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When the cannonballs fell into the crowd, countless shrapnel swept through the entire beach where the demon was located, which was a man-made rain of steel, and countless steel ball fragments rampaged through the crowd, only to set off a black stinky blood mist in an instant.
Before they could realize that their heads had been pierced, the demons were already limp to the ground. Heavy armor slammed against the ground, but no sound came out.
After all, the powerful cannon fire had covered all the other noises, causing the entire demon phalanx to collapse in the rumbling cannon.
The demons who barely survived the first round of artillery fire, before they could cheer up, were covered by the second round of artillery fire - the human artillery position was seven kilometers deep, and there were thousands of artillery pieces of various types, and you can imagine how dense the shells were.
In just a few tens of kilometers of frontal positions, the concentrated artillery fire of the 15th Army of Iran Hill was so dense that several artillery pieces were taken care of every kilometer.
And modern artillery has an extremely high rate of fire and is very lethal, so such a cover can be said to be a lifeless blow.
The demon general, who had erected a magical defensive barrier for himself, watched in horror as the soldiers around him were cut to pieces one by one by the rain of steel released by the explosion of the cannonballs, and he felt like a child hiding in a cage watching the countless beasts outside.
Sadly, his cage wasn't strong, and as his magical energy dried up, the time he was able to hold on to this place became shorter and shorter.
This life-threatening storm did not stop for half an hour. Black pillars of smoke rose from the beach, and countless pieces of blood-stained sand were blown into the air dozens of meters high by cannonballs, and they did not completely fall for a long time.
As the sand fell, it struck the armor of the corpses of the demon soldiers who had fallen on the beach, burying the immobile corpses little by little.
When the cannon roared, in front of the elves, dwarven soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding grenade launchers in their hands came out one after another, forming a phalanx in front of the elven soldiers.
The tank-like dwarves began to move forward as the sound of the cannon thinned out. They crossed the dangerous area from the non-minefield marked on the map, and then moved laterally in front of the demon forces.
The dwarven soldiers moved in an orderly manner, stopping every few steps to throw some grenades from their grenade launchers into the demon's corpse.
Like the shuttle darts of the past, the dwarves slung their grenade launchers around their waists as they approached the demon's mountain of corpses, and then removed the heavy hammer from their bodies.
"Iran Hill!" The bearded dwarves at the head shouted a slogan, and these dwarves took a step forward, but unfortunately, the demons who had been in front of them were now only the lucky ones who were holding each other in twos and threes.
In fact, it is not appropriate to say that they are the lucky ones, because compared to the demons who died from artillery fire and mines and other weapons, there is no change in the fate that awaits them, and from this point of view, they have indeed fulfilled the saying "all beings are equal".
"Hooray!" With every step forward, countless dwarves chanted a slogan. They have joined the Irlanhill and feel that the country is advanced and powerful, so now they also consider themselves to be Irranhill people and are proud to be Irranhill people.
"Iran Hill!" "Hooray!" In this way, the dwarven soldiers, who were like the city walls, finally collided with the remaining demons.
In just an instant, the winner was decided. The dwarves' heavy war hammers smashed all the recalcitrant demons into pulp, and those demons who had lost their formation did not even have a chance to fight back when facing the dwarves.
"It's a good fight! This is the war of the dwarves! He struck a demon in the forehead with a great axe in his hand, removed his own axe from his deformed helmet, and shook the sharp edge of the axe, and a dwarven officer's beard trembled and shouted.
The superior dwarven soldiers were like an extremely efficient harvester, driving those remaining demons into the sea in just ten minutes.
The demon commander, who was lucky enough not to die, turned backwards in the waist-high water, and he saw his last hope, which was that of Makacsilo who was falling.
Macasillo, who had been disintegrated and fallen by the electromagnetic cannon, could no longer hold on, it could no longer move forward, and its huge body was already close to the surface of the sea, and it looked like it was about to fall into the sea.
Sadly, at this distance, it simply turned off the levitation magic completely, and it couldn't pose any effective threat to the entire coast.
Humanity has a new, this long can cushion the impact of the waves, and the human soldiers in front of the can completely retreat before the flood arrives.
After all, the defensive positions in front of those dikes are not the main defensive positions of human beings, and the troops stationed there are indeed not very many.
"What are those bastards waiting for now! Crashed Macasillo! Die with humanity! The demon commander looked at the floating city that was still floating on the water, and did not fall according to his intentions at all, and scolded in despair: "Bastard! Coward! They didn't even dare to die! What else do you say about being loyal to the origin of magic? ”
What he didn't know was that in the city of Makasilo, a group of magicians wearing black magic robes were using all kinds of magic to attack the demon guards of the "group of snakes without a leader".
Without the high-level magicians of the demons, these low-level demons were helpless in the face of these high-level magicians, and were driven and slaughtered like sheep.
These magicians moved quickly and had a clear goal, and after entering the Demon Floating City, they quickly scattered through the streets.
Although there are only groups of ten at most, each of these magicians is unfathomable, and each of them moves very quickly.
In front of them, there were actually some drones opening the way, and they were hovering high in the air, responsible for monitoring all the movements of demons in the vicinity.
And under the wings of these drones, there are even small missiles hanging from them, which can attack at any time, fire at those demons who want to gather, and prevent the other side from organizing resistance.
"Stop them! Stop them! A demon commander waved his sword as he met and stopped a black-clad mage.
The other party obviously had no intention of wasting time with him, and with a flick of his palm, four identical fireball magic arrays appeared, startling the demon officer who came up to fight.
The other party is also a warrior who can use magic, so he can know how difficult it is to use four magic in one go.
If this was a demon general who used four magics, then this demon officer would not be so shocked, but any human magician has such magical attainments, which is out of his cognitive range.
Could it be that humans are already closer to the origin of magic than demons? The thought lingered in the demon's mind for only a brief moment before vanishing without a trace.
Because he had been engulfed in fireballs, he had been reduced to a burning, charred corpse lying beside the rift in the street, unable to make any sound.
"One group, three groups, nine groups...... Destroy the power core! Be sure to let the city slowly descend in height! "On the side of the heads of all the Ellan Hill magicians in black magic robes, there was a command from the intercom.
The black-robed mages who heard the order immediately dispersed. They gathered in groups and immediately disappeared at the end of those narrow, chaotic, filthy, foul-smelling alleys.
The command in the headset rang again: "Two, four, seven!" Take control of all the floating magic arrays! If anyone destroys, shoot and kill! ”
Some more magicians nodded slightly, and split out of the group of magicians with the largest number of people. These agile magicians used wind magic to make treaties on the rooftops of towering buildings, and in a moment they disappeared without a trace.
"Five, six, eight, go find all the stuff about K! If you find anything, report it immediately! The order came again, and the rest of the people all stopped in a small square.
"Don't waste time! Take everything you can find! A black-clothed magician wearing a black robe with a winged golden eagle emblem embroidered on his back commanded all the black-clothed magicians around him in a hoarse voice.
He wore a smiley mask, and his voice came from under this mask, and although it was real, it had no breath of life.
And the black-clothed magicians standing around him were also wearing smiling masks, and their movements were all uniform when they nodded.
After nodding slightly, these magicians of Iran Hill, or the super god puppets of Ellan Hill, all dispersed and began to act in the falling Macasillo.
On the Sky 1 floating battleship, Waglon was looking at some photos on the big screen, listening to the action plan team explain the relevant content of this special operation.
The photographs were taken from the ruins of the Vatirsa, some of which are of collapsed gates, and some of which are the remains of some ruins.
"According to the style and structure of these buildings, we used 3D technology to restore the internal structure of the entire Vatiresa." One of the officers in charge of drawing up the plan explained to Vagron, "So, in the same way, we are sure that we can find the location of the key equipment of this demonic floating city...... These are the results of computer calculations, and there are drones that change the parameters of the set calculations at any time. ”
"Based on this calculation, we will have a rough grasp of the specific structure of the Demon Floating City, and it will be easier to sink this floating city ......," the other officer added.