After the horrific explosion, everything seemed to return to calm. Just when all the demons thought that this nightmare was over, another cannonball of the same kind landed on the position of the demon defenders.

The first time you face hell, you are hopeless. The second time you face hell, even despair may have become a luxury.

The terrible explosion engulfed everything in the crater again, because the shells were so close to each other, so this new crater squeezed the other crater into a crescent shape.

The earth trembled in the explosion, and the corpses of many demons were buried in an instant by the falling gravel.

It was as if the whole world was shaking, and it took a lot of effort to even stand up. The demon soldiers who survived, those who lost their armor wandered around the position that had been completely scrapped, unable to hear the shouts of others, and staggered forward like lonely ghosts.

Less than five thousand kilometers away, on the calm sea, a huge fleet was moving forward.

The battleships made of heavy steel plates were uniformly painted gray, and the white broadside was spotless, and at a glance you knew that it had just been painted.

On the other side of the fleet, on the distant coastline, there were huge chimneys with billowing black smoke. It is an important production base for the Devil and one of the largest industrial cities in the southern region.

Originally, most of the demons in the southern region followed Aresia, preferring to live a good life and surrender to the Orchid Hill Empire.

It's just that the demons here are different, they are not willing to surrender to Iran Hill, they still worship the origin of magic, and regard that magical energy as their own belief.

So, Admiral Lawrence led the main fleet of the Iran Hill Imperial Navy to the south, and was ordered to destroy the faith of the demons in this city, or destroy the flesh of the other party!

"Buzzing ......" accompanied by the friction of machinery and the sound of motor working, on the deck of a battleship more than 250 meters long, the A turret began to slowly turn.

Then, behind this turret, turret B also began to turn. The two 500 mm guns on top of the turret were already pointing at the distant land.

At the same time, the rear of the battleship, the X turret, and the Y turret were also turning, pointing the guns in the direction where the coastline was located.

In the rear of this battleship, another battleship of the same class had already aimed all eight huge cannons in front and behind at the enemy in the distance.

Behind it, there was the third battleship of the same class, and the large-caliber guns on the battleship were already pointing to the same place.

On the other artillery cruisers that were guarding around the battleship, all those large and small guns had also raised their gun barrels.

"Boom!" On the first battleship, the two guns on turret A let out a roar, followed by the guns on turret B.

Then there is the gun on the Y turret, and then the gun on the X turret. In short, the first salvo of the Imperial fleet of Iran Hill began that morning.

The 500 mm cannon was the first to fire, followed by other guns that began to rain down their shells.

Shells rained down on the city that had been bombed just a few days earlier, and the port inside the Devil's City and the docks inside the port were enveloped in the explosion in less than a second.

It was a real rain of steel, large and small shells, breaking the silence of the entire city at once, and plunging the city that had just been bombed by human bombers a few days ago into a sea of fire again.

Who would have thought that these small workshops of the devil could easily resume production after the bombing, and even the production capacity was slightly increased......

It's a pity that this time, the fleet of the Irlanhill Empire came, and these warships carried much, much more ammunition than the bomber group.

A cannonball struck down a slender masonry chimney diagonally, causing it to snap off and crash into a nearby building.

Some parts of the city began to light up with magical defensive barriers, but they didn't seem to be doing anything.

As the cannonballs flew around, a demonic blacksmith hung the last of his constructed armor on the wall.

This is his job, he is to provide armor to the soldiers at the front, and to repair the old armor for them.

He looked at the black smoke from the explosion in the distance, mingling with the black smoke coming out of the chimneys, and sat down in front of his stove again.

As he picked up the hammer at his feet and prepared to forge a new armor, the sound of tearing the air drew closer and closer to the blacksmith's workshop where he was.

Before he could make any crouching movements, a 127 mm shell of naval guns smashed through the roof of the blacksmith's workshop.

Broken tiles, dirt, and sawdust fell, and the room was filled with a mist of dust.

"......" The demonic blacksmith carried the hammer in his hand, his eyes widened as he looked at the cannonball stuck in the ground only two paces away, and his face turned white with fright.

At this moment, he couldn't even get up and run away, because his legs were already so frightened that he couldn't even stand up.

He was relieved that the shell didn't explode, which is the only reason he survived until now.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, finally gathered some strength, slowly got up from his position, and walked more slowly to the door.

Just as he opened the door, another shell fell. Almost grazing the toes of the poor demonic blacksmith and digging into the dirt of the doorway.

Before the demon could react, the falling cannonball exploded, and countless shrapnel shredded the demonic blacksmith's body.

The shell in the room may have been detonated by vibration, or it may have come to the end of the time-delay fuse and eventually exploded.

Two explosions, one after the other, completely engulfed the tiny blacksmith's shop. And in this city, there are many, many similar things happening at the same time.

The shelling of the battleships on the sea did not stop, and Lawrence even deliberately asked the navy to use artillery shells to solve the problem because cruise missiles were more expensive.

The stockpiles, the innumerable, the cheap, the powerful cannonballs, played a requiem for the demons.

The echoes of the falling shells and the explosions in the city make up a beautiful music that cheers up every Iran Hill naval officer and sailor who is fighting.