"Bump Bump!" Burrison wielded his assault rifle and fired fiercely at the approaching foes. He could see through his scope the tracer bullets he had fired, drawing straight green lines and flying towards those nimble figures.

The figure shuttled back and forth through countless tracer bullets, avoiding most of the deadly attacks, but maintaining a very rapid forward momentum.

This is definitely not the strength that ordinary demon officers can have, this is at least something that a strong opponent at the level of a demon general can do.

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

With these questions on his mind, Burrison's movements did not hesitate in the slightest. He unloaded his empty magazine, replaced it with a new one, pulled the bolt, and continued to fire wildly.

One after another, shell casings fell at his feet, first in the dirt, and now on top of the earlier ones.

The sheer size of these full-powered cartridge casings means that the muzzle velocity of large-caliber assault rifle bullets is astonishing and terrifying.

If you want to block such ammunition, the thickness of the magical defense barrier can be imagined. Being able to use this level of magical defense barrier on their own, the magical attainments of these white-robed people can definitely be described as peaking.

"Boom!" On a hillside in the distance, a 155 mm howitzer shell exploded, kicking up a cloud of dirt. The raised rubble flew everywhere, and in the sky of rubble and dirt, more white-robed people were rushing forward.

One of them even had a flag in his hand, and on this banner, there was a red magic flame.

"Damn, who the hell are these?" The platoon commander of a platoon ran out of a magazine, threw the empty one on the ground, pulled out a new assault rifle from his chest, and cursed in a low voice.

Beside him, one of the Iran Hill soldiers had already aimed his weapon in the air and threw a large-caliber grenade at the other side with a grenade hanging from under the assault rifle.

Just above their heads, the 20 mm cannon on the armored vehicle behind them was firing wildly, but few of these shells could directly hit the target, and sometimes they barely hit the target, and they could not directly penetrate the opponent's defensive barrier.

The battle was a bitter battle from the start, and for the first time, the Ellen Hill Heavy Grenadiers, who were like a tourist along the way, had to face a formidable enemy of their own.

"Boom!" A white-robed man who had rushed to a distance of 50 meters was suddenly enveloped by a violent explosion.

It was an infantry mine, a deceitful mine planted during defense. Now the thunderbolt did what it was supposed to do, and a huge explosion engulfed the target trying to get past it.

In the next second, an embarrassed figure rushed out of the flames formed by the explosion, and then the figure rolled and burned on the ground, twisting and deforming. The white robe was long gone due to the explosion, and all that was left was a shapeless body condensed by magic.

The wounded monster twisted and struggled on the ground before finally collapsing and exploding due to the loss of stability. Like a lit arsenal, it exploded into a black mushroom cloud that even affected the defensive positions of the Eranhill Heavy Armored Grenadier fifty meters away.

The rest of the white-robed men continued on their way without hesitation, and soon a second white-robed man rushed in front of the Iran Hill grenadiers, and this time he was lucky not to have stepped on a deadly mine along the way.

"A row! Draw your sword! White-knuckle combat! Burrison shouted loudly, and then drew the sword at his waist.

The movements were uniform, and all the soldiers around him drew their long swords, and they jumped out of the trench, pointing their sharp sword tips at the white-robed men who rushed towards them.

"Kill!" All of them roared, not just to scare their enemies, but to make themselves determined and excited.

"For Ran Hill!" Burrison also jumped out of the trench, waving his long sword and rushing at the white-robed enemy directly in front of him: "Long live Your Majesty the Emperor!" ”

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

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

Even if Burrison was wearing a powered exoskeleton, he could clearly feel the tremor coming from his wrist - the strength of the other party was quite large, and it could be matched with the power of the powered exoskeleton!

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

Because it was just one confrontation, the long sword made of stainless steel in the white-robed man's hand was split into a huge gap.

The screeching sound of sparks splashing and metal crashing together makes people's hairs stand on end. Burrison didn't have time to think about it, so he slashed out the second sword with a backhand. And his opponent did not retreat, but also bullied forward, blocking Burrison's attack with the long sword in his hand.

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

The white-robed man did not panic in the slightest, he lost and discarded 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 back off, but the computer in the power armor helped him react in the right way. A magical defensive barrier in front of him quickly condensed and formed, blocking the white-robed man's fireball technique.

In the flash of lightning, Burrison felt a huge impact, and his body involuntarily leaned back, and he took several steps back in a row before he could barely stabilize his figure.

It was something he had never felt before, and after putting on the power exoskeleton, he went head-to-head with an ordinary demon officer, and he never took half a step back.

"Seventeen percent of the sensor in the left hand is damaged! The explosive release of reserve energy consumes 22 ...... The face sensor is restarted, and the completion rate is 95%! Inside the headphones, the mechanical voice was cold, indicating that the functions of various parts of the body were impaired.

"Click...... Squeak......" moved his left hand, and Burrison took the long sword in his hand and rushed at the white-robed man with black smoke in his palm again.