"Origin of Magic...... Banzai! Raising his sword, a demonic officer looked at the beachhead that appeared on the surface of the sea, and cried out with joy, "Let those damned aliens see how good we are!" ”

After a lot of hardships and terrible explosions, they finally saw where the enemy was! They can finally take on the hateful enemy in a way they are familiar with.

Along the way, they were overwhelmed by the shock just by looking at the earth-shattering explosion above their heads, blocked by the spatial barrier, and now they need to vent, vent the fear they have suppressed in their hearts along the way.

Although the demons did not admit that they had fear in their hearts, they were still afraid, afraid of the destruction that could burn even their souls!

Just as Aresia thought, they felt that only demons deserved the kind of devastating power. They hate the enemy who has mastered these powers, and they hate them from the bottom of their bones.

If it were possible, they would also like to master this terrible ability, this ability that can easily change the pattern of warfare!

"Whew!" With his shout, an oncoming cannonball flew past his scalp. It was a shell from the Iran Hill shore defense gun, and it was sinking extremely fast.

Before he could shrink his neck, the shell had already passed over where he was standing, and hit the towering mast behind him.

The mast snapped in response, and then the terrifying explosion erupted in the stern of the ship, and the ignited magic cannon instantly turned into a crater, and flew into the sky with a loud bang.

Before the demonic officer could react, a tragic explosion occurred in the stern behind him, and even a section of the deck flew near the other ships.

When the poor demon officer barely stood up and looked back to see what had happened to the battleship he was on, all he saw was a sea of fire, devouring the lives of countless demons.

The cannonballs that Iran Hill swept at him were so dense and so terrifying. Many demon warships exploded at this moment, and the entire fleet was filled with thick smoke.

This is not a war, this is a one-sided massacre in itself. Alan Hill's tactical nuclear weapons have begun to block the demon's reinforcements, and the demons on the follow-up ships are almost all feeding the fish in the sea at this moment.

What's even more terrifying is that due to the communication disorder caused by nuclear weapons, the demon's magical communication equipment is no longer usable. They couldn't get in touch with Sestos, and they didn't know if the demon fleet on other sides still existed.

The huge gap between ancient wars and modern wars in terms of information communication is now unobstructed. Each demon force was under tremendous psychological pressure, and their attacks became timid as a result.

After all, when a commander does not know whether the other commanders have completed their mission, and does not know whether other friendly forces will appear on the battlefield according to the plan, the determination to fight will be shaken countless times.

In fact, the demon army is already very tenacious, and if it were replaced by other ordinary troops, it is estimated that a large-scale rout has already begun at this time.

"Login! Log in! This is the opportunity that Your Majesty has won for us! For the origin of magic! Offensive! Reckless attack! Victory is already at hand! With a sense of desperate grief and indignation, the demon commanders on the other ships continued to shout slogans of encouragement to their men.

And at the same moment, the battleship of the demon commander who had just been hit completely exploded into a cloud of flames across the sea, and the entire battleship began to break and sink.

However, although one demon ship after another was sunk, many more demon ships began to approach the coastline, and they laid down countless demon forces and began to bombard the coastline of Ellan Hill with magic cannons.

At this moment in the battle, the two sides finally began to attack each other in the true sense, and the demonic magic cannonball finally landed on the position where the armored grenadiers of Elanhill were stationed.

"Boom!" A magic cannonball shattered a pile of sandbags and kicked up countless pieces of gravel that landed on the helmet of the Elan Hill Panzergrenadier.

Captain Burrison tapped his helmet twice, then spat the sand mixed in his mouth into the dirt beneath his feet, and looked coldly at the demon warship in the distance through the gap in the trench.

There was no expression on his face, no fear and no excitement. After all, he is already a veteran of several battles, and he has long been accustomed to seeing life and death, and he has long been accustomed to blood and violence.

From the moment he came here, he knew that he was here to fight, and he was going to kill like crazy here until he was victorious or killed.

This is the glory of the Iran Hill Grenadier, there is no word for defeat in their dictionary, and in their world, after the battle begins, there are only two options: victory and death.

"Prepare for battle!" He turned his head, looked behind him, and shouted loudly to his soldiers.

With his deep shouts, the soldiers crouching in the trenches began to stand up at the sound of a slight mechanical turn.

Slightly taller than normal, the new hoplites, dressed in exoskeleton battle armor, took up their weapons and prepared for battle in the trenches.

On the other side, under the cover of the magical defense barrier, the demon army finally stepped on the knee-high water and washed up on the soft sand.

They lined up in an unhurried formation under the artillery fire, and then walked in a neat step, little by little, approaching the defensive position of Iran Hill.

"These demons are quite organized...... No matter how you look at it, it's stronger than those demon troops we encountered before......" On the battlefield, an Iran Hill grenadier looked at those Iran Hill and gave these brave demons a very pertinent evaluation: "The demon troops of the Demon Realm seem to be the main force......

However, some people disagreed with his words, and the other soldier standing beside him retorted with a sneer: "Don't make trouble, they call it looking for death......"

"Sir! They have already entered the combat range of our army! Do you want to show them how good we are? A soldier wearing a heavily armored exoskeleton walked up to Burrison's side, a cruel smile on his face, and asked.

"Wait! It's not much fun. Burrison sneered, and then looked at the phalanx full of demons on the opposite side: "What I like the most is to give these demons a little hope, and then take it with my own hands!" ”