Chapter 1142: The source of magic like a god

"Huh..." After a while, when the demon veteran's consciousness had begun to blur, a crisp gunshot sounded downstairs, and it seemed that the demon recruit who broke his leg in the ruins of the stairs was also killed.

The demon veteran dropped his head in despair, and then the boundless darkness swallowed his thoughts completely.

At the same time he breathed, on the crater-filled square of the Demon Temple in the distance, the source of magic was using magic to attack the Ailan Hill attack planes hovering above him.

The source of magic with powerful magical abilities uses energy shock to attack those flexible airplanes, but the effect is actually not very good.

Because you can only aim at the target with your senses and eyes, even if the powerful magic energy impacts, it often fails to accurately hit those difficult aircraft.

This is like a battleship in the World War II era. In the face of an airstrike aircraft, there are dozens of anti-aircraft guns in the air, but they suffer from the lack of guidance by the fire control radar and can only helplessly waste shells.

However, even so, the magical origin of the battle has indeed created unprecedented trouble for the offensive forces of the Ailanhill Empire... and, it is still a big problem!

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"Dive! Dive!" In the small cabin, the pilot's headset was full of crazy commands.

Outside the transparent cockpit canopy, an A-10 attack aircraft followed by another has begun a dive attack.

These planes carry heavy bombs, and the wings cut chilling noises in the wind, just like vultures hovering on dry corpses.

The roar of the engine accompanied the declining altimeter in front of him, stimulating the brain nerves of every pilot. They dropped one TV-guided bomb after another at the target, and then pulled up their plane when the bomb exploded.

Of course, because of the existence of the source of magic, every attack by the Air Force attack aircraft of the Ailan Hill Empire takes a great risk.

"Watch out for rangefinder! Watch out for rangefinder! Watch out for space magic!" While pulling up his plane, a pilot loudly reminded his comrades to be careful.

His reminder was not unfounded, because just now, only two or three kilometers away from the Temple of Withalans, a space magic like broken glass suddenly appeared in the air.

The two A-10 attack planes did not react, and directly slammed into the glass-like magical barrier of space. They exploded and crashed in an instant. The pilots in the plane didn't even have a chance to parachute.

Then the battle between the two sides entered a state of almost desperation. The Alanhill Empire pilots who had retreated after encountering space magic before, this time started a round of attacks without fear of death.

Some bombs directly hit the magical barrier of space and exploded in the air, bursting into brilliant fireworks.

Some bombs passed through the edge of the space magical defense barrier and directly hit the magical temple of the demon.

And then... the pilots of the Ailan Hill Empire attack plane, who had already killed their eyes, controlled their planes, and from these crevices, they killed the other side of the space magic.

They continued to aim and drop bombs. The bombs penetrated the ordinary magical defense barrier and exploded the shattered stone pillars of the temple to pieces.

"Pull up! Pull up!" A pilot saw his comrade-in-arms maneuvering the A-10 attack aircraft to restore altitude, but was hit by an anti-aircraft gun on the ground.

The A-10 attack plane dragged a long black smoke, hitting a huge magical fireball that struck, and then turned into a shattered flame.

He pulled his control stick to avoid the ground anti-aircraft fire, and then he pushed the control stick and dived into the course of the bombing once again.

This time, he pointed his nose at the main building of the temple, where the preservation was fairly good, only some of the edges were destroyed by the bomb.

He pressed the button to drop the bomb as he dived, and then steered the plane to the side of the fuselage to give up his course.

Because of inertia, the bomb fell along a beautiful parabola to the magnificent building on the ground.

Just as he was about to hit the target, a powerful energy impact struck from the ground, hit the bomb, and completely destroyed it.

The explosion of the bomb also caused the impact of this magical energy to dissipate along with it, and a huge explosion bloomed in the air, like a ball of fireworks.

The source of magic stood on the square in the center of the temple, and his body was entangled with violent currents because of magic. Because he itself is constructed by magic, the power of those powerful magic under his control can be said to be unprecedented horror.

And because of his own magical power, he can even squander the advanced magic that ordinary people don't dare to use easily. Energy impacts this level of magic, and the source of magic is actually used as a cannonball to intercept the bombs and missiles that strike.

At the same time, he is still maintaining the constantly changing space magic a few kilometers away! Stop and shoot down the planes that are constantly rushing over.

"You...this is a dead end!" His voice echoed on the battlefield, and the magical energy flew up to 10,000 meters in the sky in his voice.

A B-52 bomber was dropping bombs. This energy penetrated the wing. Due to the tearing of the airflow, the wing of the bomber was broken and broken, and then the entire aircraft lost its balance and turned and started to fall.

"Boom!" A 283mm-caliber heavy artillery shell fell in front of the face of the source of magic, and the huge explosion was blocked by his magical defense barrier, distorted into a strange C-shaped shock wave.

The blocked direction is where the source of magic stands. There were hundreds of magical defense barriers in front of him, but most of them were destroyed by the violent explosion just now.

The remaining magical defensive barriers were also shaky, as if they were about to be penetrated at any time. But the source of magic didn't care, because in a flash, so many magical defense barriers appeared in front of him.

"Annoying maggots! Ants!" The source of magic waved his arms irritably, and two huge magic circles appeared in the air. As if opening two magic portals, these two magic circles shot countless fireballs, covering a block of Whithalans.

The wreckage of the building covered with the eagle flag was instantly shattered by these fireballs. As soon as the phalanx of a demon servant army was organizing the attack, it was swallowed by the fireball rain.