The duration of this air battle was extremely short, and it was completely over in less than half an hour.

Seeing no hope of victory, the Winged Demons found that the black dragon, who was their natural commander, had long been slaughtered, and they knew that they might be executed if they retreated privately, but they still couldn't help the panic in their hearts, and there was a large-scale escape.

Because they know that staying on the battlefield will definitely end up dying in battle, and if they flee back, they may have a chance of survival.

So I don't know who took the lead in escaping first, and soon a huge wave of escape was formed, and finally the entire army of winged demons completely turned around and ran away, but the Black Widows who wanted to keep them here, even if it cost their lives, would let them escape easily.

They chased frantically all the way for a long distance, until they were two hundred miles away, and then returned exhausted; this time was also the time when the Winged Demon army suffered the heaviest losses, and according to intelligence calculations, in the end, only less than 50,000 Winged Demons successfully escaped back.

The once terrifying Burning Legion air force will no longer have the strength to take the initiative after this battle, and even if you want to protect the safety of your own sky, it will be a huge challenge.

The natives of the Fila continent finally have an absolute advantage in the air force under various disadvantages, which is the most exciting news in the hearts of all the natives who are still insisting on resistance, and the myth that the Burning Legion is undefeated has been completely shattered in the air force......

Having lost all hope of receiving air support, Lord Sidonia, the commander-in-chief of the Naga clan, finally woke up from the frenzy in his head, and after seeing that his side had suffered heavy losses and was simply unable to defeat his opponent, he also gave the order for the entire army to withdraw.

However, in the process of retreating, although they also suffered some losses, it was only the number of more than 10,000 people, and as sea creatures, this was their home turf at all.

They went to the bottom of the sea, endured several batches of depth charges, and then completely got out of the battle, and as long as they got out of the depth of the depth charges, the Armada also had no good way to deal with them.

It's just that this also means that the agreement between the Naga clan and the Burning Legion has completely failed.

When they get out of the way, the passage to the Strait of Golxington means that in just half a day, the invincible armada, which still retains eight points of strength after the naval battle, will appear in that narrow channel, and within a few days, the tens of millions of people will be successfully evacuated to the archipelago where the Jose Empire is located.

Lord Sidonia, the commander of the Naga, looked at the fleet heading towards the Strait of Oxington, and his heart was filled with unspeakable grief and indignation.

When his female adjutant reported to him the report of the losses after the statistics, his eyes were even darker, and he almost fell headlong into the extremely muddy sand that was trampled on the bottom of the sea.

The losses were simply shocking, the deep-sea beasts he brought over this time only survived less than thirty percent, and the fish-men and other servant troops only withdrew forty percent; the most painful thing for him, and the one who could not explain to Her Majesty Queen Eshara was that there were about 2,000 Naga killed in battle.

Compared to the casualties of the servant army, which is calculated in terms of 100,000, the figure of about 2,000 seems to be worth mentioning at all, but for the Naga clan, whose total number is less than 100,000, it is a catastrophe that is completely devastating.

While gaining an almost eternal lifespan, they have also lost the ability to reproduce, and this number of people is one less than one death, and I am afraid that Her Majesty the great Empress Eshara will tremble with heartache for such a great loss......

Thinking of this, Sidonia seemed to be twenty years older for a moment.

He looked at his adjutant with a worried expression, and issued a final order as the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force: "Inform Her Majesty of all the situation here! By the way, the Burning Legion will also send a copy there, and have someone tie me up and wait for Her Majesty's fate, I must bear unshirkable responsibility for this fiasco." ”

And in the Dharma Will Palace, thousands of miles away, after reading the news from the Naga clan, the enraged legion leader, Lord Enmar, directly punched a high-level demon who handed over the information.

In terms of strength, this demon guard, who had already stepped on the threshold of the legendary realm with half a foot, was smashed into a sky of flesh and blood debris before he could react, and the flesh and blood debris with a heavy bloody aura covered the small half of the luxurious palace hall.

The heads and faces of the demons and the high-ranking people of the new Fuso Kingdom were even more stained with this kind of meat crumbs, but at this time, they didn't dare to have any opinions at all, for fear of causing the displeasure of the legion elders and becoming the next unlucky target.

Even the general of the Oriental Ocean was silent, secretly wiping a trace of meat crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and other than that, there was no extra movement.

After a long time, the Legion Commander, who forcibly suppressed his anger, said to everyone: "Things are not as bad as you think, it's great that we pay a little price and borrow a little air force from other legions." ”

"Isn't that little dwarf's combined air force very capable of fighting? If a thousand black dragons are not enough, then I will seconded two thousand or even more, and I see how the little dwarf can fight with us to consume ......."

When the combined fleet covered with the sea appeared in front of the stranded human beings on Okxington Beach, it seemed that every corner of the entire peninsula was filled with huge cheers.

There was no delay at all, and the little dwarf Generalissimo Modo immediately drove his men to work.

The large warships were on guard against the deep-sea monsters that might not give up and continue to sneak attack, and a large number of wooden crates with depth charges were piled up on the deck and the lids were opened, and as long as those deep-sea monsters dared to sneak attack, they would definitely be warmly welcomed.

The small and medium-sized warships with a slightly smaller draft will be responsible for transporting the Allied soldiers and civilians stranded on the peninsula, and if we hurry up, such a large transportation capacity should be able to transport tens of millions of people across this narrow strait in a few days.

At the same time, many merchant ships sent the elite reinforcements of the God of War Alliance ashore near the entrance of the peninsula, and with the addition of these 500,000 elite troops and the support of tens of thousands of air forces, the defense line that the Allies had previously arranged here could easily hold on for a month or even longer.

It was at this time that Master Modo harvested the largest batch of faith power in history, and he seemed to be able to feel the joy that seemed to overflow from the black scale, which had been frantically absorbing and digesting the power of faith.