Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

After the dragon roared, its chest heaved violently.

It's clear that this decision was difficult for him to make.

He paused, then said in a deep voice:

"From the moment we decided to set foot on that land, all of us were prepared to sacrifice!"

"Including...my son."

Zhao Gang, who wanted to say something more, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word when he heard the last sentence.

Long Zhan took a deep breath, his tone no longer harsh.

"The blast radius of this nuclear bomb is less than five kilometers."

"Lin Mo is five kilometers away. With his second-tier physique and the healing magic of the elves, he shouldn't die."

"Even if... even if he really dies, he still has another body far away in the Elf King's City."

"Great Xia... still has a chance to start over!"

"We can afford to lose a frontline base, but we can't afford to lose the entire planet!"

These words left Zhao Gang and Qian Zhenhua speechless.

They looked at Long Zhan's face, which was filled with determination, with complex expressions.

This man was a general, and also a madman.

A madman who can instantly decide to sacrifice everything for the greater good.

"Buzz—"

A transport vehicle carrying a nuclear bomb drove by, carrying that terrifying object capable of destroying everything, and entered a portal emitting blue light.

On the main screen of the command center, the red dot representing Volaz was approaching at a visible speed while the group was arguing.

Three kilometers.

Two kilometers.

One kilometer!

It broke through the final blockade line formed by countless firepower!

This includes soldiers marching rapidly on the road, drones in the sky, infantry fighting vehicles, armored vehicles, mortar fire, artillery fire, and everything else to stop its advance.

It stood there on a hillside, gazing at the surrounding area.

At this distance, the opponent could sprint over in less than ten seconds if they wanted to.

Outside the gate stood countless soldiers, ready for battle.

At the portal entrance lies a nuclear bomb, ready to destroy everything, including the portal itself.

Long Zhan slowly raised his hand, his index finger hovering above a button on the control panel covered by a red transparent cover.

That's the button to detonate a nuclear bomb.

The only sound in the entire command center was heavy breathing.

There was one more thing Long Zhan didn't mention: he was actually gambling as well.

He had considered having the archmage who maintained the magic circle stop the portal to prevent the crisis from spreading to Earth.

However, this comes at a high cost.

If that great mage can stop the demon leader, then abandoning the portal means there might not be another chance to build a portal for Lin Mo next time.

This place is very close to the Elven capital, which is likely to be destroyed. Other races would not be willing to pay a high price, or even invite trouble, to let Great Xia go.

Even if Lin Mo manages to secure the opportunity to rebuild the portal in the future, it will most likely be several years from now.

However, the time that Earth has left for humanity... is running out.

At this moment, Long Zhan was gambling with the lives of his 25,000 men, betting that the great mage could stop the demon leader.

If we lose the bet, we'll detonate a nuclear bomb and everyone will be finished.

However, if the gamble succeeds, it will buy more time for the Great Xia Dynasty, allowing people who cannot be accommodated in the underground city to live here, thus saving more lives.

He felt that gambling with 25,000 people was worthwhile!

It's like a train coming along, with ten people tied to one of the two tracks and one person tied to the other. No matter which track the train takes, someone will die.

Dragon's choice was cold and cruel.

Outside the portal, artillery fire roared.

Volaz ran through the dust, his body covered in mud, leaves, and shrapnel, which were stuck together by the gushing black blood and blown away by the oncoming gale.

It didn't care at all.

A powerful self-healing force writhed through the skin, squeezing out the sand and metal fragments embedded in the muscle, and the wound healed in an instant.

"boom--!!"

Another shell exploded in front of it.

Woraz dragged his giant axe, his body twisting at an angle that defied the laws of physics, and cannonballs flew past, grazing his afterimage.

The shell travels five times faster, but it always manages to dart out more than ten meters in the last 0.1 seconds.

In the sky, Elder Muyu's figure had already disappeared into the distance. The magical vines he had cast with the last bit of magic power were easily broken and shattered by Volaz.

He needs to go back to get the magic crystals to replenish his supplies before returning to provide support.

Just over a minute.

Woraz appeared on a small hillside.

It stopped, facing the rising sun, and squinted its scarlet vertical pupils.

In the distance, beneath a pillar of light reaching the heavens, an elderly man dressed in a magnificent white robe was forming hand seals and chanting incantations.

"Just as I expected—"

Volaz grinned, revealing a cruel smile; its guess was correct.

Beside the portal, two holy human guards stood with pale faces.

A fourth-tier high-level mage and a fourth-tier high-level knight.

Before a sixth-tier demon commander, they were no different from ants.

Archbishop Kyle's lips moved as he chanted incantations, his face solemn as he stared at Woraz on the hillside.

He glanced to his side.

The portal's diameter has expanded to 3.2 meters, just a little short of its final size of 3.5 meters.

But... there's no time left!

Kyle instantly changed hand seals, and the speed of his incantation suddenly increased.

The portal must be solidified immediately!

"roar!"

Volaz roared and transformed into a black lightning bolt, charging towards the portal.

"For the glory of the Holy Light!"

The fourth-tier knight let out a desperate roar; chivalry and honor would not allow him to retreat even a step!

He held the massive metal shield firmly in front of him, his legs slightly bent, pressing his entire weight down on it.

Golden, divine power surged from the gaps in his armor, transforming him into a golden statue.

"Holy Light, grant me strength!"

Another fourth-tier mage raised his staff, and a blazing holy light spell shot out, striking Volaz precisely on the back.

"Sizzle—"

Black smoke billowed up, and a fist-sized patch of charred blackness appeared on Volaz's back.

Its body only paused briefly, but its speed increased instead of decreasing.

Voraz looked at the golden knight blocking his way with disdain and raised his giant axe high.

"court death!!"

"boom!!!"

The giant axe and the shield collided head-on!

The knight's knees bent sharply, his legs sank into the ground, dust exploded beneath his feet, and golden light surged from his entire body!

Vulnerable!

The shield, inscribed with several permanent spells, cracked with a "crack" sound, revealing a spiderweb-like pattern of fissures.

His magical armor shattered inch by inch.

"ah--!"

The knight screamed in agony, spitting out blood as his body traced an arc in mid-air before crashing heavily a hundred meters away, where he fell silent.

one strike.

A fourth-tier knight, critically wounded and on the verge of death.

This is the terror of a sixth-order demon!

Wollatz continued his momentum, closing in on Kyle.

"shooting!!!"

A soldier from the Great Xia Dynasty gave the order in a hoarse voice.

"Da da da—"

A torrent of bullets instantly poured down on Volaz.

"Ah—that feels so good."

Wollatz gave a look of enjoyment.

"This force reminds me of my subordinates; their tickling skills are nowhere near as good as yours."

At this moment, several infantry fighting vehicles suddenly opened fire.

"boom!"

The armor-piercing shells, which had been prepared beforehand, tore through the air and burst into flames!