Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

A terrifying divine light burst forth from Archbishop Kyle's originally cloudy old eyes.

He opened his arms, and a new incantation was chanted from his mouth, sacred and majestic.

"Too late!!"

Volaz flashed by, closing in in an instant, his giant axe slashing down with a whooshing sound that tore through the air.

It seemed to already see the pleasurable scene of the old man being cleaved in two by its axe, warm blood splattering all over its face.

So what if he's a sixth-order archmage?

If it gets close to someone of the same level, there is only one way out: death!

However, the scene of flesh being torn apart by the axe blade did not occur.

A more solid and dazzling golden shield suddenly lit up, and the holy light it emitted made Volaz feel a stinging pain.

A hint of surprise flashed in its eyes.

There's another layer of shield?

"Damn it!"

I must kill him before he finishes his spell!

A full-force attack from a sixth-tier archmage, and it was a holy magic that naturally countered him.

Even if I don't die, I'll definitely be badly injured!

"Bang! Bang! Bang—"

The sounds of slashing were so fast that they seemed to blend together.

Each time the golden shield known as the "Holy Guardian" was struck, it would erupt with blinding light, scorching its skin.

Volaz ignored this, and being burned by the holy light only fueled its bloodlust and ferocity, driving it into complete madness.

"Infantry fighting vehicles, get them in too! Ram them!!" an operator roared.

"boom!!"

The flames engulfed the wreckage of the infantry fighting vehicle.

"Swarm three, charge right in its face! I'll fucking make it turn around!!" "Bomb it in the eyes!"

"boom--!!"

Amid the violent explosion, Woraz turned around in frustration and swung his axe.

"That annoying metal buzzing, get out of here!"

Several swooping drones turned into clusters of fire.

Time has been delayed by 2 seconds!

Volaz turned and continued swinging his giant axe at the shield.

The magical crystals on the ground inside the shield, which served as backup energy, all turned into streams of light and were absorbed by the shield, sustaining this terrifyingly high consumption.

"Loyal Dog Number Thirty-One, Charge! Bomb its rear end!"

"boom--!!"

"All the remaining drones! Saturation self-destruct! Blow them up!"

"boom!!"

"boom!!"

"boom….."

To Woraz, these expensive "iron lumps" were no different from annoying mosquitoes.

It doesn't mind being bitten by guns, but it can't stand being buzzed in front of it or having its body clung to. It has to be cleaned up in a fussy manner from time to time.

Time has been delayed by 4 seconds!

.....

Inside the portal.

The images on the big screen were breathtakingly expensive.

The explosions continued unabated.

Qian Zhenhua, Liu Chengen, and the others watched with twitching faces, muttering to themselves.

"One Mengshi (Dragon Warrior) and three infantry fighting vehicles..."

"Now, three more 'loyal dogs' have been stolen, and an entire apartment is gone..."

"Damn! They're just using the 'swarm' as fireworks? One formation costs as much as an entire production line!"

Even Zhao Gang, a former soldier, had his eyes twitching wildly.

Only Long Zhan stood upright like a pine tree, like an emotionless sculpture.

At the portal, hordes of mechanical dogs and drones, laden with explosives, continued to surge forth, charging headlong towards the towering, demonic figure...

It seemed that the goddess of fate had witnessed this scene and taken pity on him, allowing Kael's chanting to finally come to an end before his magic was completely drained by the divine shield.

He raised his staff high, his voice booming like a bell, resounding throughout heaven and earth.

"Holy God of Light, in Your name, purify the heretics before us!"

From the tip of the legendary staff in his hand, personally blessed by the Pope, a pure, condensed white beam of light burst forth, engulfing Volaz, whose expression had drastically changed.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream tore the entire battlefield apart.

The beam of light, like a divine punishment spear, pinned Volaz firmly to the ground.

Its spine bent uncontrollably, making a cracking sound as it was overwhelmed.

Its tough skin, which even high-explosive shells could not penetrate, melted away rapidly under the holy light, like butter under a hot knife.

Muscles and fascia were purified inch by inch, and the black demonic energy evaporated wildly, making a "sizzling" sound.

It struggled to its feet and was horrified to discover that one of its arms was nothing but bone.

A huge hole appeared in his chest, clearly showing his stark white ribs and writhing internal organs.

At the edge of the wound, wisps of white, holy flames clung to it, constantly scorching its flesh and blood, preventing the demonic body from healing itself.

Reinvented!

With just one strike, this sixth-tier demon leader suffered unprecedented damage!

"Damn it!!" Volaz was furious.

If it weren't for those damned ants interfering, it could have broken through the shield and killed the mage!

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Archbishop Kyle's breathing was somewhat disordered.

The astral teleportation array, which had been maintained all night, had its magic power greatly depleted in order to maintain the attacked holy shield.

Forcing out such a powerful divine spell at this moment placed a huge burden on him.

But he still stood straight, his body as upright as a pine tree.

The mage remained silent, only raising his staff incessantly.

The rising sun behind him gilded his pristine white robe with brilliant gold trim, which fluttered in the morning breeze like a deity.

"I...I'll remember you!"

Seeing that the other party was about to cast a spell, the heavily injured Woraz retreated in resentment, leaving behind only a venomous voice.

In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished a hundred meters away, leaving only a blur.

......

The front lines.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!"

The Gatling gun barrel was glowing red-hot, and scalding hot cartridge cases poured down like a waterfall.

Lin Mo's shoulders went numb from the recoil.

A higher-ranking demon army surged forward like a mad tide, falling in waves amidst cannon fire and magical arrows, only to be replaced by another wave.

"Commander! General Long has ordered you to retreat!" Guard Wu Suowei shouted in his ear, his voice sounding somewhat distorted amidst the explosion.

"Withdraw?" Lin Mo released the trigger; white smoke was still billowing from the barrel.

"We can still hold on!"

With reinforcements arriving continuously, and the elves no longer needing to clear out the smaller units, they were able to focus on dealing with higher-tier troops.

Overall, although the pressure is high, we can manage for now.

"There are too many high-level demons; it's risky!!"

"General Long ordered us to take you behind the mage's defensive line!" Wu Suowei grabbed his arm and forcibly dragged him backward.

Lin Mo glanced back and saw several huge black figures breaking through the enemy lines in the distance. The soldiers' firepower hit them, only causing a few sparks to fly.

The pressure on the front lines is indeed immense; we're more afraid of the unexpected happening.

He didn't say anything more and followed the other person to move to the back.

Having just retreated to the defensive line formed by the elven mages, Wu Suowei took out his entrenching tool and said:

"Sir, we need to dig bunkers on the spot immediately for cover!"

Lin Mo was stunned.

Dig a bunker on the spot for cover?