Chapter 1143： War of attrition

Even if they had raised the magical defense barrier, they still paid a heavy price.

In just an instant, these demon soldiers were roasted into coke. The skins of hundreds of demons were glued to the melted armor because of the temperature.

Even if the end of the road is dead, the source of magic is still unquestionable. He stood on the Temple Square in Witthallans, fighting against the forces of the two attacking armies of the Ailan Hill Empire with his own strength.

Yes, one is the 1st Armored Army of the Elanhill Empire Expeditionary Army, and the other is the 2nd Army of the Demon Servants! Tens of thousands of troops, hundreds of artillery pieces and a Burkland fortress to support the offensive!

With the addition of hundreds of aircraft taking off from the Air Force, the offensive force of the Ailan Hill Empire is almost at the level of the group army!

With so much military power, it was actually blocked by one person. For the senior commanders of the Ailan Hill Empire, it is simply unimaginable!

In the past, as long as they put into a regiment or even a battalion, they could easily repel their opponents. Regardless of whether it is offensive or defensive, the forces of the Ailanhill Empire often operate in units of company platoon level.

But today, they lost two battalions in just one hour after the attack began! A full 1,000 soldiers were killed, and thousands more were wounded!

Even if most of the losses were the demon servants, the Ailanhill Empire hadn't experienced the loss of so many soldiers in one day.

The officers in each command are a little impatient, their offensive is being blocked, and losses are gradually increasing.

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"Hello? Hey! Hey! Yes! Yes! Are you sure?" Holding the phone, the artillery commander on Burkeland asked loudly the news returned from the frontline observation post.

They saw the area where the magic attack was initiated, and the ballistic radar had cooperated with the computer, and probably analyzed the same result.

Ever since, the artillery commander who had confirmed the news grabbed another phone and loudly ordered: "Aim at the temple! The source of the enemy's attack is there! The coordinates use the fourth edition of the city map, 66-66! Nothing! Wrong! The center part! Fire immediately!"

"Fire!" At the end of the 800mm cannon that was almost completely enclosed, the artillery commander didn't even hang up the phone, so he shouted loudly.

"Boom!" Above the Burkland Fortress, two heavy artillery pieces with the largest caliber in human history produced by Ironforge roared and fired a huge shell more than two meters long.

The shell, heavier than a car, roared over a distance of 15 kilometers and crashed into the magical source temple of Witthaorance.

If this shell hits there, the main building of the entire temple will almost cease to exist.

Seeing that huge cannonball fell from the sky, the source of magic waved his arm again. In the next second, on the path where the 800 mm caliber artillery shell fell, nearly a hundred layers of magical defense barriers lit up with a light blue light.

The artillery shell directly smashed dozens of magic defense barriers with great force, and then exploded on the surface of another layer of magic defense barriers.

It was like a small nuclear bomb. The explosion shattered the magical defense barriers in the air at the moment of the explosion, but in an instant, less than a thousandth of a second, the air and magical energy over there were distorted and destroyed by the explosion. Not at all left.

The terrible aftermath of the explosion caused the source of magic to condense more than ten levels of magic defensive barrier in front of him, so that it can withstand the shock wave.

However, just as he stopped the shock wave formed by the explosion of this cannonball, the temple of the source of magic collapsed under this powerful shock wave.

The palace that had been bombed and tossed to be no longer strong was finally overwhelmed and fell more than half of it.

The dust flying all over the sky obscured the vision of the source of magic, and he had to fly into the sky to avoid the churning smoke.

Furious, he used space magic once again to destroy an A-10 attack aircraft. The flames that exploded in the sky that day mirrored the smoke on the ground, creating an apocalyptic picture.

On the ground, more of the Demon Servants of the Ailan Hill Empire were attacking. They seemed to vent their suppressed fear, frantically attacking the demons controlled by the source of magic.

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 floated in the air again, waved his hands, condensed into two huge magic circles, and destroyed another servant army's thousand-person phalanx with magic attacks, none of these demon servants flinched.

The magical source that succeeded in a single blow suppressed the magical energy surging in his body, and threw a fireball magic against another occupied area of ​​the Ailanhill Empire where the black eagle flag was hung.

But this time, his attack was not so effective. One after another, the heavy armored grenadiers of the Ailan Hill Empire used magical defense barriers to protect themselves, and one blue defense barrier after another blocked the fireballs in the sky and protected the soldiers behind.

The face of the source of magic is even harder to look, he can't maintain such a state similar to a **** forever. He must rest, but reality is in front of him. If he goes to rest, the entire battlefield will collapse.

It was his presence and his support that made the demon defenders barely hold the line of defense. If he disappears for a while, his soldiers will be annihilated!

"Damn you all! Damn!" The source of magic angrily locked his offensive target on the distant Burklan, he put his two hands together, and then used a super huge fireball at Burklan.

In the distant Burklan Fortress, one magical defense barrier after another has been activated, and with the aid of the computer's judgment, a thick defense system has been formed in the main direction of the attack.

Seeing that the fireball of the source of magic smashed several layers of magical defense barriers, the face of Midas, who was in the front-line command post, became serious. He did not expect that the source of magic would be so powerful.

"Let... the Burkelan Fortress retreat." Heidi Cannon also saw the fortress's embarrassment under the attack of the source of magic, so he persuaded him.

"No need! We just want to consume him! Even if it only consumes one ten-thousandth of his strength, it must be consumed!" Midias gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Because we consume a little bit of him The strength is getting more chances for the subsequent decisive war!"