A fourth shell followed, which pierced Sarudis's chest and turned his entire chest into rotten flesh.

Black blood flowed onto the asphalt, and Sarudis's body fell, turning into energy and surging on the ground.

"It seems...... Prince-level demons are condensed by magic itself. Chris looked at the magical energy on the ground and said, "The rest of the things can't be done by physical attacks." I'll leave it to you......"

As soon as his words fell, Vivien began to attack. Her hands lit up with a new magic array, and an outpouring of energy began to form, and the dwarf Morakot on the side also raised the giant axe surrounded by thunder and lightning at this time.

Naturally, Falai will not be idle, he has already prepared the attack magic, you must know that in the original elven territory, another demon prince Saruhis, the pain caused to the elven race, he knows very well.

As a client, of course, he knew how difficult it was to take out a demon prince - now, Iran Hill actually killed two demon princes casually, this kind of power is absolutely suffocating.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, in the turret of the Sky Battleship, the electromagnetic cannon track, which had melted due to too much heat, had been cooled down, and then replaced by a mechanical arm that had been waiting for a long time.

Even the deformed track is coated with a layer of chocolate, and the round luster of the roast makes you appetize when you look at it.

Because the heat is too high, these raw materials have to be replaced with each launch, and then replaced with a new orbit, which is the fatal flaw of this weapon. It cannot be fired continuously, and can only pause for ten minutes after each attack.

This is also due to the automation of rail changes and an efficient cooling system. Only then can the entire weapon device reach the level of practical use.

A rail that was steaming even after being cooled by ice magic and high conductivity metal fell into the scrap collection device with a loud bang. On the other hand, the fully automatic robotic arm responsible for installation has already begun to install the new launch rail.

The 500 mm caliber cannons at the left and right ends of the Sky Battleship have been replaced with this electromagnetic cannon, which is also a completely new improvement, giving the Sky Battleship a super strike capability against point targets.

Combined with the computer-controlled targeting system, this weapon can meet the combat requirements of firing at human-sized targets, and the accuracy of hitting is also high and terrifying.

Because this weapon has no recoil, and at the same time it has no ballistic error, under the precise control of the computer, it can even accurately hit a target the size of a soda bottle, which can definitely be said to be a miracle of the fusion of modern technology and magic technology.

The surging magical aura that had been beaten by the outpouring of energy and only the strength of struggle was finally dissipated into the air. The fourth prince of the demons lost his life a few minutes after he was born in the city of Seris.

And at the same moment, the magic eyes far away in the Endless Sea, as well as the magic eyes in the original elven territory, began to stir.

It seems that the Origin of Magic has also become angry, its aggression has been stopped again and again, and its men have been eliminated one after another, which has made it manic.

As a result, countless demons poured out from these places, and for a while, the roars of demons were everywhere around these magic eyes, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Of course, at this moment in the city of Iran Hillserys, Chris did not know that the climax of another invasion of the demon army had begun.

He also stood on the pavement, smiling and thanking the Elven Queen, "Thank you so much for coming to help...... If it's not for you......"

"Your Majesty! If you're just saying thank you, don't say any more. You know what I'm here for. We have our purpose, so we pay, in fact, you don't have to care. The Elven Queen interrupted Chris, stared at the dissipated Sarudis on the ground, and said, "He may not really be dead. ”

"It doesn't matter, if I can kill him once, I can kill him a second time." Chris didn't care, and said, "Since we met, how about I receive Her Majesty the Queen tonight and have dinner together?" ”

"That's for the best." The elven queen looked at Chris's face and agreed to Chris's suggestion: "Everything can be arranged according to the etiquette of your country, there is no problem on my side, just follow the customs." ”

Falai misses Seris's food, he enjoyed it the last time he came, and this time he naturally wants to try the delicious food that he misses again.

After all, unlike the natural and fresh cuisine, Iran Hill has some food cuisines, which are known for their complexity, and the taste is definitely very different from the food of the elves, which is worth savoring again and again.

"Mr. Farley can come along, too." Chris opened his mouth and invited: "It stands to reason that you are already our old friends, and dining together is the hospitality of Ellen Hill." ”

When Falai heard this invitation, the smile on his face could not be hidden. He nodded slightly, and opened his mouth to respond to Chris's invitation: "Very honored, Your Majesty! It's a pleasure to be friends with Alan Hill. ”

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"Who are you? Who is it? Looking at the parachuted Ellan Hill fighter pilot in the distance, the archon, who had been transformed into a giant, yelled in annoyance.

On a distant ridge, a fallen F-15 fighter was burning, its crash leaving a charred mark on the ground, one engine scattered, and the entire fuselage badly damaged by the explosion.

It was a man he had never seen before, and the old man was riding on the back of a dragon like a dragon knight.

However, the archon knew that this person was not an ordinary dragon knight of the Holy Demon Empire, and the magical aura emanating from the other party's body made him, the soul who had been transformed into a puppet, tremble.

Before the old man could speak, the dragon under his crotch spoke: "We've been guests in Irlanhill for a long time, and we like the atmosphere here...... If you're here to make trouble, get out of here! ”

A talking dragon, which made the archon understand at once how terrible the other party really was.

On his expressionless face, the talking mechanism began to work, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, a hair-making sound: "I'm going to kill Chris!" Since you're magicians, get out of the way...... Road! Chris, must die! ”

"Didn't I say you, with your little ability, you still want to kill Chris? Are you kidding? The dragon sneered, as if it had heard some funny joke.

The old man on the back of the dragon spoke at this time, first interrupting the chatter of his mount: "Ivan, enough! He's already a puppet, so don't reason with him......"

The dragon, known as Ivan, closed its mouth and stared at the archon in the distance with cold eyes, as if it were staring at a target that was about to be hunted.

Since this dragon is called Ivan, the old man riding on the back of the dragon is naturally the old magician Eriter who has come to support Iran Hill, but has never had the opportunity to fight.

He has been living in Irlanhill and has even taken his wife with him. Originally, the family lived in harmony, and it was not bad to be used as a tourist attraction for people to visit.

But the archon in front of him was in a fight with the F-15 fighter jet that took off and intercepted him by Iran Hill near his house, and the old man, who had been touched by Iran Hill's privileged life, decided to do something about his new home.

So, a powerful old magician who could compete with Telavish and Longsardle, but who liked to live in seclusion, stopped the way of the archon.

"Get out of the way!" The archon roared and rushed towards his target, and it was only then that the scars behind him were revealed.

The downed F-15 fighter also caused considerable damage to him, and the archon's seemingly indestructible body was no longer at his peak at this moment.

Dozens of sorties of F-15 fighters, plus hundreds of fighters of various types of encirclement and interception - the archon did not know where he had hit, but he knew that he had little time to waste here.

He's going to kill Ellan Hill's capital, where he can get the damn Chris and tear him to pieces!

"Energy...... Pouring! Eric didn't talk nonsense, and directly used the attack skills of a high-level magician, allowing his magical energy to surge towards the archon who rushed straight towards him like a pillar of light.

The archon pushed forward with both hands, creating one magical defensive barrier after another in front of him.

But these magical defensive barriers didn't stop the outpouring of energy, which shattered one after another.

After all, an archon of a second-rate magic empire who is not even a mage master cannot catch up with a real mage powerhouse in terms of magic level.

He only relied on his body to be transformed, and a large amount of magical energy was stored in the huge volume, so that he could exert a strength similar to that of a law saint.

However, once encountering a real magic master, there was a gap in the magic used, and the fact that the archon was not a magic saint was immediately highlighted.

"Boom!" With a huge explosion, the archon's body was hit by a downpour of magical energy, exploding in the sky, shattering into countless parts of various shapes.

Before he could even let out a scream, the last elder of the Holy Demon Empire disappeared into the sky of the Holy Demon Empire.

"I'm hungry......" Ivan opened his mouth to nag as he flapped his wings.

"Go home...... Eat dinner. Eric withdrew his hands and narrowed his eyes as if he was enjoying the sun: "Old man...... After such a fight, my whole body hurts......"