Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0093 Light
This is hell! When Diderik saw the ammunition coming towards him during his dive, this was the only thought that came to his mind subconsciously . Although he barely avoided the shell that almost hit his head, his other subordinates were not so lucky.
The densely dived dragons were stopped by the densely fired anti-aircraft guns. After all, flesh and blood could not withstand the storm of steel. A dragon was hit in the head by a 30mm caliber anti-aircraft gun, and it fell to the ground without even a scream.
The dragon's head was pierced by a cannonball, and blood spurted out in the air. The dragon rider on the dragon's back frantically hoped that the dragon under him could cheer up and continue flying, but all his attempts were in vain.
Tracer bullets swept over, raining down on a giant dragon that was trying to avoid the anti-aircraft gun. The scales of the giant monster were shattered by the bullets, and its abdomen was instantly covered in blood.
Every time it flapped its wings, it felt severe pain, so its movements became slower, making it easier for more bullets to hit it. Finally, it couldn't hold on any longer, and struggled to the ground. Before it could stand up, it was drowned by more bullets.
In the sky, the remaining dragon knights dodged the flashing tracer bullets. They wanted to find an opportunity to spit flames, but found that the defense they faced was almost impenetrable.
"Where on earth did these damn mortals get such terrible weapons?" A dragon rider rode his giant dragon to dodge left and right, climbed to a relatively safe height, and complained with a frown.
In his sight, a giant dragon fell from the sky and landed next to a huge five-pointed star-shaped anti-aircraft turret. It struggled and spit out flames at the thick wall of the turret, but did not cause any substantial damage.
After the flames died down, the nearby machine gun positions began to pour ammunition on the dragon. Tracer bullets streaked across the ground, all of which rushed into the dragon's body.
Finally, the dragon, unable to bear the weight, fell to the ground. The dragon rider on its back had already died when it fell, and was dangling from the saddle on the dragon's back, which was really sad.
The dragon knight was defeated in this battle. Although the battle had just begun, anyone who was not blind could see that the defense of Seris City was no longer something that the dragon knight could break through.
"Whoosh!" A giant dragon finally found an opportunity. It spewed flames at a huge anti-aircraft turret, engulfing the anti-aircraft guns on the two corners of the tower in a sea of fire.
However, just as it was hovering and spewing flames, anti-aircraft guns in other directions found an opportunity to fire at fixed targets and fired dense shells at it. In a shower of tracer bullets, the dragon's belly was pierced, and blood sprayed everywhere.
Because its belly was pierced, the flames in the dragon's mouth rolled back into its abdominal cavity along with the airflow. Huge flames gushed out of its body, turning it into a burning kite.
The giant dragon covered in flames flapped its wings and struggled to fly higher into the sky, but was eventually enveloped in flames and fell to the ground, turning into a fragrant corpse.
Chris stood high on the castle and watched everything that was happening before his eyes. He saw with his own eyes the giant dragon being covered by the fire net fired by the anti-aircraft guns, he saw with his own eyes the giant dragon falling with blood spurting out, and he saw with his own eyes the giant dragon spewing flames flying low over the sky.
The battle was extremely brutal from the beginning. Not only did the giant dragons in the sky fall and die one by one, but the anti-aircraft artillery positions on the ground were also losing at an alarming rate. After all, the enemy had 70 or 80 giant dragons, and their combat power was enough to destroy a country in the forbidden magic area.
When facing dense anti-aircraft fire, these dragons relied on their thick skin and flesh to buy time to breathe. The brave dragon knights sacrificed themselves to buy more opportunities for their companions to attack.
As these dragon knights fought desperately one after another, the remaining dragon knights had the opportunity to break through the defensive position. They rushed between the first and second levels of rails, but crashed into the armored trains that had been on standby for a long time.
"Bang! Bang!" The anti-aircraft guns on the armored trains began to roar, sweeping the dragon knights who were struggling in the hail of bullets to the ground. Soon more dragon knights fell, lying on the ground, leaving behind a huge hill of corpses.
"Long live the Holy Demon Empire!" A blood-thirsty dragon knight shouted loudly, driving his dragon towards an anti-aircraft turret. The huge dragon's body, with the increased speed of the dive, crashed into the reinforced concrete bastion with a bang.
The huge impact smashed the outer wall of the castle, leaving a huge gap in it. The dragon also lost its life at the same time, hanging on the gap in the bastion, never to move again.
The battle lasted less than 20 minutes, and of the 70 or 80 dragons controlled by the dragon riders, only 40 or 50 were able to continue fighting. What was even more terrifying was that even if these dragons did not fall, many of them were injured by machine guns.
Their scales were shattered, blood oozed out of their bodies and flowed through the cracks in their dragon scales. However, the evil and dirty city in front of them, emitting thick smoke, still stood before them without even a single scratch.
This was really despairing, making people despair from the bottom of their hearts. It was as if no matter how hard they tried, the city could not be destroyed! Didrick watched painfully as his men disappeared from the sky one after another, feeling extremely anxious but not knowing what to do.
The order he received was to destroy the city of Seris, cut off Ailan Hill's transportation lines, completely destroy the army that rebelled against the Holy Demon Empire, and kill those lowly mortals who led the rebellion.
But now, with the order still ringing in his ears, he had lost the courage to continue fighting in the face of the enemy.
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"If these theories called technology continue to develop in this way, then the history of this world may really be rewritten." Franzberg murmured, also standing by the window and watching everything happening in front of him.
It was also the first time for him to see the air defense system of the entire city in operation. This stunning scene reminded him of those great and impressive large-scale magics. If it weren't for the pungent air around him constantly reminding him that he was in Seris, he would even doubt that he was in the Holy Demon Empire.
The great magician from the Holy Demon Empire looked up at the sky full of tracer bullets, which drew brilliant traces in the sky; he looked at the giant dragons he once knew screaming and falling from the sky, with blood splattering like rain; he also saw dragon's breath flames pouring down from the sky, destroying a towering turret in the distance.
"If war has always been so cruel, would we have waged war against the Mortal Empire as a trifle in the long years past?" he asked William, his equally obsessed apprentice who was standing beside him.
William shook his head, then he remembered that Frundsberg couldn't see him shaking his head, so he added: "I think if we had known that the war would be so cruel, we would have been more friendly to these mortals in the past hundreds or even a thousand years."
"Yes! Facts have proved that these mortals are also human beings. Although they cannot learn powerful magic, they finally use their wisdom to create an equally glorious and great civilization." Franzberg exclaimed, then withdrew his gaze from the battlefield.
"Fortunately, we are here. Now we can understand these mortals, master greater knowledge, and become stronger - as long as we are here, it is not too late." William looked at Frundsberg's back and spoke to comfort him.
"Let's go! Let's go meet our old friends from the Holy Demon Empire... It would be even better if they brought magic replenishing fluid." The great magician Franzberg said as he walked out of the room. He walked down the stairs step by step, and the white robe on his body made him look more ethereal.
"Yeah! We should go and give it a try. If we are late, there won't be many of these old friends left." William smiled pretending to be relaxed, but found that his laughter was full of embarrassment.
After all, those dragon knights were soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire. They were compatriots not long ago, but now they are divided into two camps. Even if they have different positions, seeing these dragon knights who once worked together die in front of their eyes still makes them feel uncomfortable.
The two men walked down the stairs one after the other and got into a carriage that had been prepared for them. Soon the carriage started moving, along the flat cement road, and sped towards the edge of the city's war zone.
"We have already lost more than half of our troops. It would be more efficient to use the tactics I mentioned and disperse the field ." Irdo suggested loudly to the panicked Grand Knight Didrik in the sky.
His voice seemed so weak in the strong air currents that if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't even hear what he was saying. Even with the magic enhancement, communicating with each other in the sky was still a very troublesome thing.
Didrik was distracted and did not hear Ildo's suggestion clearly. His attention was still on the battlefield, because he saw a beam of light suddenly lit up on the enemy's position, representing the friendly forces of the Holy Demon Empire.
The soft magical light was so unique among the dazzling light of burning gunpowder and tracer bullets that it was impossible to ignore it.
