"It's definitely not that the radar is broken." Staring at the LCD screen in front of him, the radar operator said very firmly.

Of course, it's not that the radar is broken, Iran Hill has produced close to 500 AWACS aircraft of various types, and the situation where the radar display is broken has only happened 3 times so far.

These three times were in the earliest days, when there was a problem with the radar display that had just been equipped with the troops—and since then, this kind of problem has almost never appeared again.

"Definitely not...... We have already applied for a reconnaissance plane to go directly to the vicinity to reconnoitre, and now we have received an order to return and disengage. The commander of the AWACS aircraft standing beside him had a solemn face and spoke.

They had just received the order to return home, because in this direction, that is, south of Angchar, they had spotted a dense group of demonic forces heading north.

The enemy's fleet is due south! This was their own message back to Angchar, and then a large B-52 reconnaissance plane on patrol in the vicinity was ordered to get close to investigate whether the demonic fleet was real.

"The size of the enemy is unimaginable...... There are almost thousands of warships on the radar, and there is a huge floating city! "Angerchar, in the princess's special command car, an officer reported the latest investigation results to Vivien.

The whole of Angshire has entered a state of first-class combat readiness, and the air defense forces of Ellan Hill have also entered their own defensive positions.

"There's no news yet, and we're waiting for a report......," the commander said, with his chin held high, to Princess Vivien, who was seated, and to Queen Andrea, an elven who was sitting next to the princess.

Vivien rubbed the patterned porcelain cup with her beautiful, slender fingers, feeling the warmth of the bitter tea inside: "Have you informed General Medias?" ”

"Report! It's been notified! He is already directing the battle within the headquarters......" The officer immediately replied: "By order of General Madias, the nuclear bomb is ready!" As soon as it is confirmed that the enemy forces do exist and are massive, they can be launched immediately. ”

The selection of the commander of the expeditionary force has always been a difficult problem for the Elanhill Empire, and many generals and even Marshal Waghlon have personally asked for help, hoping to command the expeditionary force to fight in the Demon Realm.

Chris was certainly reluctant to let the loyal Marshal Wagron take the risk himself, and the generals who were in charge of the elite armies, Chris did not want to move easily.

What's more, the troops fighting in the Demon Realm may not be able to fight large-scale offensive operations in the early stage, and they are mainly defense-oriented, which makes Chris think of the "old turtle" Madías who can fight defensive battles the most.

When it comes to fighting defensive battles, even famous generals such as Wilkes and Modlaire seem to be inferior to this old aristocratic general.

As a result, Chris transferred Madias to take over the Demon Expeditionary Force and temporarily take charge of all the armies in the Demon Realm.

The old general also lived up to expectations, steadily occupied the entire Storm Islands, firmly controlled the Storm Sea, and established a strong stronghold of the expeditionary force.

Now, the demon's counterattack has finally begun in full swing, and for the first time since arriving in the Demon Realm, Madias is fully dressed, and the long sword that seems to never leave him at his waist is standing in his command position.

……

At the southernmost end of the Storm Sea, directly in front of the Demonic Fleet that stretched out as far as the eye could see, a B-52 reconnaissance plane dragged a long plume of smoke and crashed into the not-so-calm sea.

In the sky, the airman who parachuted out of the Iran Hill Air Force looked desperately at the blood-red and terrifying figure not far from him.

Just now, outside the cockpit of the B-52 reconnaissance plane, which was hovering at an altitude of 10,000 meters at full power, a terrifying figure wearing fiery red armor and flying rapidly without wings appeared.

No, she's not Iron Man, she's the strongest existence of the Demon Race, the Demon King Aresia, who was created by the origin of magic.

She used terrifying speed to catch up with the reconnaissance plane, which could only fly at subsonic speeds, and then broke through the magical defense barrier on the reconnaissance plane with both hands, tearing off the huge wing of the B-52 reconnaissance plane with sheer strength.

Then, the reconnaissance plane lost control and crashed on the course of the huge fleet of demons, leaving only a stain of oil and debris on the surface of the sea.

"Lord Demon King!" Several demon generals who had caught up flapped their wings and stopped behind Aresia, staring at the parachutes that were slowly descending.

As soon as Aresia gave the order, these demon generals could immediately rush forward and eat these soldiers hanging from parachutes alive.

"The enemy has already discovered us......" Irelia levitated in the air, looking with interest at the parachute slowly falling not far in front of her, and commanded, "Let the fleet speed up!" ”

"These invaders of the Magical Continent ......" One of the demon generals pointed at the pilots and navigators of Ellan Hill, ready to rush up and slash off the other's heads.

"Take it back! To be complete! Aresia pondered her words for a moment and commanded, "Don't get killed, you'll be injured too, let the succubus interrogate you and see if you can ask something useful." ”

"But my lord, before we ...... and the invaders of the Magic Continent...... They are all ...... who leave no prisoners"

"I've changed my rules now! In the future, captured captives are not allowed to be disposed of at will! It is necessary to take care of them in a unified manner...... If you can interrogate, interrogate as clearly as possible! Aresia scolded impatiently, then turned and flew towards the floating city of Sestos in the center of the fleet.

The other demon generals looked at the scolded companion, smiled gloatingly, and turned away. They were so fast that in the blink of an eye, they were only the size of small black dots.

One of the demon generals left behind, pressing his long sword, stared at the Iran Hill pilots who were about to fall into the sea, and shouted loudly: "Take them back!" Can't hurt them! This is an order from His Majesty the Demon King! ”

Following his order, the dragons who had been hovering around for a long time, salivating over the air-dried bacon hanging under the parachute, let out a low roar of frustration, and finally used their huge bodies to catch the enemies who were about to fall into the sea.

These Iranhill pilots, who don't know if they were unlucky or lucky, had already trembled with fear when they fell on the back of a dragon covered in scales and barbs - no way, what normal person would not be frightened when sitting on the back of a dragon?

What's more, they all knew that before that, neither side had the habit of keeping prisoners! So their current identity is more like a snack like luncheon meat, and the chance of survival is basically zero......