Six Hundred and Sixty-Three Things Can Not Be Done

"Om..." On the side of the Storm Islands, in a calm sea area, with a strange loud noise, a space in the air twisted without warning.

In a second, this distorted space rapidly enlarged, and even part of it crashed into the sea water, smashing and cutting the sea surface directly.

Immediately afterwards, the boiling sea water rolled up huge waves and spread in all directions, as if a calm lake was stirred up by a stone.

"Boom!" A huge explosion broke through the twisted void, as if it had spanned a thousand years, and it seemed to have surpassed the distance of a million light years. A stream of air from another world, from the already stable light poured into the demon world.

Then, a cold, sharp warship's bow cut through the restless sea, and a flagpole with a black golden eagle flag hung on it broke in.

Inside the bridge, General Bakarov stared at the unknown sea with his hands behind his back and his chin raised, and complained to the adjutant behind him without turning his head: "If Your Majesty told me a few years ago, he could lead me to counterattack the Demon Realm." , I surrendered long ago."

The adjutant behind him curled his lips and didn't answer this sentence with an expression of disbelief. You have to believe it.

Bakarov didn't seem to look back, and he could guess what his adjutant's expression was, and continued to talk to himself: "You should know what I was like when I was the consul in the Holy Demon Empire Veronza in the early years. temper."

The reputation of "Irritable Bakarov" is really not in vain. When he suppressed the Alante Empire and the Dothan Empire in the early years, he was also a general known for his cruelty.

Who would have thought that, with the passage of time, in less than a hundred years, he would be dispatched to Dukou City as a consul, and he would work for more than two years?

Later, the navy was expanded, and he was assigned to the further east as the naval commander. He has been under the command of Genesis, and worked hard to achieve the hot position of deputy commander-in-chief of the navy.

What he said was not a lie. As a magician who knew the truth of the world, Bakarov was naturally hostile to the demons. His ancestors were also conscripted to the Eye of Magic to participate in the crusade against demons.

Now, as a descendant of those sacrificed wizard ancestors, Bakarov has invaded the Demon Realm. He can finally proudly say to his ancestors who died near the Magic Eye: "I am the admiral of Alan Hill! I have achieved what countless magicians dreamed of but never did!"

"Full left rudder!" He ordered loudly,

The huge nuclear-powered battleship flexibly deflected to the right on the sea surface, giving up more positions.

On the other side of the battleship, a larger battleship braved the wind and waves, and rushed into the Demon Realm. Along with these huge battleships, more destroyers and cruisers entered the Demon Realm.

And above the heads of these naval warships, a huge figure blocked the sunlight above them.

Sky No. 1 floating battleship quietly flew into the Demon Realm, and the magic electromagnetic gun directly in front of it was pointing majestically into the distance.

"Report!" An officer in Angshall's royal command car stood at attention and saluted, and reported to General Medias, who had a Band-Aid on his forehead: "A telegram from Siris! The fleet has arrived."

"I really can't wait." Medias grinned, walked to the real-time map with his long sword, and looked at the densely packed friendly army identification signals near the edge of the map.

"If they had come earlier, we might have nothing to do with us." Medias' adjutant, with his arms still hanging on his chest, said gloatingly, "But they came late, leaving only leftovers. "

"You're right, they only have leftovers." The old general Medias laughed, "I still have to avenge the devil's attack on my headquarters by myself."

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"There is nothing to be done." Aresia, who suppressed all the troops in her hands, sat in her seat and listened to the reports of her subordinates.

She felt a powerful force tearing open the originally stable space again. This kind of power cannot be concealed from an expert of her level, and this power, which is powerful enough to tear open the void, is obviously not her reinforcement.

Since she is not her ally, she must be an enemy from the Magic Continent! The enemies in front of her have already made her helpless, and now there are some unknown factors, this battle is indeed as she said, it is almost "impossible".

The demon troops scattered on various islands basically didn't have any news feedback. In terms of information gathering and processing, the gap between the demon and Alan Hill is already greater than the gap in their combat effectiveness.

Arisia here is fighting blindfolded, while Elland Hill's old general Medias is almost driving a plug-in with the map fully illuminated.

Even if the nuclear bomb interferes with part of the communication, the strong-signal battlefield communication rocket roaring into the sky every few minutes guarantees the battlefield communication of the Alan Hill troops with the extravagance of the sky.

On the front, the demon troops attacking by the whole army collided with the magic army of dragons and elves. After taking over from the human army, these impatient magical mainland coalition forces fought a hearty battle.

A giant dragon is raging on the battlefield. Countless great magicians, magisters, and great magisters are floating in the sky. The demon generals who are facing the battle are completely at a disadvantage in terms of quantity and quality.

"The taste of failure...it's really uncomfortable." Arecia stood up from her seat, and walked down the steps with enchanting cat steps.

"Fire all the demonic missiles in reserve...everyone who can go to the front line must take up arms..." She walked and ordered: "Fight here to the end! Because of you, there is no chance of escape!"

"Yes! The subordinates must fight to the death!" All the demon generals knelt down on one knee, lowered their heads and responded in a deep voice.

"The rest is just waiting, waiting for our battle flag to be planted on the enemy's head...or, the enemy's butcher knife, cut off your heads!" She walked out of the hall without looking back at the dying people glance.

After the devil walked out of the hall, the demon generals who were kneeling on the ground stood up. They looked at each other, and then dispersed, to take the troops they could find, and make the last dying struggle.

They still don't know that at a distance of at least 300 kilometers away from them, a fleet hovering in the sky has already aimed at this place with countless electromagnetic guns.