on the sea, and cried out in tears of joy: "Let those damn aliens see how powerful we are!"

After all the hard work and all kinds of terrible explosions, they finally see where the enemy is! They can finally compete with their hateful enemies in a familiar way.

Along the way, they were shocked and overwhelmed just by watching the devastating explosion above their heads, blocked by the space barrier. Now they need to vent, vent the fear they suppressed in their hearts along the way.

Although the demons do not admit that they have fear in their hearts, they are still afraid, afraid of the kind of destruction that may burn their souls together!

Just like Aresia thought, they felt that only demons were worthy of that kind of destructive power. They hated the enemy who wielded these powers, hated it in their bones.

If possible, they also want to master this terrifying ability, the ability to easily change the mode of war!

"Huh!" Accompanied by his shout, an oncoming shell flew past his scalp. It was a shell from an Alan Hill coastal defense gun, and it sank extremely fast.

Before he could shrink his neck, the shell had passed the place where he was standing, and hit the tall mast behind him.

The mast broke at the sound, and then the terrifying explosion erupted at the stern of the ship. The ignited magic cannon instantly turned into a crater, and flew into the sky with a loud noise.

Before the demon officer could react, there was a tragic explosion at the stern of the ship behind him, and even a section of the deck flew near other warships.

When the poor demonic officer barely stood still and turned his head to see what happened to the battleship he was on, he only saw a sea of ​​flames that devoured the lives of countless demons.

The shells that Ailan Hill swept towards him were so dense and terrifying. Many demon battleships exploded at this moment, and thick smoke billowed everywhere in the entire fleet.

This is not a war, this is a one-sided massacre in itself. Alan Hill's tactical nuclear weapons have begun to block the demon's reinforcements, and the demons on the follow-up battleship are almost all feeding fish in the sea at this moment.

What's more frightening is that due to the communication disorder caused by nuclear weapons, the devil's magic communication equipment has also become unusable. They couldn't get in touch with Sestos, and they didn't know whether other demon fleets still existed.

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The huge gap in information communication is clearly visible at this moment. Every demon troop is under tremendous psychological pressure, and their attacks become timid because of this.

After all, when a commander does not know whether other commanders have completed their missions or whether other friendly forces will appear on the battlefield as planned, his determination to fight will be shaken countless times.

In fact, the demon army is already very tenacious. If it is replaced by other ordinary troops, it is estimated that a large-scale rout has already begun by this time.

"Landing! Landing quickly! This is the opportunity His Majesty won for us! For the origin of magic! Attack! Reckless attack! Victory is already in sight!" With a desperate grief, the demon commanders on other battleships Let's continue to shout slogans to encourage our subordinates.

And at the same moment, the battleship where the demon commander who was hit just now completely exploded into a ball of flames across the sea, and the entire battleship began to break and sink.

However, although one demon warship after another was sunk, more demon warships began to approach the coastline. They put down countless demon troops and began to bombard the coastline of Alan Hill with magic cannons.

At this moment of the battle, the two sides finally started to attack each other in a real sense. The demon's magic shells finally landed on the position where the Alan Hill armored grenadiers were stationed.

"Boom!" A magic shell shattered a pile of sandbags, raised countless gravel, and landed on the helmet of the Alan Hill armored grenadier.

Captain Burrison tapped his helmet twice, then spat out the sand mixed in his mouth into the soil under his feet, and looked coldly at the demon warship in the distance through the gap in the trench.

There was no expression on his face, neither fear nor excitement. After all, he is already a veteran who has fought several battles, he has long been used to seeing life and death, and he has long been used to blood and violence.

From the moment he came here, he knew that he was here to fight, and he wanted to kill crazily here until he won or was killed.

This is the glory of the Elland Hill Grenadiers. The word failure is not in their dictionary. In their world, after the battle begins, the only options are victory and death.

"Get ready to fight!" He turned his head, looked behind him, and shouted loudly to his soldiers.

Accompanied by his thick shout, the soldiers squatting in the trenches began to stand up amidst the sound of slight mechanical rotation.

Slightly taller than normal people, the new heavy armored infantry wearing exoskeleton combat armor raised their weapons and prepared for battle in the trenches.

On the other side, under the cover of the magic defense barrier, the demon troop finally stepped on the knee-deep sea water and washed up on the soft sand.

They lined up unhurriedly under the artillery fire, and then walked neatly, a little closer to the defensive position of Alan Hill.

"This group of demons are quite organized... No matter how you look at it, they are better than those demon troops we encountered before..." On the battlefield, an Alan Hill grenadier looked at the troops that Alan Hill gave to these brave demons. A very pertinent evaluation: "The demon troops in the demon world seem to be the main force..."

However, some people disagreed with his words, and another soldier standing beside him retorted with a sneer: "Stop making trouble, they call it courting death..."

"Sir! They have entered the combat range of our army! Do you want to show them how powerful we are?" A soldier wearing a thick armored exoskeleton walked up to Burrison, with a cruel smile on his face, and asked .

"Wait a minute! This isn't much fun anymore." Burrison sneered, and then looked at the phalanx full of demons on the opposite side: "My favorite is to give these demons a little hope, and then Take it with your own hands!"