Even though they had raised the magical defensive barrier, they had paid a heavy price.

In just an instant, these demon soldiers were charred to char. The skin of hundreds of demons was glued to the melted armor due to the temperature.

Even if it is at the end of its rope, the strength of the magic origin is still unquestionable. He stood in the Temple Square of Withorans, single-handedly opposing the forces of the two armies of the Irranhill Empire.

Yes, one is the 1st Armored Army of the Irlanhill Imperial Expeditionary Force, and the other is the 2nd Army of the Demon Minions! Tens of thousands of troops, hundreds of artillery pieces and a Burkelan fortress to support the attack!

Coupled with the hundreds of planes that the Air Force took off, the offensive strength of the Irlanhill Empire is almost at the level of a group army!

With so much military power, it was blocked by one person. For the high-ranking commanders of the Irlanhill Empire, it is simply unimaginable!

In the past, they could easily repel their opponents with just one regiment or even a battalion of troops. Whether offensive or defensive, the troops of the Irlanhill Empire tend to operate in a company and platoon level.

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

Even if most of the losses were demonic servants, the loss of so many soldiers in one day had not been experienced by the Irlanhill Empire for a long time.

The officers of the various commands were a little impatient, their offensive was being blocked, and the losses were gradually mounting.

……

"Hello? Feed! Feed! Yes! Yes! Are you sure? Grabbing the phone, the artillery commander on Brochland loudly questioned the message from the front-line observation post.

They saw the area where the magic attack was initiated, and the ballistic radar had been working with the computer to analyze the same result.

So, the artillery commander, who had already confirmed the news, grabbed another phone and ordered loudly: "Aim for the temple!" That's where the enemy attacks come from! Coordinates use the 4th edition of the city map, 66-66! That's right! The center! Fire now! ”

"Fire!" At the tail end of the almost completely enclosed 800 mm caliber cannon, the artillery commander did not even hang up the phone, but shouted loudly.

"Boom!" On top of the Burkelan Fortress, two of the largest guns in human history produced by the Iron Fort roared and fired huge cannonballs more than two meters long.

The cannonball, heavier than a car, whizzed over a distance of 15 kilometers and crashed into the Temple of Magical Origin in Witholands.

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

Seeing the huge cannonball falling from the sky, the Magic Source waved its arm again. In the next second, on the path of the 800 mm caliber shell, nearly 100 layers of magical defense barriers lit up with a pale blue light.

The cannonball smashed directly into dozens of magical defense barriers, and then exploded on the surface of a new layer of magic defense barriers.

It was like a small nuclear bomb, and the explosion instantly tore through those magical defense barriers in the air, but in an instant, less than a thousandth of a second, the air and magical energy over there were distorted by the explosion, and there was nothing left.

The terrifying aftermath of the explosion caused the Magic Source to condense more than ten layers of magical defense barrier in front of him, so that he could block the incoming shockwave.

However, at the same time as he stopped the shockwave formed by the explosion of this cannonball, the temple of the origin of magic collapsed under this powerful shockwave.

The palace, which had already been tossed by the bombing and was no longer strong, finally fell more than half of it under the burden.

The dust that flew in the sky obscured his vision of the Origin of Magic, and he had to fly into the sky to avoid the billowing smoke.

Enraged, he once again used space magic to destroy an A-10 attack plane. The flames that exploded in the sky and the smoke on the ground reflected each other, creating a picture of the end times.

On the ground, more of the Iran Hill Empire's demon minions were attacking, as if they were venting their pent-up fears, frantically attacking the demons controlled by the magic origin.

They were so eager to use victory to get rid of their fear of the origin of magic, so their hysterical attack did not give the demon defenders the slightest respite.

Even if the magic origin floated in the air again, waved his hands, condensed into two huge magic arrays, and destroyed the thousand-man phalanx of another servant army with a magic attack, these demonic servant armies did not flinch.

The magic source that succeeded in the blow suppressed the magical energy surging in his body, and threw fireball magic at another piece of the Irlanhill Empire's occupation zone with the black eagle banner flying.

This time, though, his attack didn't work so well. One by one, the Iran Hill Empire's heavy armoured grenadiers used magical defensive barriers to protect themselves, and one blue defensive barrier after another blocked the fireballs in the sky and protected the soldiers behind them.

The Magic Origin's face was even more difficult to look at, he couldn't stay in such a god-like state forever. He had to rest, but the reality was in front of him, and if he rested, the whole battlefield would collapse.

It was his presence, and it was his support that kept the demon defenders barely holding the line. If he disappears for a while, then his soldiers will be annihilated!

"You all deserve to die! Damn it! Annoyed, the Origin of Magic targeted his attack on distant Bulkland, and he put his hands together before using a huge fireball at Bulkland.

And in the distance of the Burkelan Fortress, one after another magical defense barriers have been activated, and with the assistance of the computer, a thick defense system has been formed in the main direction of attack.

Seeing the fireball of the magic origin shattering several layers of magic defense barriers, Madias, who was in the front-line command post, turned solemn. He didn't expect that the magic source would be so powerful.

"Let's ...... Bulkelan Fortress retreat. Heidi Kannon also saw the fortress embarrassed by the attack of the magic source, so he opened his mouth to persuade him.

"No, you don't! We're just going to consume him! Even if it only consumes one-ten-thousandth of his strength, it must be consumed! Madias gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Because, every time we consume a little bit of his strength, we are fighting for more chances of winning the subsequent decisive battle!" ”