Under this dense bombardment of bullets, the demon skin that the demons used to be proud of was simply like a defeat, and it was penetrated with a single blow, and it did not have any protective effect. Only a few cautious Eredar Warlocks blessed themselves with magic and evil armor to protect themselves from the hail of bullets.

Projectiles flew, blood mist rose, the demons who were shot screamed hoarsely, the demons' strong vitality made it not so easy for them to die immediately, some demons were carried away by the pain, jumping around like dehydrated fish, and some even ran amok with blood all over their bodies.

"What about the Warlock? What about the Eredar Warlock? Hurry up and counter. System! "Many demons screamed, but what could the warlocks do? Four or five hundred yards, which is completely out of their range!

"Rush over, rush over!" There are demon officers roaring loudly, they don't believe that the dwarven muskets on the opposite side can fire so fast, they must have adopted tactics such as three-stage shooting, as long as they rush to the front, those human musketeers can't help but take it casually?

The demons were a little flustered, but their furious nature made them choose to go on the attack. Perhaps for the sake of fairness, the Creator gave the demons a strong body while also weakening their intelligence, but it also made their confused and stupid brains unable to sense fear and fear in time, even in the face of a hail of bullets, they still dared to charge bloodily.

However, the brief chaos has already given the dwarven mortar group the opportunity to make a fortune.

"Tom! Tong! Tong! Tong! Tong! ”

After a series of five muffled sounds, round shells whizzed out of the chamber of the portable bronze mortar and fell straight into the demon's most crowded place.

A few seconds later, an eight-pound cannonball roared and smashed into the demons, smoke and shrapnel flying, and this flowering projectile specially designed to kill and injure living forces was just as powerful when bombarding sparse skirmishers, but it was not too sharp to deal with such a dense crowd!

Hundreds of sharp, irregular shrapnel burst out in all directions, and the fragments penetrated the flesh. The sound of the body is as dense as the rain hitting the plantains. In the explosions and screams, blood splattered, shredded flesh flew everywhere, and some unlucky demons were even hit by a few shrapnel, and they were covered in holes like tattered rag dolls, and some were disemboweled, and even intestines and other things flowed out.

When the demons finally burst out of the smoke and dust from the explosion, at least half a company of demons was left there forever.

But the smoke didn't mean their doom was over, as the dense hail of musket bullets once again enveloped them in a hail of bullets.

The demons had never seen such a dense and continuous fire, and their charge felt as if it had hit a wall made of bullets, costing dozens of lives for almost every step they took.

Looking at the inconspicuous figures and the smoke of gunpowder on the hillside in the distance, the demons hated to death, but they could only watch the pain beaten and unable to fight back, this was almost the most humiliating battle they had ever fought.

In the trench on the hillside, the soldiers of the Moon Creek Brigade seemed to be nervous as bullets were fired, and hundreds of previous shooting exercises had caused them to aim, fire, aim, and fire almost mechanically, just as they had done in the past when they were training to shoot targets.

In the beginning, everyone fired at a similar frequency, but with the difference in aiming and firing speed, the original salvo began to gradually become free fire. In the two trenches, from time to time, there was a soft "ding" sound of the empty magazine hanging up after the magazine was empty, and the magazine jumped out, and the soldiers skillfully put the new fully loaded magazine on the cuirass and knocked it a few times to align it, and then pressed it into the magazine, and finally pushed the bullet to load it and continue to shoot.

The path of the demons' charge has now become the road of flesh and blood, the path of death, from the time they entered the range of the M1 rifle to now, they have only rushed out of the distance of a hundred yards, but in this short distance of a hundred yards, they have already paid the heavy price of killing three hundred demons, the small hill four hundred yards away is as far away as another world, they have no idea how many people will survive when they rush there. Even more frightening was the fact that the terrifying shells of such incredible power would fire again and fall on their heads at some point—they did not know that the barrel of a portable bronze mortar would cool down for at least a quarter of an hour.

In the small col where the demons charged, Macazadon was as impatient as an ant on a hot pot, he knew that the madness and tyranny of the demons were not endless, when the fear of death and the desire to survive overpowered the thirst for blood and chaotic nature, these cannon fodder would not hesitate to choose to flee, which was not unheard of on the conquest battlefields of other planets, but those cowards did not escape severe punishment in the end, and the fate of their commander was definitely not wonderful- Evil Prison is not a comfortable place.

Makazadon didn't want to end up like that, so he chose to make a last-ditch effort.

He concentrated, communicating with a mysterious place in the twisted void. It was the Burning Legion's Hellfire storage place, where there was a Hellfire soul that bore his sigil, and he had the right to summon this powerful demon.

In fact, unlike orc warlocks who require circles and spells to summon and control wild Hellfire, Dreadlords or Abyss Lords summon Hellfire with much less movement, all they have to do is control it through their own sigil that has been imprinted into Hellfire, and mark where it lands.

The only downside to this is that the summoner must keep an eye on the Hellfire's landing spot and guide it from the sky in a spirit imprint. It's a bit like the special forces on Earth who guide laser-guided bombs for air strikes, they have to control the laser beam to irradiate the target, and they are doomed not to stay far from the point of explosion.

However, the cautious Macazadon had never seen an enemy who could threaten his safety, as he rarely came within a thousand yards of a bombardment target, and he never stepped forward to pretend to be a force before summoning Hellfire, as the Grand Demon Kurul did.

The summoning process went on so fast that Macazardon didn't even make much of a mana fluctuation. In that mysterious space, his Hellfire had activated the teleportation circle engraved in his body, and it wouldn't be long before this huge flaming fireball would appear above the Cursed Lands and slam into the heads of those human musketeers with a thunderous blast!

He cracked his mouth and poked his head out of the col to look at the small hillside in the distance. In front of the hillside, his demon legion had already rushed another hundred yards closer, at the cost of the lives of more than two hundred demons.

"Let you be happy for a while, there will be a time for you to cry!" Makazadon thought viciously in his heart.

Finally, his Hellfire teleported. About a thousand meters above the hillside, large dark clouds surged violently from the void, and the sky was as black as ink, and purple lightning writhed wildly like a poisonous snake in the gaps of the dark clouds. From time to time, green flecks of light light light up among the dark clouds, making them appear in patches of bizarre apocalyptic scenes.

Macazardon knew that his hellfire was about to descend on the world, and that the end of humanity was imminent. He stared at the hillside, ready to guide the hellfire from the sky.

But just then, he saw what seemed to be a flash of light on the opposite hillside.

"What's that?" He blinked a little confusedly, just a blink, and then he realized that a meteor-like ball of light had come to his eyes.

"Damn it!" He only had time to let out a final curse before it exploded.

In the brilliant multicolored light, the shock wave from the explosion rose and spread out like a circle, and the billowing smoke and dust that rose from the ground tumbled and rolled up, condensing into a huge cloud like a mushroom.

However, above the sky, without the summoner, the dark clouds that had been gloomy and dense dispersed in the blink of an eye, just as suddenly as they appeared.

Under the clear sky, the tense and fierce battle continued, the demons were charging wildly, the humans were shooting desperately, and no one noticed what had just happened.