Seven Hundred and Forty-Six Serving the Gods

"Tug-chug!" Burison held his assault rifle and violently fired at the approaching enemies. Through his scope, he could see the tracer bullets he fired, drawing green straight lines and flying towards those agile figures.

That figure shuttled back and forth among countless tracer bullets, avoiding most of the fatal attacks, but maintained a very fast forward momentum.

This is definitely not the strength of an ordinary demon officer, at least it is something that a strong opponent at the level of a demon general can do.

However, when did the devil gather so many devil generals on one front at one go? Aren't they afraid that if these cores are lost, the entire demon army will collapse?

With all these questions in his mind, Burrison didn't hesitate in the movements of his hands. He unloaded the magazine he had emptied, replaced it with a new one, pulled the bolt, and continued firing frantically.

One after another the shell casings fell to his feet, first they hit the dirt, and now they all hit on top of the earlier fallen shell casings.

The shell casings of these full-power large charges are extremely large, which also means that the initial velocity of the large-caliber assault rifle bullets is amazingly powerful and terrifying.

To block such ammunition, the thickness of the magic defense barrier can be imagined. Being able to use this level of magic defense barrier by themselves, the magic attainments of these white-robed people can definitely be described as the pinnacle.

"Boom!" On the hillside in the distance, a 155mm caliber howitzer shell exploded, kicking up a piece of mud. The raised gravel splashed everywhere, and among the gravel and mud all over the sky, more men in white robes were galloping forward.

One of them was actually holding a banner in his hand. On this banner was a group of red magic flames.

"Damn it, who are these people?" A platoon leader emptied a magazine, threw the empty magazine on the ground, pulled out a new assault rifle from his chest, and cursed in a low voice .

Beside him, an Alan Hill soldier had already aimed his weapon into the air, and used the grenade hanging under the assault rifle to throw a large-caliber grenade at the opponent.

Just above their heads, the 20mm machine guns on the armored vehicles behind them are firing wildly, but these shells rarely hit the target directly, and sometimes the target that barely hits can't directly penetrate the opponent's defensive barrier .

The battle fell into a bitter fight from the very beginning, and the heavy armored grenadiers of Alan Hill, who were like traveling along the way, had to face their powerful enemies for the first time.

"Boom!" A white-robed man who had rushed 50 meters away was suddenly surrounded by a violent explosion.

It was an infantry mine, a booby trap planted during defense. Now the booby trap did its job, with a massive explosion that engulfed the target trying to get past it.

In the next second, a distressed figure rushed out of the flames formed by the explosion, and then the figure rolled and burned on the ground, distorted and deformed. The white robe has long since disappeared due to the explosion, and only the shapeless body condensed by magic is left.

The wounded monster twisted and struggled on the ground, and finally collapsed and exploded because of the loss of stability. Like a ignited arsenal, it exploded into a black mushroom cloud, even reaching the defensive position of the Elland Hill heavy armored grenadiers fifty meters away.

The remaining white-robed men continued to move forward without any hesitation, and soon a second white-robed man rushed in front of the Elland Hill grenadiers. Deadly mines.

"A row! Swords drawn! Hand-to-hand combat!" Burrison shouted loudly,

Then he drew the long sword from his waist.

In unison, all the soldiers around him drew out their long swords, jumped out of the trench, and pointed their sharp sword tips at the man in white robe who rushed over.

"Kill!" Everyone roared, not only to deter their enemies, but also to make themselves firm and excited.

"For Alan Hill!" Burison also jumped out of the trench, brandishing his long sword and rushing towards the white-robed enemy directly in front of him: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

The other party also shouted a vague slogan, and Burison vaguely heard a sentence: "Serve the gods!"

The opponent's long sword and Burrison's long sword slashed together, and there was a crisp sound in an instant.

Even though Burrison was wearing a powered exoskeleton, he could clearly feel the tremors coming from his wrist—the opponent's strength was quite large, and it could even rival the power of the powered exoskeleton!

When Burrison realized the strength of his opponent, his opponent also realized that the humans in front of him were not easy to mess with.

Because it was just a confrontation, the long sword made of fine steel in the white-robed man's hand was cut with a huge gap.

Sparks splashed, and the sharp sound of metal clashing together made the hair stand on end. Before Borisen had time to think about it, he slashed back with his second sword. And his opponent didn't back away either, but also bullied him forward, blocking Burrison's attack with the long sword in his hand.

There was a clang of gold and iron, and with a click, the long sword in the white-robed man's hand was cut off. The sharp sword tip spun in the sky and flew away, and stuck in the mud not far away.

But the white-robed man didn't panic at all, he lost his long sword, grabbed Burrison's arm with his backhand, and quickly reached forward with the other hand.

In the middle of a huge magic circle in his palm, a burning fireball rapidly enlarged in Burrison's pupils.

Burrison didn't have time to retreat, but the computer on the power armor helped him make the most correct response. A magical defensive barrier in front of him quickly condensed into shape, barely blocking the white-robed man's fireball technique.

In the blink of an eye, Burrison felt a huge impact, and his body involuntarily leaned back, and he took several steps back to barely stabilize his figure.

This is a feeling he has never had before. After wearing the powered exoskeleton, he fought head-on with ordinary demon officers, and never took a half step back.

"Seventeen percent of the sensor in the left hand is damaged! The stored energy is released in a burst, consuming 22 percent... the face sensor is restarted, and the completion rate is 95 percent!" The mechanical voice in the earphones reminded me coldly The function of various parts of the body is impaired.

"Crack...cheep..." Stretching his left hand, Burison held the long sword in his hand and charged at the man in white robe with black smoke still rising from his palm.