With the shout of the magic source, the swollen magical energy between his hands once again gushed out from the magic array, forming a brilliant pillar of light and crashing into Bulkland.

This time, Burkeland had nothing to do, to intercept and defend again. So, the commander of the Iran Hill Empire, who was at the head of the centipede, grabbed the handrail beside him and loudly reminded everyone around him: "Meet the impact!" ”

As soon as his words fell, the pillar of light smashed into a section of the main body of the Burkelan Fortress, breaking through the heavy defensive armor at once.

Almost instantly, the central area of the Burkelan Fortress exploded, and the origin of magic was favored by Lady Luck at this moment.

Yes, blessed! This can only be used to explain the luck of the origin of magic at this moment.

Because the place where he casually aimed happened to be the more important part of the main body of the city on the fortress of Burkelan - on this section of the main body of the city, an 800 mm caliber super giant cannon was installed!

That's the Gustav cannon made by Ironforge! It's also the largest artillery weapon ever built by mankind!

This terrifying energy blast hit the cannon, penetrated the armor defense next to the cannon, and hit dozens of 800 mm caliber cannon shells stored in the core area of the main body of the city.

What is even more terrifying is that there are only a few armor protective barriers from these shells, and the firing charges of these huge artillery shells are stored.

The power of these explosives is really comparable to that of a nuclear bomb. At this moment, these munitions were detonated, and the entire Burkelan Fortress was simply cut off by this terrible explosion!

Why are these munitions stacked together? Because these explosives and shells have to be automatically reloaded in a set of automatic loaders, after all, 800 mm caliber cannons cannot be loaded by manpower.

So, because to complete the autoloading, the ammunition and propellant cannot be too far away from the gun, but can only be placed together.

So, in an instant, these ammunition and propellants lifted the 800-millimeter cannon weighing more than 1,000 tons into the sky, which looked spectacular.

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and where the mushroom cloud rose, the main body of the Burkelan fortress broke apart, and the cracks in the streets of the city grew larger and wider, and some buildings had collapsed with the deformation of the ground.

Because the entire fortress was in motion, the main body of the centipede city in the back began to slow down, while the centipede city in front continued to advance.

It was like a train that broke apart in the middle, and Burkeland broke in two from the middle. In that instant, thousands of soldiers may have been killed.

This city, which survived the war of the puppet empire against the Iran Hill Empire, was directly damaged here, some centipede legs were broken and damaged due to impact, and finally the front and back of the entire city were paralyzed, and many anti-aircraft guns near the explosion point were destroyed by the explosion, losing the ability to continue fighting.

"Hah...... Ha ...... gasped for breath of magic origin, and there was obviously a hint of pleasure and schadenfreude in his voice.

He looked down at the broken and immobile fortress of Brokelan not far away, and was ready to give the city two more hard blows, so that the behemoth could leave the field once and for all.

It's just that he's also very embarrassed now, almost exhausted, and at this time he needs to take a break before he can once again use a magic energy-consuming trick like Energy Shock.

Just as he was looking at the Burkelan Fortress paralyzed on the ground, and thinking about where to attack, two anti-aircraft missiles rushed into the air where he was.

Before the Magical Origin could rejoice that he had succeeded in paralyzing Bulkland, an explosion enveloped the place where he was. The anti-aircraft missile exploded at close range, and the steel balls inside instantly penetrated the magical defense barrier condensed by the magic origin.

The scorching steel balls, heated to a red state by the explosion and air friction, pierced through the defenses of the Magical Origin and pierced through his body.

This is the most realistic battlefield, and any attack and defense is a deadly exchange. A successful attack does not mean that the battle is over, because the enemy's attacks are also coming one after another, and whoever survives to the end is just an accident.

The source of magic once again pierced out of the explosion, and the magic energy he had accumulated for 10,000 years, which could already make him a god, was passing rapidly under such terrifying attacks again and again.

For the origin of magic, this is equivalent to his life being stripped away layer by layer. As these lives were constantly consumed, his state became weaker and weaker.

After all, a person's power is still limited, no matter how close he is to a god, the source of magic is not a real god.

He has no way to make laws, and the power he uses is only a power on one level. So when he faced the countless soldiers and countless weapons of the Irranhill Empire, he gradually began to lose the upper hand.

At this time, he finally couldn't continue his breath, and the two anti-aircraft missiles made him passive again, constantly driven away by the fire of anti-aircraft guns, like a lost dog.

Just as he was rushing left and right, dodging the incoming missiles and cannonballs, the deadly cannonballs from the electromagnetic cannon struck again, startling the Magical Origin.

He instinctively became afraid of the fast shells that could inflict horrific damage on him, so his attention was focused on dodging them.

Inevitably, more small-caliber artillery shells and anti-control missiles hit the magic source, making the already broken magic source even more embarrassing.

Even, at this time, he couldn't spare the energy to look at the paralyzed Brokland.

Because, he could feel that those powerful opponents who made him feel tricky were very close to this battlefield.

Fall back? It wasn't that he hadn't thought about the origin of magic, but he didn't dare to think about what the meaning of existence would be if he lost everything in front of him.

The goals he has worked for for more than 10,000 years, and the results he has accumulated for more than 10,000 years, will all die with his defeat!

This is something he will not allow to happen! He has to persevere, he has to fight! Defeat these peerless powerhouses here and turn the tide of defeat!

Ride a thousand here, turn defeat into victory here, and re-enter victory here! The head of the Origin of Magic was filled with such a cry.

But his body was twisted and shattered under the attack of shells and anti-aircraft missiles, and he was almost unable to condense his human form.