Five Hundred and Sixty-Four Penetration
When the shells fell into the crowd, countless shrapnel swept across the beach where the devil was. This was a man-made steel rainstorm. Countless steel ball fragments rampaged through the crowd, and a black stench was set off in just a moment. blood mist.
Before they had time to realize that their heads had been pierced, these demons were already limp on the ground. The heavy armor hit the ground, but no sound came out.
After all, the powerful artillery fire has covered all other noises, causing the entire demon phalanx to collapse amidst the sound of rumbling artillery.
The demons who barely survived the first round of artillery fire were covered by the second round of artillery fire before they could cheer up. The human artillery positions are seven kilometers deep, with thousands of artillery pieces of various types. How dense are the shells fired? , it is conceivable.
In a short frontal position of tens of kilometers, the concentrated artillery fire of the 15th Army of Alan Hill was so dense that several artillery pieces were taking care of every kilometer.
The modern artillery fire rate is extremely high, and the lethality is very large, so this kind of coverage can be said to be a strike that does not grow.
The demon general who propped up the magic defense barrier for himself watched in horror as the soldiers around him were cut into pieces one by one by the rain of steel released by the shell explosion, feeling like a child hiding in a cage watching countless beasts outside.
Sadly, his cage was not strong, and as his magical energy dwindled little by little, the time he could hold on to in this place became shorter and shorter.
This life-depriving storm did not stop within half an hour. Black pillars of smoke rose from the beach, and countless blood-stained sand was thrown into the air tens of meters high by the shells, and did not fall completely for a long time.
When the sand fell down, it struck the armor of the corpses of the demon soldiers who had fallen on the beach, gradually burying the immobile corpses.
When the guns were rumbling, dwarf soldiers wearing heavy armor and grenade launchers came out one by one in front of the elves, forming a square formation in front of the elves.
The tank-like dwarves began to move forward when the sound of the guns gradually faded away. They crossed the dangerous area from the non-minefield marked on the map, then moved sideways and crossed in front of the demon army.
These dwarf soldiers advanced methodically, stopping every few steps and using the grenade launcher to throw some grenades into the demon's corpse.
Just like the old spearman,
When these dwarves approached the devil's corpse mountain and blood sea, they hung the grenade launcher on their waists, and then took off the heavy war hammer from their bodies.
"Elan Hill!" The bearded dwarves in the lead shouted a slogan, and these dwarves took a step forward. Unfortunately, the demons who used to be plentiful in front of them are now only left in twos and threes. The lucky one who supported it.
In fact, it is not appropriate to say that they are the lucky ones, because compared with the demons who died from artillery fire and landmines, the outcome of waiting for them has not changed. From this point of view, they have indeed fulfilled the phrase "all beings are equal" .
"Long live!" Every step forward, countless dwarves shouted a slogan. Those who have joined Alan Hill feel the advancement and strength of this country, so now they also regard themselves as Alan Hill people and are proud of being Alan Hill people.
"Alan Hill!" "Long live!" Just like that, the dwarf soldiers who were like city walls finally collided with the remaining demons.
In just an instant, the outcome will be decided. The dwarf's heavy war hammer smashed all the stubborn demons into a pulp. Those demons who had no formation even had no chance to fight back when they faced the dwarves.
"This battle was fought comfortably! This is the war of the dwarves!" Hit a demon on the forehead with the giant ax in his hand, removed his ax from the deformed helmet, and swung the sharp ax blade At the mouth, a dwarf officer shouted with a trembling beard.
The dominant dwarf soldier was like an extremely efficient harvester, driving the remaining demons into the sea in just ten minutes.
The demon commander, who was lucky enough to survive, turned back in embarrassment in the waist-high sea water, and he saw his last hope, which was the falling Makashilo.
Makashilo, who was disintegrated and fell by the electromagnetic gun, could no longer hold on. It could no longer move forward, and its huge figure was already close to the surface of the sea, and it was about to fall into the sea.
Sadly, at this distance, even if it completely turns off the floating magic, it will not be able to pose any effective threat to the entire coast.
Humans have a new embankment, this long embankment can relieve the impact of the waves, and the human soldiers in front of the embankment can completely retreat before the flood arrives.
After all, the defensive positions in front of those dams are not the main defensive positions of humans, and the troops stationed there are indeed not many.
"What are those bastards waiting for now! Crash into Macaxilo! We will die together with mankind!" The demon commander looked at the floating city that was still floating on the water and did not fall according to his intention, and cursed in despair: " Bastards! Cowards! They dare not even die! How can they be loyal to the source of magic?"
What he didn't know was that in the city of Macasillo, a group of mages wearing black magic robes were using all kinds of magic to attack the "snakes without a leader" left behind by the demons.
The high-level magicians who lost their demons were in command, and these low-level demons were helpless when facing these high-level magicians, and were driven and slaughtered like sheep.
These mages acted quickly and had a clear goal. After entering the demon floating city, they quickly dispersed in various streets.
Although there are only a group of ten people at most, each of these magicians is unpredictable, and each action is very fast.
In front of them, there were actually some drones opening the way. They hovered high in the sky and were responsible for monitoring the movements of all the demons nearby.
And under the wings of these drones, there are actually small missiles hanging, which can launch attacks at any time, and fire at those demons who want to gather, preventing them from organizing resistance.
"Stop them! Stop them!" A demon commander waved the long sword in his hand and stopped a magician in black.
The other party obviously had no intention of wasting time with him, and with a light wave of his palm, four identical fireball magic circles appeared, scaring the demon officer who came forward to fight.
The opponent is also a warrior who can use magic, so he knows how difficult it is to use four magic in one go.
If it was a demon general who used four spells, then the demon officer would not be so shocked, but any human magician has such magical attainments, which is beyond his cognition.
Could it be that humans are closer to the origin of magic than demons? This idea only stayed in the demon's mind for a brief moment, and then disappeared without a trace.
Because he had been engulfed by the fireball technique and turned into a burning corpse, lying next to the crack in the street, unable to make any sound.
"One group, three groups, nine groups...destroy the power core! Be sure to let this city slowly descend!" Wagron's voice came from the intercom on the sides of the heads of all the Alan Hill wizards wearing black magic robes Order.
After hearing the order, the black-robed mages dispersed immediately. They were in groups of three and four, and immediately disappeared at the end of those narrow, chaotic, dirty and smelly alleys.
The command in the headset sounded again: "Group two, group four, group seven! Go and control all the floating magic circles! If someone destroys them, shoot them to death!"
Some magicians nodded slightly and were separated from the team with the largest number of magicians. These nimble magicians used wind magic to pact on the roofs of tall buildings, and disappeared without a trace after a while.
"Group five, group six, group eight, find all the information about K! If you find anything, report it immediately!" Wagron's order came again from the headset, and the rest of the people stopped in a small square own footsteps.
"Don't waste time! Take all the things you can find!" A black-clothed magician in a black robe with a golden eagle emblem embroidered behind him ordered in a hoarse voice to all the black-clothed magicians around him.
He was wearing a smiling face mask, and the voice came out from under the mask. Although it was real, it didn't have the slightest breath of life.
And the black-clothed mages standing around him also wore smiling masks, and when they nodded, they all moved in the same order.
After nodding slightly, the magicians of Alan Hill, or the super god puppets of Alan Hill, all dispersed like this, and began to take action in the about-to-fall Maccasilone.
On Sky One floating battleship, Wagron was looking at some photos on the big screen and listening to the action planning team explain the relevant content of this special operation.
These photos were taken from the ruins of Vatican, some are the collapsed city gates, and some are the remains of some remains.
"According to the style and structure of these buildings, we used 3D technology to restore the internal structure of the entire Vatican." An officer in charge of drawing up the plan introduced to Wagron: "So, it is similar, and we are sure that we can find The placement of key equipment in this demonic floating city...these are the results calculated by computers, and there are drones to change the parameters set and calculated at any time."
"According to such calculations, we will roughly grasp the specific structure of the demon floating city, so that it will be easier to sink this kind of floating city..." another officer added.