"Killed?" The soldier on a 128 mm caliber anti-aircraft gun stared at the sparks that exploded in the sky and asked excitedly and loudly.

"It's still early!" The experienced veteran gunner snorted coldly and reminded loudly: "Keep loading!" ”

After all, this old gunner had seen how difficult the god puppet was back then, and he knew that the attack in front of him might not be able to destroy the god puppet, let alone the powerful magic origin.

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

The tracer bullets fired from the small-caliber anti-aircraft gun that pursued the figure drew a golden arc in the sky, and along the direction of the figure's acceleration, it became more and more sparse and curved.

However, it was as if a broom had swept across the sky, and the source of magic, which was the source of miscellaneous things, was forced back for a long distance by this sweep.

At this moment, the source of magic is weak, because he has just been pierced through by a damn electromagnetic cannon shell.

This time it wasn't the kind of passing by, but it was really hit. The impact of this blow on the origin of magic can be imagined, and he has reached the point where he can no longer use high-level magic.

Several low-level magical defensive barriers were condensed at his side, and the Magical Source flew across the sky at a rapid pace, avoiding most of the anti-aircraft gun ammunition that swept at him.

While dodging those deadly munitions, the source of magic used magic to condense his almost shattered body.

He didn't even have the strength to speak, because just controlling the magic to repair his body had already forced him to expend most of his energy.

It is obviously not easy to confront a city with the strength of one person. The source of magic was invincible before, and he didn't rely on him to conquer the city alone.

At that time, he had countless demon troops, as well as an army of god attendants who could fight for him.

But now, he was just himself. His troops were on the ground, already overwhelmed by the opponent's army.

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

The source of magic, which could only be driven away by the fire of the opponent's anti-aircraft guns, once again changed the direction of its flight, avoiding the ammunition that was predetermined to strafe the trajectory.

Some of those ammo directly passed by the source of magic, and some of it hit directly on top of his magical defense barrier, shattering these thin defensive magic.

The two shiny magic arrays shattered, and the magic source behind had no choice but to start pulling away into the distance, avoiding the small-caliber anti-aircraft gun ammunition that kept strafing.

What he didn't know was that at the moment when he pulled away, the loaders, who were already a little anxious, rushed up and couldn't wait to load the new ammunition to those big users.

These anti-aircraft guns are no joke, the ammunition poured in one minute is as high as thousands of rounds, and the purchase price of the shells fired is enough to buy a high-end car!

If the origin of magic does not retreat, it will break through repeatedly at one point. There is a real chance that he will break through Brokland's defenses and make waves in the fortress city.

It's a pity that few people in this world have such courage and courage to be able to choose such desperate tactics as a fixed-point breakthrough in the face of so much anti-aircraft firepower.

The Origin of Magic, which had already fallen short, did not like to fight, and while he quickly retreated, he was also buying himself more time to recover.

He was able to absorb the magical energies of his vicinity, including the ones he had just been scattered—in a matter of time, he could condense them and use them for himself.

After all, he is a powerful source of magic, after all, he is an existence close to a god. After a short period of recovery, he restored his broken body to a humanoid state, and the terrifying hole in his chest was almost invisible.

So, he rushed at Bulkelan again, this time with both hands, using an energy blast spell.

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 brilliant magical energy rushed towards Bulkelan again, and this time the restored magical defense barrier of Bulkland's fortress lit up again, colliding with the huge energy impact.

The magic defense barrier that had been carefully calculated by the computer condensed hundreds of thick magic arrays in one breath on the path of the incoming energy impact.

Once again, there was a huge explosion between heaven and earth, and one after another magical defense barriers shattered and disappeared in the explosion. Until the last barrier was completely shattered, the oncoming energy shock dissipated into the air.

Very reluctantly, the magical defense of the Bulkran Fortress withstood the attack of the Magical Origin.

This battle seems to be far from over, because the Origin of Magic, although it is embarrassed, is still fighting; The Burkran Fortress, despite its heavy losses, has not yet been destroyed.

"Hah...... Heh......" As if he had been suffocated for a long time, the magic source finally let out a sigh of relief and let out a long-lost sound. He couldn't even speak out before, and the whole person has been in a state where he has no way to vent.

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

He knew that if he didn't hurry up and destroy this fortress, he would have no chance of destroying it!

Because, he already sensed, some powerful forces were rapidly approaching in the direction where the battlefield was.

Although he didn't want to admit it, these strong people who he didn't pay much attention to on weekdays were now very tricky existences for the already very weakened magic origin.

What's more, behind those damn guys, there's that kind of extremely fast artillery support, and the cover of the Burkelan Fortress!

Narrowing his eyes, the Magic Source waved his hands again, he was going to give the Burkelan Fortress another hard blow, so that this fortress would not be able to cause him trouble in the ensuing battle!

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

Without the slightest pause, he aimed the magic array at Bulkland, and sang in a hoarse and suppressed voice: "Energy...... Impact! ”

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