The situation has taken a turn for the worse.

Vladimir didn't even forget to be angry, he didn't even have time to react, only to see a flash of white light, the core magic control crystal of the magic circle exploded, and even the scarlet fog that he had previously combined with the control center of the magic circle was also released, and then it exploded at an irrepressible speed, and the rapid shockwave blasted away the law is tower, like a blooming rose in the air of the fortress.

Vladimir flipped his body in mid-air, slowly fell, and then spat out a mouthful of blood with a heavy cough, and his pale face seemed to be smeared with a blush, looking more and more handsome.

At this time, looking up again, the hundred-meter-high tower above the fortress, no matter how many turmoil it has experienced, it has a history of hundreds of years, no matter how many betrayals and wars it has experienced, this mage tower that has always stood majestically in the fortress is like a landmark building with a dagger proudly plunging into the sky, and it has collapsed.

There was a loud bang in Vladimir's heart. The sight in front of him urged him to face the reality, and he was defeated.

No matter what means the enemy used, the final result was unequivocal, he was defeated.

The light above the fortress faded, everything inside and outside was in view, the fortress that had lost its barrier faced attacks from afar, dense mushroom clouds rose near the city walls, and countless energy beams shuttled through the sky without obstacles, like a female warrior wielding a lightsaber under the seat of the temple.

The whole fortress is like the end of hell.

"No, that's not magic!"

In the midst of the chaos, an obsessed elderly mage apprentice stared blankly at the strange beam of energy.

"No, no, absolutely not, it's not an annihilation beam, it's not an ice ray, it doesn't even contain any magical energy......"

He whispered.

With gray hair on his head and a long gray beard stained with wine, he looked like some lazy guy who didn't follow the rules of the mage, and that kind of apprentice would never advance to the rank of full-fledged mage.

But you can't curb this kind of man's craze for mages.

"This is the devil, this is the devil from hell!"

He cried out, his eyes filled with hysterical fanaticism, as if he had discovered some truth.

However, in the next moment, the high-temperature particle beam passed through his body mercilessly, and his body burned and vaporized under the irradiation of the particle beam, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Arthur commanded the attack of the Mage Tower, blasted through the fortress's defenses, collapsed the fortress's walls, and then, like the great hand of the gods, swept through half of the city, blasting almost half of the city into ruins, and countless Noxians died almost without a word.

The stormy assault raged through the city for about five minutes, but the assault stopped after a century or so for the people in the city.

Everything came to a halt!

In the sky above Arthur, the surface of the entire kilometer-long mage tower battleship continued to glow and heat, like a giant sword wielded in the hands of a celestial warrior, glowing with metallic light.

Rumble!

Cheers erupted in excitement from the frontline positions, especially goblins and dwarves!

They couldn't believe the earth-destroying power they had seen with their own eyes!

"You've created a great weapon!"

The Dwarven King Thorin felt a dry hair in his mouth, and almost groaned in admiration!

He looked up at the massive body above him.

I feel a little dizzy in my head.

"Really?"

"Not bad, not bad!"

Arthur smiled and agreed.

But it's not perfect, he said in his heart.

Yes, not perfectly.

The wave of attacks just now has gone beyond its bounds.

Arthur could feel that at this time, there had been a certain amount of loss in the interior of the mage tower, and the rune circuits and huge energy channels laid by Mithril had already appeared a certain amount of energy overload, even if the attack stopped now, they still continued to glow on the surface of the hull, and from a distance, it looked like bright lines outlined on the surface of the hull.

And those energy crystals that were widely laid in the various fulcrums inside the mage tower had also reached their limits, and were feeding back an overwhelmed moan to the core center.

There are even places, some unobtrusive places that have been damaged and need to be replaced and rebuilt.

The entire Mage Tower, after this round of attacks, the energy amplitude plummeted by thirty percent.

This is also normal.

This is called running-in.

Just like every newly launched ship on Earth, it has to go through the same test for the first mission.

His mage tower ship will also go through the same run-in.

The construction of weapons of this scale cannot be achieved overnight.

It's going to be a long process.

But, at least now, it seems that the effect is not bad? Isn't it?

Just good?

The Dwarven King Thorin swallowed hard, not knowing how to continue the next topic, and then he hurried back to the front line, facing the dwarven shield defenders on the front line:

"Great Dwarven Shield Guardians!"

"It's our turn!

"Array!"

Groups of dwarves in heavy armor re-formed the attacking array, and the dwarven king Thorin held the ancestral storm hammer and shouted:

"For the ancestors!"

"For glory!"

"Attack!"

Walled dwarves climb over the walls of the destroyed fortress and enter the ruins behind the walls......

"Attack!"

Ogres and elves, alchemy goblins driving puppets also shouted, carrying cannons and spears on their backs, cooperating with each other to form a battle group of a dozen people and follow the dwarves into the city.

In each of their combat groups, the only goblins in the group will be piloted by steel golems, rushing ahead to attract fire.

And when the enemy appears, they will immediately become the target of the elven marksmen who follow behind, and when they encounter obstacles, it is time for the ogre artillery to come out, they are guided by the dwarves and elves, with clumsy movements to remove the barrel and bracket behind them, with their thick fingers to assemble, hang the chain, and then can't wait to operate the cannon or rocket launcher with their own hands, watching the orange flames and large-caliber shells spit out of the barrel, emptying all obstacles in front of them.

Oh! That feeling!

With this, they no longer like the thigh bone sticks handed down from their ancestors.

And above them, the Air Force's "Death Scream" squads roared in, piloting warplanes that would appear every time the ground troops encountered a large force of the enemy.

The stealth paint on their surfaces loomed in the air, and the missiles they fired plunged into the crowd with a terrible scream, exploding in the center of the crowd.

And then watching the scorching shockwaves and mushroom clouds rise up behind the buttocks, this is the happiest and most exciting moment for these lads who like to fly fighter planes.

Rainstorm-like shrapnel tore through the flesh's barriers, creating patches of death......