"His Majesty's speech is not over yet...... General Durando reminded as he sat straight in the back of the car.

The driver hurriedly turned on the radio, and after a noisy electrical disturbance, Chris's voice came clearly through the radio: "Defeat the demon!" For world peace, for the security of the empire...... Iran Hill ...... Banzai! ”

"Your Majesty the Emperor! Banzai! Everyone in the luxury car, which belonged to the headquarters of the 4th Army Group, responded to the voice on the radio with their chin held high.

"My Emperor...... Banzai! On the docks, all the soldiers stood up and saluted, facing the direction of the motherland, responding to the voice of their emperor.

"Long live Iran Hill!" The entire Demon Realm, wherever there are soldiers of Iran Hill, can hear such a shout. The shout resounded through the sky, one louder than the other.

"Long live Iran Hill!" The heavily armored grenadier with a 10mm assault rifle pulled the trigger, and the bullet he fired knocked down the demon soldiers in front of him, who managed to escape the bombardment in the sky and were surrounded by humans before they could regroup.

They rushed to this position from thousands of miles away, only to find that the human defense line was not chaotic, and those divine attendants who broke through the human defense line did not know where they went.

Now, they are greeted by the torture of all kinds of human soldiers, these demonic rapid assault troops with no heavy weapons to cover and only light weapons, are not at all the opponents of the human soldiers who are waiting for them.

"Long live the Ranhill Empire!" A human non-commissioned officer pressed a red button in front of the complex panel, and a surface-to-surface long-range tactical missile whizzed up from the launch position in the distance and disappeared into the sky.

After being attacked by the white-robed god attendants on several positions, Elanhill's missile unit also stabilized its position under the cover of many ordinary infantry.

The threat of attack by the white-robed god attendant has been suppressed, and now the long-range firepower of the human race is gradually beginning to recover.

"Long live the Ranhill Empire!" An Elanhill grenadier with his assault rifle approached the white-robed man with a long sword on the other side.

The white robe was covered with stains, and the corners were tattered. With a long sword in his hand, he stepped back step by step in the face of countless human soldiers.

He had already killed hundreds of human soldiers, but there were more and more human soldiers in front of him. Each of these human soldiers was a threat to him, and he had to expend a lot of magic to protect his body.

After all, he has been homogenized by magic, and he has an almost immortal life, but his body is also fragile and dangerous. If consumed by unstable magical energy, he will explode and there will be nothing left.

God's servant is God's servant and God's slave. They used to be the most powerful magicians of the demons and humans, and they followed the guidance of the origin of magic and became the most powerful legion in this world.

They are invincible and invincible, and are the most powerful soldiers under the command of the Origin of Magic. But now, the god attendant found himself surrounded by a group of weak ants who couldn't even do magic!

The near-infinite amount of magical energy was about to run out, and the annoying steel bullets were so fast that he had to invoke magic again and again to defend his body - but there were so many bullets that he couldn't block all the attacks.

"Serve...... God! He let out a muffled roar, then stopped backing and stepped forward with his sword.

"Bump Bump!" His shouts were answered by the more secret sound of gunfire. Countless bullets struck the magical defense barrier in front of the white-robed man, and the spark splash looked as shocking as if it had hit a steel flower.

A few seconds later, the white-robed god attendant rushed into the crowd of Ellan Hill soldiers, wielding his sword and slashing through the crowd.

The red blood was carried by his sword, and one of the soldiers of Iran Hill fell to the ground clutching his wounds. But behind the white-robed man, he was also hit by several bullets, and under the tattered white robe, the energy was surging Peng Bai began to get out of control.

"Keep firing!" Led by the officer Iran Hill, he rushed in front of the white-robed man with his assault rifle in his hand.

"Tubu!" Another volley of bullets struck the white-robed man's chest, and this time, his chest was no longer protected by a magical defensive barrier.

"Boom!" A huge explosion rang out in the crowd, and more than a dozen Iran Hill soldiers were swept away by the blast and fell to the ground covered in blood.

Small snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and the remaining Iran Hill soldiers gathered around, rescuing their companions, and then picking up a strand of white cloth left on the ground with their bayonets, and cheered loudly.

"Long live Iran Hill!" They shouted unscrupulously, and the shouts shook the heavens and the earth! They have defeated magic, and they have defeated the gods with mortal bodies!

Not far behind them, a surface-to-surface tactical missile whizzed up and rushed to the distant horizon. A few seconds later, the second missile took off into the air with a deafening sound, as if the Ranhill Empire was roaring.

Farther away there is a forest, where several large-caliber self-propelled howitzers are adjusting their firing angles, and a makeshift tent belonging to the battalion headquarters is being set up.

On the other side of the camp, hundreds of trucks carrying various ammunition crowded the road, and on both sides of the roadbed, there were soldiers who could not see the end at a glance.

The Elanhill grenadiers carried their own weapons, a variety of weapons on the slightly muddy road.

Countless muzzles swayed slightly from side to side with the footsteps of the soldiers carrying them. There is the muzzle of an assault rifle, there is the muzzle of a light machine gun, and there is a thick bazooka.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" When the soldiers heard that the emperor had finished his speech, they also let out a mountain of shouts.

They had come all the way from Seris, past the Arante, past Dothan, past Higgs, past Veronza, and through the Holy Demon Empire......

Now, they have gone to the other world, to the origin of magic. They're going to overthrow a god, they're going to conquer a whole new world!

What could be more exhilarating than that? Therefore, their heartfelt cry, only the cry can express their infinite love for their Emperor Majesty.

With their shouts, another mushroom cloud rose at the end of the horizon, and a fifth nuclear bomb smashed on the heads of the assembled demon army......