It's hell! When Dederick saw the oncoming ammunition as he dived, there was only one thought that subconsciously came to his mind. He had barely managed to avoid the cannonball that had nearly blown his head off, but the rest of his men had not been so lucky.

The swooping dragon was stopped by the anti-aircraft guns that fired intensively, and the flesh and blood could not withstand the storm of steel after all. A giant dragon was hit in the head by a 30-mm anti-aircraft gun, and before it could even scream, it fell.

The dragon's head was pierced by a cannonball, blood bloomed in the air, and the dragon knight on the dragon's back panicked in the hope that the dragon under his crotch would pick himself up and continue flying, but all his attempts were in vain.

A tracer bullet swept in, raining down on a dragon that was dodging the anti-aircraft guns in a panic. The armor of this huge monster was shattered by bullets, and its abdomen was instantly beaten to a bloody pulp.

Every time it flapped its wings, it was accompanied by severe pain, so its movements became sluggish and it was more likely to be hit by more bullets. Eventually, it couldn't hold it anymore and struggled to roll to the ground, only to be drowned by more bullets before it could get to its feet.

In the sky, the remaining dragon knights dodged the glittering tracer bullets. They tried to find an opportunity to spew flames, only to find themselves facing a nearly impenetrable defense.

"Where the hell did these damn mortals get such terrible weapons?" A dragon knight dodged his dragon left and right, climbed to a relatively safe height, and grumbled with a frown.

In his line of sight, a giant dragon fell from the sky and fell next to a huge five-pointed star-shaped anti-aircraft turret. It struggled to spit flames into the heavy walls of the turret, but did no real damage.

Once the flames were over, nearby machine-gun positions began to rain ammunition on the dragon. Tracer bullets streaked out dazzling rays of light on the ground, all of which rushed into the dragon's body.

Finally, the overwhelmed dragon fell to the ground. The dragon knight on its back was dead when it fell, dangling from the saddle on the dragon's back, which looked really poignant.

The dragon knight lost this battle, although this battle has just begun, but as long as he is not blind, he can see that the defense of Seris City is no longer something that the dragon knight can tear.

"Whew!" A dragon finally found its chance, spewing flames into a massive anti-aircraft turret, drowning the anti-aircraft guns on the two corners of the tower.

However, just as it was hovering and spitting flames, the anti-aircraft guns in the other direction found an opportunity to fire at a fixed target, and fired a dense range of shells at it. In a trailing bullet, the dragon's stomach was pierced, and blood was sprayed everywhere.

Because of the piercing of the stomach, the flames in the dragon's mouth rolled back into his abdomen with the air current. Huge flames erupted from its body, turning it into a flaming kite.

The dragon, covered in fire, flapped its wings and struggled to soar higher into the air, but was eventually wrapped in flames and fell, falling to the ground and becoming a fragrant corpse.

Chris stood high above the castle and watched what was happening in front of him, he saw the dragon enveloped in the net of fire from the anti-aircraft guns, he saw the dragon fall with blood, and he saw the dragon spitting flames as it skimmed low in the air.

The battle was fierce from the beginning, not only did the dragons in the sky fall and die one by one, but the anti-aircraft artillery positions on the ground were also being lost at an alarming rate. After all, the other party has seventy or eighty dragons, and their combat power in the forbidden demon realm is enough to destroy a country.

In the face of dense anti-aircraft artillery fire, these dragons fought hard to breathe with their rough and thick bodies. The brave and warlike dragon knights sacrificed themselves to win more opportunities for their companions to attack.

Under the desperate fight of these dragon knights, the remaining dragon knights had the opportunity to break through the defensive position, and they rushed between the first and second layers of rails, but they collided with those armored trains that had been on standby for a long time.

"Bang bang! Bang bang! The anti-aircraft guns on the armored trains began to roar, sweeping the dragon knights who were already struggling with the hail of bullets to the ground. Soon more dragon knights fell, falling to the ground, leaving corpses as huge as a hill.

"Long live the Holy Demon Empire!" A red-eyed dragon knight shouted and harnessed his dragon to an anti-aircraft turret. The dragon's massive body slammed into the reinforced concrete fortress with a thud as the speed of the swoop increased.

The massive impact shattered the castle's exterior walls, leaving a huge gap in it. And the dragon also lost its life, hanging on the gap in this fortress, never to move again.

In less than twenty minutes of fighting, only forty or fifty of the seventy or eighty dragons controlled by the dragon knight could continue the battle. What's even more terrifying is that even if these dragons didn't fall, many of them were wounded by machine guns.

Their scales shattered, and blood oozed out of their bodies, flowing through the cracks of the dragon scales. And the smoking, evil, and filthy city in front of them still stood in front of them, not even the slightest damage.

It's really desperate, it's a deep despair from the bottom of my bones. As if no matter how hard they tried, the city just couldn't be destroyed! Deedric watched in pain as his men disappeared from the sky one after another, anxious but not sure what to do.

He was ordered to destroy the city of Seris, cut off the lines of communication with Iran Hill, completely destroy the rebel forces of the Holy Demon Empire, and kill the lowly mortals who led the rebellion.

But now, with the order still ringing in his ears, he had lost the courage to go forward and fight in the face of the enemy.

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"If these theories called science and technology continue to develop in this way, then the history of this world may really be rewritten." Standing by the window, looking at what was happening in front of him, Frenzberg muttered.

It was also the first time he had seen the city's air defenses in action, and the shocking spectacle reminded him of the great, impressive, large-scale magic. If it weren't for the pungent air around him constantly reminding him that he was now in Seris, he would have even suspected that he was within the Holy Demon Empire.

The archmage from the Holy Demon Empire looked up at the tracer bullets that filled the sky, drawing brilliant traces in the sky; He watched as the once-familiar dragons fell from the sky screaming, blood spilling as if it were raining; He also saw Dragon's Breath flames pouring down from the sky, destroying a towering turret in the distance.

"If war has always been so cruel, will we still wag war against the mortal empire like a child's play in the long years of the past?" He asked William, the equally obsessive apprentice standing beside him.

William shook his head, and then remembered that Frentzberg couldn't see himself shaking his head, so he opened his mouth and replied: "I think that if we had known that war would become so cruel, we would have been more friendly to these mortals in the past hundreds or even a thousand years. ”

"Yes! As it turns out, these mortals are also human, and although they are unable to learn powerful magic, they eventually use their wisdom to create an equally brilliant and great civilization. Frentzberg exclaimed, then withdrew his gaze from the battlefield.

"It's a good thing we're here, now it's time to get to know these mortals, to master greater knowledge, to become stronger—it's not too late if we're here." William looked at Frentzberg's back and spoke out to reassure.

"Let's go! Let's go meet our old friends from the Holy Demon Empire...... If they carry a magic booster, so much the better. The Grand Magician Frenzberg walked out of the room as he spoke, and he walked down the stairs step by step, the white robe on his body giving him a bit of a fairy spirit.

"Yes! It's time for us to give it a try, and if it's a little late, I guess there won't be a few of these old friends left. William smiled lightly, only to find that his laughter was full of embarrassment.

After all, those dragon knights were all soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire, they were compatriots of the same country not long ago, but now they are divided into two camps. Even if they have different positions, it is still not good to see these dragon knights who have worked together die in front of their eyes.

The two men descended the stairs one after the other and got into a carriage prepared for them. Soon the carriage was up and running, galloping along the flat concrete road towards the war zone on the edge of the city.

"We have already lost more than half of them, and it is more efficient to use the tactics I said to disperse the field troops that attacked them." Ildo shouted in the sky to the Grand Knight of Dyderic, who had no master of the six gods.

His voice was so weak in the strong currents that he couldn't even make out what he was saying without careful recognition. Even with the enhancement of magic, communicating with each other in the sky is still a very troublesome thing.

The distracted Didric didn't listen to Ildor's suggestion clearly, and his attention was still all on the battlefield, because he saw a light suddenly lit up on the enemy's position, representing the allies of the Holy Demon Empire.

The soft magical glow was so different from the glare of the gunpowder burning and tracer bullets that it was impossible to ignore.

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Seeing everyone clamoring for Long Ling to add a change, Long Ling forgot about the uncomfortable and excited change...... I really can't add it today, so let's stop here, I ask for your support, and the dragon spirit is here to thank you.