Chapter 1141
My Empire Chapter 1141
2020-11-03
Chapter 1141 1143 War of AttritionEven though they have raised the magical defense barrier, they have paid a heavy price.
In just an instant, these demon soldiers were roasted to charcoal. The skins of hundreds of demons were glued to the melted armor because of the temperature.
Even if things have reached a dead end, the power of magic is still unquestionable. He stood on the Temple Square in Withallans, by the strength of oneself against the forces of the two armies attacking the Alanhill Empire.
Yes, one is the 1st Panzer Corps of the Alanhill Imperial Expedition and the other is the 2nd Corps of the Demon Servant! Tens of thousands of troops, hundreds of artillery pieces and a fortress of Bourkeland to support the attack!
With the addition of hundreds of aircraft from the Air Force, the Alanhill Empire's offensive force is almost at the level of an army!
So much military power was actually blocked by one person. For the high level commanders of the Alanhill Empire, unimaginable!
In the past, as long as they put in a regiment or even a battalion of troops, they could easily repel their opponents. Whether on offense or defense, the forces of the Alanhill Empire often operate at the company and platoon level.
But today, they lost two battalions of troops within an hour of the attack! A full 1,000 soldiers were killed and thousands more were wounded!
Even though most of the losses were demon servants, the Alanhill Empire had not experienced the loss of so many soldiers in one day.
The officers of each command were a little impatient, their attack was being thwarted, and losses were mounting.
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"Hello? Hello! Hello! Yes! Yes! Are you sure?" Holding the phone, the artillery commander on Burkeland asked the front line loudly The message returned by the observation post.
They saw the launch area of the magic attack, and the ballistic radar has also cooperated with the computer, and probably analyzed the same result.
So, the artillery commander who had confirmed the news grabbed another phone and loudly ordered: "Aim at the temple! That's where the enemy's attack comes from! The coordinates use the fourth version of the city. Figure, 66-66! That's right! Center! Fire now!"
"Fire!" The gun commander didn't even hang up on the tail end of the almost completely enclosed 800mm cannon. Then shouted loudly.
"Bang!" On the fortress of Bourkeland, two heavy artillery with the largest caliber in human history produced by Ironforge roared, shooting huge cannonballs more than two meters long.
A cannonball heavier than a car roared over a distance of 15 kilometers and crashed into the Temple of the Magic Origin of Withallans.
If this shell hits there, the main building of the entire temple will almost cease to exist.
Seeing the huge cannonball falling from the sky, the source of magic waved its arm again. In the next second, on the route where the 800mm caliber artillery shell fell, nearly a hundred layers of magical defense barriers lit up with light blue.
That shell momentum is big, power is deep directly smashed dozens of magic defense barriers, and then exploded on the surface of another new magic defense barrier.
It's like a small nuclear bomb. The explosion instantly shreds the magical defense barriers in the air. It's just a moment, less than a thousandth of a second, and the air there still has magical energy. All were distorted by the explosion, and nothing was left.
The aftermath of the terrifying explosion caused the source of magic to condense a 10th layer or more of magical defense barriers in front of him, so that he could block the incoming shock wave.
However, just when he stopped the shock wave formed by the explosion of the shell, the temple of the source of magic collapsed under this powerful shock wave.
The palace, which had already been bombed and tossed and was no longer solid, finally fell over half of it.
The dust flying in the sky obscured the vision of the source of magic, and he had to fly into the sky to avoid the billowing smoke.
Furious, he used space magic again, destroying an A-10 attack aircraft. The flames that exploded in the sky contrasted with the smoke on the ground, creating a picture of the end of the world.
On the ground, more Alanhill imperial demon servants are attacking, they seem to be venting their suppressed fear, and they are madly attacking the demons controlled by the magic source.
They really wanted to use victory to get rid of their fear of the source of magic, so their hysterical attack did not give the demon defenders a chance to breathe.
Even if the source of magic floats in the air again, waving his hands, condensing into two huge demonic arrays, and destroying another thousand-person phalanx of servants with magical attacks, these demonic servants are all Not backing down.
The magic source that succeeded in one blow suppressed the surging magic energy in his body, and threw Fireball magic at another Alanhill Empire occupation area with black eagle flags flying.
But this time, his attack wasn't as effective. One after another Alanhill Imperial Heavy Armored Grenadiers used their magical defensive barriers to protect themselves, and one blue defensive barrier blocked the sky-filled Fireball and protected the soldiers behind.
The face of the source of magic is even more difficult to look at, and he is impossible to maintain such a state similar to that of a god forever. He must rest, but the reality is in front of him. If he rests, the entire battlefield will collapse.
It was his presence and his support that allowed the Demon Race defenders to barely hold the line. If he disappears for a while, his soldiers will be wiped out!
"You are all damned! Damn!" The source of magic, flying into a rage out of humiliation, locked his attack on the distant Burkeland. Using a super huge Fireball with Burkland.
In the distant Bourkeland fortress, one after another magic defense barrier has been activated. With the aid of the computer, a thick defense system has been formed in the main attack direction.
Seeing that Fireball, the source of magic, shattered several layers of magic defense barriers, and Medias, who was at the front-line command post, became solemn. He also did not expect that the source of magic would be so powerful.
"Let... the fortress of Bourkeland retreat." Hedecathlon also saw the appearance of the fortress battered and exhausted under the attack of the magic source, so he spoke persuaded.
"No need! We just want to consume him! Even if it only consumes 1/10,000 of his power, it must be consumed!" For every bit of his strength we consume, we are gaining more chances for the decisive battle that follows!"
(end of this chapter)