The demon officer, who barely stopped retreating, looked up in surprise at the enemy who claimed to be not a mage who had struck him. He really felt the magic surging on the opponent's long sword, but what he felt more deeply was the terrifying power that far exceeded ordinary people.

His ancestors had fought human magicians for generations, and he had a way to fight them in his genes. But those "memories" deeply rooted in his bones made him even more flustered at this moment.

"What kind of monster are you?" Looking at the shocking gap in his long sword, the demon officer asked sharply.

"Monsters? I? As an ordinary mortal, as a normal Ellan Hill Army captain, the expression on Burrison's face became more and more brilliant: "This title is really good! That's great! ”

There's nothing more exciting than being called a monster by a demon, and Burrison is here to be the devil in the eyes of the devil.

Iran Hill is not a kind charity, it came to the Demon Realm to rob the land, slaughter the natives here, and become the ruler of the place!

Since you're here for revenge, there's nothing polite, is there? Every soldier in Iran Hill was now thinking about how to replicate the miserable scenes he had seen in the Demon Realm.

Burrison, an officer from the Southeastern Theater of Operations, had seen the no-man's land of the Bone Forest, and he had seen a city deserted in the wilderness like a ghost.

So, for Burrison, there is no psychological burden of killing frenzied here. Before he came, he had imagined countless times in his dreams that he used his long sword to slash the old and weak women and children in the demon world.

Being the devil in the eyes of the devil is the mind that the entire propaganda machine of Iran Hill has repeatedly instilled in all the soldiers before coming. Now this idea is ingrained in the world, allowing every soldier to fight bravely.

"Thank you!" Burrison, who shouted loudly, rushed in front of the demon officer in one step, and the magic defense barrier that was shining on his body suddenly crashed into the magic defense barrier that the other party had just used.

The terrifying power was stacked together, causing Burrison within the power exoskeleton to feel a vibration. He shook his head in discomfort before he saw the demon officer who had been knocked out and fell to the ground.

Computers and sensors, combined with Burrison's own soul and mental power, are almost completely automatic in dealing with the enemy's use of magic. Burrison himself didn't even realize at this time that he had just used a magical defensive barrier.

However, the magical defense barrier he uses and the magic defense barrier used by the enemy are completely different concepts.

The other party was the first to use the magic defense barrier, and it was an old soldier who had been trained for many years, while Burrison was the last to use the magic defense barrier, but he completed the magic at about the same time as the other party.

The speed of casting spells and the complete need to practice magic allowed Ellen Hill to surpass demons and even any other country in history in terms of the "reserves" of low-level magicians.

You must know that the demon officers inside the demons are not picked up for nothing, they also need time to grow and accumulate, and the lovely Lanhil Empire is now mass-producing "heavy armored grenadiers" of this level.

It can be said that from this moment on, a new era has arrived, an era in which magic benefits everyone.

On the battlefield, more heavily armored grenadiers leaped out of the trenches, and mortals who had once feared even human mages had the courage to leap out of their hiding trenches and wave their weapons.

They were killing frantically in the crowd of demons, and the demons in front of them had no way to stop these mortal soldiers who had been despised and trampled underfoot.

At this moment, the relationship between the sword and the fish has changed, and a demonic slaughter is causing the former executioners to lose their lives.

In the landing field, the demonic forces have been slaughtered by the human troops wearing exoskeleton armor, and the demon fleet in the distance is also being greeted by the reinvigorated missile forces of Iran Hill......

One after another, the demon warships exploded, the firepower of the magic cannon supporting the demon battle was gradually weakening, and the follow-up demon fleet was attacked by human nuclear bombs, and almost all of them were wiped out, everything seemed to have exceeded the expectations of the demon commanders.

Human beings have used the most perfect way to interpret what it means to be unkind! They are from another world, and they are indeed ready for battle!

"Now you're satisfied?" Standing on a high ground not far from the front line, Brooke, who was holding his hands on his chest, asked the human general standing beside him, "I have already given you the credit you wanted." ”

"Well, the combat effectiveness of the exoskeleton has also been tested, and the rest will be left to you." The general on his shoulders was spotless, with a standard paralyzed face—expressionless.

The battle would not have broken out, or would have deteriorated to the point of allowing the infantry to go up in hand-to-hand combat.

After the Demon Force landed, the front-line commanders decided to put a portion of the Heavy Armor Grenadier into contact with the Demon Force to test the combat capabilities of this powered exoskeleton.

That's why the demons will pass through the airtight firepower, so there will be a shortage of ammunition in some of the human positions.

After the human general finished speaking, he took his military hat and walked down the high ground, and as he went, he instructed his assistants around him: "Give each soldier an order to retreat." The battlefield is handed over to friendly soldiers, and the rest is not our responsibility. ”

"Understood! Checkmate! The assistant bowed his head and issued a new order, which was transmitted to the information terminal of each combat soldier in the shortest possible time through a meticulous command system.

And almost at the same moment, Brooke, who was standing on the high ground, twisted his neck, and was ready to prepare for the movement: "Dragon Legion, attack!" ”

Behind him, on the anticline, phalanxes of golden armor one after another seemed to suddenly come to life. The soldiers, who had been standing still, began to move forward almost simultaneously after hearing Brooke's shout.

On another hill not far away, an earth-shaking dragon roar was heard, and Falai of the Elven Clan also buckled his helmet to his head, and then drew the long sword at his waist: "Soldiers! It's our turn! ”