Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

With everything ready, Lin Mo pressed the red button on the Gatling gun.

"Buzz—"

The motor began to pre-rotate, and the sound changed from low to high-pitched, as if the Grim Reaper's chainsaw was starting up.

next second.

"Rat-a-tat ...

A series of deafening roars instantly drowned out all the screams and cries on the battlefield.

A fiery whip made of tracer bullets shot out from the heights and swept fiercely into the densest vanguard of the demon army!

Have you ever seen a combine harvester harvesting wheat?

The demon vanguard is like wheat, falling in swathes!

Wherever the fire whip passed, whether it was a lesser demon, a vicious dog, or any other messy and unsightly demonic unit, its body was instantly torn into flying bits of flesh and black blood.

There were no screams or struggles, because the speed at which sound and flesh flew could not keep up with the speed at which bullets tore through their bodies.

Lin Mo gripped the Gatling gun firmly with both hands, his arm muscles tense, controlling the muzzle as he swept it from left to right.

A fan-shaped "death zone" stretching over 100 meters was forcibly plowed out.

"Hahaha, so lively and prosperous!!!"

Lin Mo laughed wildly.

"Cool!!!"

Holding a Gatling gun blazing with blue flames in both arms, killing enemy demons and contributing to the country, who can understand this feeling!

Within this region, a shockingly large gap appeared in the wave of demonic vanguard, with black gore and blood covering the earth.

The assault platoon leader looked at this "monster commander" wielding a Gatling gun Vulcan cannon all by himself with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

He seemed to be provoked by the scene and, not to be outdone, roared at the soldiers around him.

"Fire!!!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!"

"Da da da da da!"

Several heavy machine guns roared simultaneously, their 12.7mm caliber bullets forming several equally deadly barrages that swept in crisscrossing directions.

A vicious dog that had just leaped up to pounce on the elven shieldman was struck in the chest by a bullet mid-air.

Its upper body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, while its lower body fell limply to the ground.

However, when the firepower hit the heavily armored demon soldiers, the enemy's tower shields withstood the fire, and the bullets sparked on the surface of the shields.

Seeing this, a soldier shouldered a rocket launcher and aimed it at the heavily armored demon soldier who had broken through the defenses.

"Whoosh—Boom!!!"

The orange-red fireball exploded on the demon soldier's shield, and the violent shockwave sent him flying. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared all over the hard armor and shield.

Just then, Lin Mo and the others suddenly noticed a faint light on their bodies, and their strength and condition suddenly surged!

He turned his head and saw some elemental spirits behind him casting spells on them.

Clearly, the extraordinary behavior of Lin Mo and the other humans made these elves look at them differently, realizing that these people were more important.

They silently chanted incantations, and each time they raised their staffs, a beam of light fell upon themselves or the warriors beside them.

"Is this what magical blessing and magical shield are?"

The guard looked strangely at the faint light and protective barrier surrounding him and Lin Mo, and was quite surprised.

"This is amazing!"

"Haha, then hurry up and kill more demons to repay them!" Lin Mo laughed and continued to press the red button.

The Vulcan cannon's distinctive roar once again dominated the battlefield.

At this moment, the entire front line became a one-man show for Lin Mo and his companions.

The elven archers who were desperately firing arrows at the second line of defense all slowed down their movements.

They stared blankly at the cleared area below, then looked up at the steel structure on the giant tree-man's shoulder that was constantly spewing tongues of fire.

A young elven archer stared wide-eyed.

His enchanted arrows could pierce the body of a three-headed demon, something he was once proud of.

But the unique weapon of the Great Xia people, the "metal sand" that pours out in a second, is more than the number of arrows he shoots in a day.

That wasn't a battle, that was a massacre!

The first line of defense, whose elven shield soldiers had been gritting their teeth, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and teetering on the verge of collapse, suddenly felt the pressure lessen.

Looking out through the gaps in the shields, they saw the ferocious monsters that had been charging towards them disappearing in patches, like sand paintings being wiped away by an invisible giant hand.

"Reload! Cross cover!"

"Watch out for the demonic creatures in the sky!"

"Second machine gunner, move ten degrees to the left, the pressure is higher over there!"

"Where's the rocket launcher?! Bomb those big guys!"

"Yes! Those are the ones with the bone shields!"

The roars of the Great Xia warriors sounded somewhat weak amidst the roar of the Gatling gun, but they were full of order and the iron will unique to the battlefield.

A young soldier was firing wildly while grinning widely.

"Come on! You demons from another world!"

"Give us more! You inhuman monsters, we could kill as many as we wanted!"

For the first time, the demon vanguard showed chaos and fear in the face of terrifying firepower.

They were pushed forward by their kin from behind, the commands of the higher-ranking demons echoing in their ears.

But if you move forward, you will be swallowed up by the insurmountable barrage of death ahead.

Suddenly, a series of violent explosions erupted overhead.

Lin Mo subconsciously shrank his neck, and the Gatling gun's roar paused for a moment.

He looked up and saw the night sky instantly ignited by thousands of fireballs, with the remains of winged demons and gargoyles falling like rain amidst the flames.

The elven air force numbered over two thousand. If it weren't for the support and healing provided by the elemental elf mages on the ground, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold out for long.

Even so, they still suffered heavy losses, with more than half of them killed in battle, which shows how fierce the battle was.

Yet they continued to fight to the death under immense pressure, never retreating an inch.

Because once they retreat, their compatriots on the ground will be attacked from both sides.

Even though there are already demonic flying units that occasionally attack the ground, it is still within a manageable range.

The defense line has been able to hold out until now because it did not cause greater panic.

Seeing Lin Mo looking up at the sky, the bodyguard Wu Suowei shouted:

"It's the self-destructing drones that have unleashed their power!"

Seeing that it was the Great Xia's drones that had unleashed their power, the aerial pressure eased dramatically, and the surviving griffin riders finally got a chance to catch their breath. Lin Mo couldn't help but let out a triumphant roar.

"Well done!"

"Let's work together and kill these sons of bitches of demons!!"

He pointed the gun downwards again, and the motor emitted a sharp hum once more.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!"

The fire whips continued to wreak havoc on the demon army.

The afterglow of the explosion in the sky had not yet dissipated, illuminating the entire battlefield in a flickering light.

From the darkness further away, the faint sounds of dragon roars and hiss could be heard.

Three enormous dragons were fiercely tearing at two bone dragons.

Dragon breath and pale bone flames clashed and spewed forth, each impact causing the earth to tremble.

Completely disregarding defense, the bone dragon used its sharp bone claws to leave deep, bone-revealing wounds on the dragon's body.

The dragon, meanwhile, used its fangs to bite down hard on the bone dragon's cervical vertebrae, attempting to tear it apart.

The battles there are primal struggles between behemoths.

No ordinary unit can get close; even a slight touch means certain death.

No, the godfathers love... cough... the author loves to read it, but I can't die.

Therefore, anyone who is close to the dragon's battlefield is bound to be either killed or injured!