"Order all the demon generals to dispatch! All out! Fly me to the other side's beachhead! Kill me! Kill me! Seeing that the situation was already one-sided, the commander-in-chief of the demon general drew the long sword at his waist and gave the order to attack everyone around him.

He now knew that it was unrealistic to sit at the head of the city and wait for the slow-moving Floating City of Makasilo to reach the human defenses, or rather approach the shoreline.

If he insists on continuing to fight in this way, the last chance of victory will be far away from him.

Therefore, he drew the long sword from his waist in his heart, and prepared to personally lead the high-level demon troops to kill the human defense line and create enough trouble for the other party!

This choice also has his little calculation in it - he thinks that as long as the high-level demons destroy those large weapons of war that can threaten the floating city of Makasilo, the human race will not have anything to fear.

In fact, in a sense, his idea is indeed correct. As long as the terrible war machines of mankind are destroyed, then the combat effectiveness of human beings is indeed not to be feared.

A human without weapons may not be as threatening as a wolf. Even the most well-trained warrior doesn't have the slightest advantage when it comes to facing a demon dog.

Not to mention, the demons also have more advanced demon soldiers, and the combat power of these demon soldiers is much, much stronger than the demon dog.

"My lord, now that our landing force has not landed on the other side's coastline in time, is it appropriate to send an elite at this time?" The dark shadow asked, a little worried.

"You know what? If we don't step up our attack, then no matter how many elites we have, we won't have a chance to launch a new attack! The demon general explained impatiently.

He saw that many of the demon warships under his feet had been sunk, and few of the warships that had been messed up had yet come close to the coastline of Elanhill.

What annoyed him even more was that, according to his judgment, the human naval fleet that was very fast and surrounded his decoy interception fleet was already close in time.

When those terrible warships arrived, there would be no way for him to fight this battle.

No, the Makasillo Floating City in front of him can't even crash into a human city.

After carefully calculating the power in his hands, the demon commander decided to take the lead in using elite troops to assault the human defenses, desperately losing the losses to disrupt some human defenses.

After all, no matter what, only by disrupting the combat deployment of the human race and causing an accident to the other party can he have the opportunity to jump out of the interlocking trap of the human race and use his own rhythm to fight a battle that is more suitable for his side.

Of course, his calculation ideas are all good, but how much of a role they can play is something that only God can know.

On the surface of the sea, white tracks appeared in the field of vision of the demon fleet, and on these demon warships full of soldiers, the soldiers leaning on the side of the ship widened their eyes and saw those demons from underwater.

The number of conventional submarines in Alan Hill is much, much more than the number of nuclear submarines. Not only in the fleet defending the harbor, but also in the independent submarine group, using wolf pack tactics to fight against the demonic sea supply lines.

And the Northern Fleet, because it has only been restored for a short time, has a slightly larger number of submarines than the number of surface ships.

These conventional submarines, which usually can't keep up with nuclear submarines and can only cruise near the shore in most cases, are now just ushering in their long-awaited prey.

Dozens of conventionally powered submarines had been on the underwater standby for a long time, and once the demon fleet had entered the ambush circle, they began their attack.

One submarine launches two torpedoes, and dozens of submarines can launch more than a hundred torpedoes at the same time.

Even if there were torpedoes that would attack the same target, these more than 100 torpedoes would be enough to sink more than seventy demon warships.

"Well, that's a human 'torpedo'!" A demonic officer shouted a word that was still relatively unfamiliar to him.

Torpedo, a foreign word coined by Iran Hill himself, is exactly the same as tanks and kilometers, and has never appeared on this continent.

However, with the expansion of Ellan Hill, as well as the paraphrasing and propaganda before the surrender of the puppet empire, the demons have also begun to use these new words "created" by Ran Hill on a large scale.

Hearing the word torpedo, the faces of the others changed dramatically - most demons are not afraid of death, and if they can die for the origin of magic, they will feel that they deserve to die. But they don't want to die in such an unknown way, don't they die in vain if they die in such a place?

If they were to be allowed to carry weapons and fight each other, and then die in bloody battles, they would not take it for granted—but if they were allowed to die without even seeing the enemy's face, a fool would be willing, right?

"Accelerate! Left full rudder! Circumvent! Fast! Circumvent! Someone shouted loudly on the deck in despair, seeing the white track perpendicular to the side side, and thus came into close contact with the battleship he was on.

"Boom!" A huge explosion resounded in the sky, and a huge column of water rose from the sea, lifting the entire demon battleship.

Because of the gravity at both ends of the battleship, the battleship broke apart from the middle, and then because the water surface fell, the middle bulge fell back into the water again, and a large amount of seawater poured into it in an instant.

The bow of the ship held on to the railing on the side of the ship, and the demon officer who had not been thrown out tried to straighten up in embarrassment, but found that his sense of balance had been completely lost.

He staggered to his feet, clinging to the ship's side railing, and before he could stand his feet, he saw another violent explosion in the broken stern.

Just look at the pale blue light, it was the magical power core in the stern of the ship, which had exploded due to the vibration. In an instant, the entire stern of the ship, which had broken and disjointed, exploded, turning into countless tiny fragments and falling into the raging sea nearby.

The demonic officer only saw the explosion because his ears had lost their hearing. The sound of the torpedo explosion just now made him unable to hear anything, and all he could think of was thousands of bees circling and diving.

Because of the large amount of seawater pouring into the fracture, the deck at the front of the demon warship also began to tilt. The fixed chains of a huge siege vehicle parked on the deck snapped, and the massive hull ran over the unconscious demon soldier and slid towards the center of the broken hull.

Immediately after, with the corpses of hundreds of demon soldiers, this huge siege vehicle fell into the sea and disappeared in the vortex in an instant.

More seawater poured into the demon ship's indelicate compartments, and as the water poured in, the remaining half of the ship began to tilt more and more.

The bow of the ship, which was not sharp, was raised high, and the part that was originally underwater was exposed to the surface of the water. The sea creatures that were attached to the hull of the ship also saw the light of day again at this moment.

Gripping the railing beside him, the demon officer hurriedly pulled his armor as he watched a demon soldier screaming and sliding down the deck into the swirling water.

It has to be said that it is simply ironic that the heavy armor that can save one's life under the enemy's sword has become a life-threatening shackle at this moment.

Seeing the battleship sinking, the floating splintered planks and some tattered sea surfaces getting closer and closer to him, the demon officer, who had just ripped off the arm guard on his arm and had not had time to take off his breastplate, closed his eyes in despair.

The swirling, cold, desperate waters of the sea rushed to the face. Engulfed him along with the railing he was holding, and never surfaced again.

"Shouldn't I shout Long live the Origin of Magic?" In the midst of the whirlwind of the world, the demon officer, with his eyes closed, felt the sea water dip into his nostrils and press into his heart and lungs, and thought crankily with the last of his consciousness.

It's just that before he has an answer to his cranky thoughts, the boundless darkness swallows him. Sinking with him, there are also struggling, demon soldiers in all kinds of poses.

Just as the demon battleship sank, hundreds of demon soldiers with fleshy wings behind their swords flew out of the floating city of Macasilo.

And at about the same time, the third salvo of Ellan Hill's electromagnetic cannon hit Macasillo, and the entire front of the city collapsed, and the sound of explosions was everywhere.

With the desperate explosion and collapse, the height of Macasillo also decreased little by little. Demons are hiding everywhere in the city, cracks are appearing in the streets, and some towering magic towers are beginning to break at the waist.

Like the sunken Vatirsa, the floating city is beginning to show signs of collapse. Even a huge city several kilometers wide could not hold up for long under the attack of large-caliber electromagnetic guns.

Those high-level demons who flew out also saw the appearance of Macasillo being hit behind them. They roared and slashed towards the human-controlled coastline, ready to cause some trouble for their opponents.

At their feet were demonic warships that had accelerated their impact on the coastline, and these battleships were full of demonic officers and soldiers who were ready to vent their anger.

On the other side, in front of the human, vine flags were lined up, and Falai sat on the back of his unicorn, squinting at the high-level demon army attacking in the distance.

Then, slowly, he raised his arm. Behind him, hundreds of elven archers wielded longbows carved with intricate patterns, arrows made of expensive wood resting on Mithril wrenches, arrows glittering with all kinds of magic.

Suddenly, Falai's arm slashed forward, and countless magic arrows, like a brilliant rainbow, flew towards the black clouds above the demon's head.