Pol stood on a hill on a tall nightmare with burning limbs......

Hundreds of fire-throwing margoes stood in front of him, throwing fireballs toward a battlefield down the hillside.

Fireballs about the size of grenades didn't do much damage to the vanguard of Behemoth, but it was enough to disrupt their formation and let the powerful lava demons kill them.

There have been more than 20 such skirmishes......

Pol knew what he was aiming for, and he was going to put on a state of resistance as best he could, and then get the demon armies of both clans to move forward.

Five kilometers further on is the frozen graveyard that the humans have chosen for the armies of both races.

Pol felt that he should not miss this magnificent killing, he had the artifact of the Moloch royal family, the "Soul Gathering Coffin", in his hand, and those high-level demon souls that were frozen to death should still be there.

Collecting souls to strengthen Moroch's army is the most important task for Pol now.

Although I don't know why the demon souls that were killed by Alvin or died near him disappeared, the 300,000 demons will always have a little bit of a fish for Pol to digest.

Seeing that the battle below was nearing its end, Pol took a whip and patted the shoulder of one of the demon overseers standing at his feet, and said, "Let them retreat, we will retreat ......"

The One-Eyed Demon Overseer glanced at Bull, and although his approach was very unsuitable for the Demon's style, the Demon Overseer did not mean to refute, he picked up a red horn around his waist and blew it......

A few hours later, Alvin stood on a high wooden platform and watched as Moloch's troops lured the armies of the two demons into the predetermined battlefield.

The dense procession of demons that appeared on the horizon sent chills down the backs of everyone who saw it.

How many years has it been since humanity fought a battle of this magnitude?

Stark stood beside Alvin with a tablet......

Watching as a huge number of demon cannon fodder troops and a part of the regular army opened up the formation, they walked loosely at the front.

The red line on the top of the tablet is not enough to contain the demons on the march.

Stark said a little uneasy, "It looks like we're a little too optimistic, we have to let go of the demon's vanguard......"

Alvin didn't care at all, he looked at the small yellow flag planted on the ground in the distance, and said with a smile: "I have confidence in those guys, in terms of tactics, those guys are stronger than demons so much that I don't know where......"

Before Alvin's words fell, the roar of cannons began at the position of the coalition camp in the rear......

More than 5,000 cannons sent by the Russians let out a dull roar from a dozen kilometers away.

The 152 mm high-explosive shell created a death barrier in the demons' path......

The tablet in Stark's hand clearly showed the dynamics of the battlefield, and the demon army that was close to the artillery fire was a little hesitant and didn't know whether to rush or retreat, but the pressure of the rear army did not stop because of inertia.

A round of artillery fire was just a warm-up, and at the moment when the rhythm of the demon's vanguard was slightly chaotic, a large number of rockets swept over Alvin's head, accurately hitting the scattered troops on the edge of the demon armies of the two clans.

Humans are using artillery fire and rockets to drive massive demonic armies into a space 50 kilometers long and 30 kilometers deep.

The huge battlefield limited the spread of information, and out of the heart of how many cannon fodder died in the heart, the two clans of Behemos and Astral sounded the horn of attack almost simultaneously.

The alluring spatial aura is not far away, no matter what lies ahead, let the cannon fodder consume the enemy, and then the regular army will come forward to harvest the harvest, and by the way, guard against the attacks of the other clan.

It's a pity that they don't even know who their enemies really are!

They allowed their cannon fodder units on both flanks to be driven to charge along a set line......

By the time the high-ranking demons of the Behemos and Astral clans realized that the situation was not too right, it was too late.

Pol led his royal elite to strangle a group of demons who were rushing too fast far from the battlefield......

When he saw a cold star rising into the sky on the battlefield in the distance, he stopped the nightmare under his crotch and stared at the battlefield......

As one cold star lifts off, the other four rise into the sky on a regular basis......

Pol didn't know if it was Alvin's "blizzard", and a few cold stars didn't seem to cause much power......

But after a dozen seconds, things are completely different......

Pol, who was more than ten kilometers away from the core battlefield, felt a chill on his face, and the sky on the battlefield in the distance began to float with palm-sized snowflakes......

Then, it seems, because of the simultaneous launch of 5 blizzards, a violent storm began to blow throughout the battlefield......

Blade-like snowflakes were driven by the storm and raged throughout the battlefield's space.

Those hapless demons don't know where to hide, and the release of 5 blizzards in specific locations makes their power increase exponentially.

Some of the small safe zones inside the battlefield simply couldn't shelter many demons, and those demons who instinctively charged towards safety didn't know that they had actually entered the core area surrounded by the blizzard.

Maybe they'll kill their companions and squeeze into the safe zone, or maybe they'll get away with snowflakes, but the ensuing low temperatures will put them to the test.

The positions chosen by the sharpshooters were extremely vicious, and the timing of the rockets was also tricky.

Almost all of those demonic forces fell into the radiation range of the blizzard......

In the face of the blizzard's attack, those demons in the most marginal position actually had a chance to escape.

But the horn made them choose to move closer to their master, and then flocked to the "safe zone" in the center of the battlefield......

Prince Pol had always wanted to face his fears, and he always felt that he was ready.

But when the "blizzard" broke out, he was still scared......

The demonic vanguard that was fighting Ball's army roared in panic and didn't know what to do.

The mollock lava demons looked at the death zone in horror as they numbly cut off the heads of their enemies......

It was such a heavy snow that completely destroyed the royal court of Moroch, and it was such a heavy snow that made them homeless dogs.

Many demons used to fantasize about how to take revenge on that "man", but now they don't want to, they don't dare to think about it!

Pol fell from Nightmare's back, kneeling on the ground in pain as he stared at the death trap in the distance, muttering to himself, "What the hell did I do?" ”

Alvin used the "flash" to get back to where he started, and he threw up a blank throw on Stark's shoulder......

Stark looked at Alvin, who was about to vomit his stomach, and he gloated a little and said, "God is really fair, no one is perfect......

I've heard about motion sickness, seasickness, and airsickness, but you're the first one I've ever seen you......

Maybe it's God warning you not to get too far from the earth, and it's better not to leave the ground......"

Saying that, the nano suit on Stark's body was instantly armed, and he said with a little horror: "What's going on?" We're out of range......

Jarvis, your thermometer is broken? ”

In the human headquarters, Zhang Qiang looked at the image displayed on a screen in front of him......

The temperature dropped to about minus 30 degrees Celsius within a 70-kilometer radius of the core battlefield......

Those demons who are used to surviving in the heat and don't like to wear clothes don't seem to have any way to live......

This meant that Alvin could destroy a large city that could hold millions of people at any time if he wanted to.

Zhang Qiang glanced at General Ross, who had a blue face, this guy had been using Alvin as an imaginary enemy to create a super force in the United States in the past, and it was very effective.

But now it looks like he should have completely given up his thoughts, someone like Alvin, you can be guarded against, but there is no point!

Choosing soft control and trying to guide his direction of action is the only way out for the United States!

Zhang Qiang looked at General Ross's awkward expression, he rubbed his nose happily, and decided to go back and throw the idea of inviting Alvin to his house into the toilet and flush it away.

If this big guy goes to Huaguo and doesn't want to leave, he won't have much to live!

Several European military bigwigs didn't know whether they were envious or glad to come to General Ross and celebrate the upcoming victory with him......

An Italian military boss with a bald eagle hooked nose said with a little trepidation: "I heard that Mr. Tomahawk wants to relocate a church in Rome?"

I think if Mr. Tomahawk had been out of love for the art of architecture, we could have paid for the relocation of a few more churches to New York.

It is the duty of our Italian government to show the people of the East Coast of America the charm of Renaissance art.

Actually, we don't have much to visit in Italy, my traditional pizzas are all from China, and the mafia is ......nothing compared to the gangsters of Hell's Kitchen."

Saying this, the bald eagle hooked his nose looked at Zhang Qiang and said: "Mr. Tomahawk looks like you Chinese, do you think from the perspective of Chinese, is there anything else attractive about us in Italy?" ”

Zhang Qiang looked at this fucked bald man who regarded Alvin as a plague god with amusement, and said: "If I were you, I would let people pull the ears of those thieves in Italy and let them keep all the Chinese people in their dirty hands away."

I reckon our Mr. Tomahawk can't wait for your highly efficient cops to find the stolen items for yourself......"

The bald eagle hooked nose listened to it, although he knew that Zhang Qiang was satirizing his country, but he still touched the sweat on his head, and was about to go back to urge the Roman side.

It doesn't matter what the thief is, the church does, and who knew that the Manhattan Tomahawk actually took a fancy to a cathedral in Rome whose history can no longer be traced?

But those don't matter now!

Isn't it just a church? What's wrong with being bigger and more famous?

Can those who protest compare to Mr. Tomahawk?

What does the Vatican's protest have to do with the city of Rome? Does it snow for the Pope?

Go back and quickly tear down the cathedral and send it to Mr. Tomahawk, not only to help with the demolition, but also to help build it for you in New York as it is.

If necessary, even the priest will change your nationality and send it over, and it is not impossible to ask for a nun.