Seven Hundred and Seventy One Shout

"His Majesty's speech is not over yet..." General Durando reminded him as he sat straight in the back of the car.

The driver hurriedly turned on the radio, and after a loud electric interference sound, Chris's voice came clearly through the radio: "Defeat the devil! For world peace, for the safety of the empire...Elan Hill...Long live!"

"His Majesty the Emperor! Long live!" Everyone in the luxury car belonging to the 4th Army Group General Headquarters responded to the voice on the radio with their chins raised.

"My emperor...Long live!" On the pier, all the soldiers stood at attention and saluted, facing the direction of the motherland, responding to the voice of their emperor.

"Long live Alan Hill!" Such shouts can be heard in the entire demon world, wherever there are soldiers of Alan Hill. The shouts resounded through the sky, louder than louder.

"Long live Elland Hill!" The heavy armored grenadier with a 10mm assault rifle pulled the trigger, and the bullet he fired knocked down the demon soldiers in front of him. These demon soldiers managed to escape the sky Before the bombing, they were surrounded by humans before they could regroup.

They rushed to this position after traveling thousands of miles, only to find that the human line of defense was not in disarray, and those servants of God who had penetrated the line of defense did not know where they went.

Now, what greeted them was the massacre of all kinds of human soldiers. These fast demonic assault troops with no heavy weapons to cover and only light weapons were no match for the human soldiers who were ready to fight.

"Long live the Empire of Ireland!" A human non-commissioned officer pressed a red button in front of the complex panel, and a ground-to-ground long-range tactical missile whizzed up from the firing position in the distance, disappearing into the sky.

After a few positions were attacked by the white-robed servant of the gods, the missile troops of Alan Hill also stabilized their position under the cover of many ordinary infantry.

The attack threat of the white-robed god servant has been suppressed, and now the long-range firepower of human beings is gradually recovering.

"Long live the Alanhill Empire!" An Alanhill grenadier held his assault rifle and approached the white-robed man with a long sword step by step.

The white robe on the white robed man was full of stains, and the edges and corners were already tattered. Holding a long sword in his hand, facing the countless human soldiers, he stepped back step by step.

He has killed hundreds of human soldiers, but there are more and more human soldiers in front of him. Each of these human soldiers could pose a threat to him, and he had to consume a lot of magic to protect his body.

after all,

He, who has been homogenized by magic, has an almost immortal life, but his body is also fragile and dangerous. If consumed by unstable magical energy, he would explode and nothing would remain.

A servant of God is a servant of God and a slave of God. They used to be the most powerful magicians of the demons and humans, and they followed the guidance of the origin of magic and became the most powerful legion in the world.

They are invincible and invincible, and they are the most powerful soldiers under the command of the origin of magic. But now, this servant of God found himself surrounded by a group of weak ants who couldn't even use magic!

The almost infinite magic energy was about to be exhausted, those annoying steel bullets were too fast, he had to use magic again and again to defend his body, but there were too many bullets, and he couldn't block all the attacks.

"Serve... the gods!" He roared indistinctly, and then stopped backing, waving his long sword and taking steps forward.

"Tu-Tu-Tu-Tut!" His shout was answered by a more secretive gunshot. Countless bullets hit the magic defense barrier in front of the white-robed man, and the splash of sparks looked as shocking as hitting steel flowers.

A few seconds later, the white-robed God Servant rushed into the crowd of Alan Hill soldiers. He swung his long sword and slashed wantonly in the crowd.

The red blood was brought up by his long sword, and an Alan Hill soldier fell to the ground clutching his wound. However, the back of the man in white robe was also hit by several bullets. Under the tattered white robe, Peng Bai began to surge with uncontrollable energy.

"Keep firing!" The leader of the officer, Ellan Hill, ordered loudly in desperation, and he rushed to the white-robed man with his assault rifle in hand.

"Thug chug!" Another row of bullets hit the white-robed man's chest. This time, his chest was no longer protected by the magic defense barrier.

"Boom!" A huge explosion resounded in the crowd, and more than a dozen Alan Hill soldiers were affected by the explosion, and fell to the ground covered in blood.

Small snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and the remaining Ellandhill soldiers surrounded them. They rescued their companions, then picked up a strand of white cloth left on the ground with bayonets, and cheered loudly.

"Long live Alan Hill!" They shouted unscrupulously, and the shouts shook the sky! They defeated magic and defeated gods with mortal bodies!

Not far behind them, a surface-to-surface tactical missile whizzed up and rushed towards the distant horizon. A few seconds later, the second missile flew into the air with a deafening sound, as if the Ellan Hill Empire was roaring.

There is a forest further away. In the forest, several large-caliber self-propelled howitzers are adjusting their shooting angles, and a temporary tent belonging to the battalion headquarters is also being set up.

On the other side of the camp, hundreds of trucks carrying all kinds of ammunition crowded the road. On both sides of the roadbed, there were soldiers who couldn't see the end at a glance.

The Elland Hill grenadiers carried their own weapons, and all kinds of weapons walked on the slightly muddy road.

Countless gun muzzles swayed slightly from side to side with the footsteps of the soldiers who carried them forward. There are assault rifle muzzles, light machine gun muzzles, and chunky bazookas.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" These soldiers also let out overwhelming shouts when they heard the emperor finished his speech.

They walked all the way from Serris, through Arrante, through Dothan, through Higgs, through Veronza, through the Holy Demon Empire...

Now, they have come to another world, before the source of magic. They are going to overthrow a god, they are going to conquer a brand new world!

What could be more exciting than this? So they shouted from the bottom of their hearts, and only shouts could express their infinite love for His Majesty the Emperor in their hearts.

With their shouts, another mushroom cloud rose up at the end of the horizon, and the fifth nuclear bomb fell on the heads of the assembled demon army...