Chapter 1147： The embarrassing source of magic

"Did it?" The soldier on a 128mm anti-aircraft gun stared at the sparks exploding in the sky and asked excitedly.

"It's too early!" The experienced old gunner snorted and reminded loudly: "Continue loading!"

After all, this old gunner had seen how difficult the **** puppet was. He knew that the attack in front of him might not be able to destroy the **** puppet, let alone the powerful source of magic.

Sure enough, in the series of explosions in the distant sky, a figure broke out with thick smoke, and speeded up again not far away embarrassed.

The tracer bullet fired by the small-caliber anti-aircraft gun chasing this figure drew a golden arc in the sky, becoming sparser and more curved along the direction of the figure's acceleration.

However, it was as if a broom had swept across the sky, as the source of magic for the debris, it was also pushed back by this sweep for a long distance.

The source of magic at this moment is weak, because he was just penetrated by a **** electromagnetic cannon shell.

This time it wasn't that kind of passing by, but it was actually hit. The impact of this blow on the source of magic can be imagined, he has reached the point where he cannot continue to use advanced magic.

Several low-level magic defensive barriers were condensed on his side, and the source of magic flew horizontally in the sky, avoiding most of the anti-aircraft ammunition that swept toward him.

While avoiding those deadly ammunition, the source of magic condenses his almost broken body with magic.

He doesn't even have the strength to speak, because just controlling magic to repair his body has forced him to use most of his energy.

Confronting a city with one person's power is obviously not easy to do. The source of magic was invincible before, and he did not rely on him alone to conquer the city.

At that time, he had countless demon troops, as well as **** servant troops who could fight for him.

But now, he only has himself. His troops were on the ground, breathless from the opponent's troops.

He himself is also very embarrassed now, embarrassed at this moment, he is passively beaten, and even the ability to fight back has been lost.

The source of magic, which could only be driven by the fire of the opponent's anti-aircraft guns, once again changed the direction of his flight, avoiding the ammunition that had pre-judged its trajectory.

Some of those ammunition directly rubbed shoulders with the source of magic, and some directly hit his magical defense barrier, smashing these thin defensive magic.

The two shining magic circles shattered, and the magic source behind had no choice but to start moving away from the distance, avoiding the small-caliber anti-aircraft ammunition that kept firing.

What he didn't know was that at the moment he opened the distance, the already a little anxious loader rushed forward and couldn't wait to load new ammunition to those big ammunition users.

These anti-aircraft guns are not a joke. Thousands of ammunition can be poured in one minute. Any calculation, the purchase price of the shots is enough to buy a luxury car!

If the source of magic does not retreat, break through repeatedly at one point. It is really possible for him to break through Burklan's defenses and make waves in the fortress city.

It's a pity that few people in this world have the courage and courage to face so many anti-aircraft firepower, they still have the courage to choose a fixed-point breakthrough such a desperate tactic.

The source of magic that has fallen short is not in love with war, and while he retreats quickly, he is also buying himself more time to recover.

He can absorb nearby magical energy, including the magical energy he had just been dissipated-as long as some time, he can condense these energies and use them for his own use.

After all, he is a powerful source of magic, after all, he is an existence close to God. After a brief recovery, he restored his broken body to a human form, and the terrifying hole in his chest was almost invisible.

Ever since, he rushed to Burkelan again, this time he could only use his hands together to use an energy impact magic.

Obviously, his strength has been severely weakened, but he is now holding on to continue fighting, covering up his own weakness with strong strength.

In the sky, a splendid magical energy rushed to Burklan once again. This time the restored magical defense barrier of Burklan Fortress was lit up again, colliding with that huge energy impact.

The magic defensive barrier, which was precisely calculated by the computer, condensed hundreds of thick magic arrays in one breath on the path of the incoming energy impact.

There was another huge explosion between heaven and earth, and magical defense barriers shattered and disappeared in the explosion. Until the last barrier was completely shattered, the energy impact that hit was also dissipated in the air.

Very reluctantly, the magic defense of Burklan Fortress withstood the attack of the source of magic.

The battle seemed far from over, because although the source of magic was embarrassed, the old was still fighting; although the Burklan Fortress had suffered heavy losses, it had not been destroyed.

"Ha...he..." As if bored for a long time, the source of magic finally let out a long-lost sound. He hadn't even been able to make a sound before, and the whole person had been in a state where there was no way to vent.

Finally, he regained his voice function, barely able to relieve the pain in his heart. He panted slightly, flying irregularly while looking at the Burkelan Fortress in the distance from the corner of his eye.

He knew that if he did not hurry to destroy this fortress, he would have no chance to destroy this fortress!

Because he already felt that some powerful forces were quickly approaching in the direction of the battlefield.

Although he didn't want to admit it, these powerhouses that he didn't pay much attention to were now very difficult for the already weak magic source.

What's more, behind those **** guys, there is that kind of extremely fast cannonball support, as well as the cover of Burklan Fortress!

Squinting his eyes, the source of magic once again waved his hands, he wanted to give Burklan fortress another cruel, so that this fortress could not cause trouble for him in the subsequent battle!

In the next second, his hands were gathered together, and a huge magic circle appeared in front of him again.

He didn't pause at all, pointed the magic circle at Burkelan, and sang hoarsely and depressingly: "Energy...impact!"

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