Chapter 562: rainbow

"Order the devil generals to dispatch! All dispatches! Fly me to the opponent's beachfront! Kill me! Kill me!" Seeing the demon general commander-in-chief, who had already fallen to one side, drew out the long sword from his waist. He gave an offensive order to everyone around him.

He now knows that sitting at the head of the city, waiting for the slow-moving floating city of Makar Xiluo to arrive at a human defense position, or close to the coastline, is an unrealistic thing.

If he insists on continuing to fight in this way, then the last chance of winning will be far away from him.

Therefore, he drew out the long sword from his waist carefully, preparing to personally lead the high-level demon army to the human defense line, and cause enough trouble for the other party!

With this choice, he also had his little abacus in it-he felt that as long as the high-level demons destroyed those large war weapons that could threaten the floating city of Makar Xiluo, mankind would not be afraid.

In fact, in a sense, his idea is indeed correct. As long as those terrifying war machines of mankind are destroyed, the combat effectiveness of mankind is indeed not to be feared.

A human being without weapons may not be as threatening as a wolf. Even the most well-trained fighter does not have the slightest advantage when facing a demon dog.

Not to mention, the devil has more advanced demon soldiers, and the combat power of these demon soldiers is much stronger than the demon dog.

"My lord, now our landing troops have not boarded the other side's coastline in time. Is it appropriate to send elites at this time?" Sombra asked with some worry.

"What do you know? If we don't step up our offensive, then no matter how elite we have, we won't have the opportunity to launch a new round of offensive!" The Demon General explained impatiently.

He watched that the demon warships under his feet had been sunk a lot, and those warships that had been messed up had few ships that could approach the coastline of Ailan Hill.

What annoyed him even more was that, according to his judgment, the human navy fleet that had surrounded and wiped out his decoy interception fleet at high speeds was already close by calculation.

When those terrible warships arrive, there will be no way for him to fight this battle.

Maybe, the floating city of Makar Xiluo in front of you can't even crash onto a human city.

After carefully calculating the power in his hand, the demon commander decided to take the lead in using elite troops to assault the human defenses, fighting losses to disrupt some human defenses.

After all, in any case, only by disrupting the human's combat deployment and creating accidents for the other side can he have the opportunity to jump out of the human trap and use his own rhythm to fight a battle that is more suitable for his side.

Of course, his calculation ideas are all good, but only God can know how much they can play a role.

On the sea, white tracks appeared in the vision of the demon fleet. On these demon warships full of soldiers, the soldiers leaning on the side of the ship widened their eyes and saw the demons coming from underwater.

The number of conventional submarines in Ailan Hill is much larger than that of nuclear submarines. Not only are there in the fleet to defend the harbor, but also an independent submarine squadron, which uses wolves tactics to fight against the devil's sea supply line.

As for the Northern Fleet, because it has only recently recovered, the number of submarines is more than that of surface ships.

These conventional submarines, which can't keep up with nuclear submarines on weekdays, and can only cruise offshore in most cases, are now just in time for their long-awaited prey.

Dozens of conventionally-powered submarines have been standing by underwater for a long time. After the demon fleet entered the ambush circle, they began their attack.

One submarine launches two torpedoes, and dozens of submarines can launch more than one hundred torpedoes at the same time.

Even if there are torpedoes that will attack the same target, more than a hundred torpedoes are enough to sink more than 70 demon warships.

"Then, that is the human'torpedo'!" A demon officer called out a word that was still relatively unfamiliar to him.

Torpedo, this foreign word was created by Ailan Hill himself, which is exactly the same as tank and kilometers, and it has never appeared on this continent.

However, with the expansion of Ailan Hill, as well as the reports and propaganda before the surrender of the Puppet Empire, the demons have also begun to use these new words "created" by Ailan Hill on a large scale.

Hearing the word torpedo, the expressions of other people changed drastically-most demons are not afraid of death, and if they can die for the source of magic, they will feel that they died well. But they also don't want to die so unclearly. Isn't it dead in vain to die in such a place?

If they were asked to fight each other with weapons and then die in a **** battle, they would disagree-but let them die without even seeing the enemy, so a fool would be willing, right?

"Accelerate! Zuo full rudder! Avoid! Quick! Avoid!" someone shouted desperately on the deck, seeing the white track perpendicular to the sideboard, and thus came into close contact with the battleship he was on.

"Boom!" A huge explosion resounded across the sky, and the huge water column rising on the sea lifted the entire demon warship.

Because of the gravity at both ends of the battleship, the battleship broke apart from the middle, and then because the water surface fell, the bulging part in the middle fell back into the water again, and a large amount of seawater poured into it in an instant.

The bow of the ship supported the railings on the side of the ship. The demon officer who had not been thrown out was embarrassed to get up, but found that his sense of balance had been completely lost.

He staggered and got up with the railing of the ship's side, before he could stand still, he saw another violent explosion in the broken stern.

Just by looking at the light blue light, it was the magic power core at the stern that had exploded because of the shock. After an instant, the entire stern of the ship that had been broken and disconnected exploded and turned into countless small fragments, which fell into the nearby turbulent sea.

The demon officer only saw the explosion because his ears had lost hearing. The sound of the torpedo explosion just now made him hear no sound, and there were only hundreds of bees hovering and swooping in his head.

Because a large amount of seawater poured into the fractured area, the front deck of the demon warship also began to tilt. The fixed chain on a huge siege vehicle parked on the deck broke, and the huge body ran over the unconscious demon soldier and slid towards the center of the broken ship.

Immediately afterwards, with the corpses of hundreds of demon soldiers, this huge siege vehicle crashed into the sea and disappeared in the whirlpool in an instant.

More water poured into the non-detailed compartments of the Demon Warship. As the water entered more and more, the remaining half of the warship began to tilt more and more.

The bow, which was not sharp, was raised high, and the part that was originally underwater was exposed to the surface of the water. Those marine creatures attached to the ship's hull also reappeared at this moment.

Firmly grasping the railing beside him, seeing a demon soldier screaming and sliding down the deck into the swirling sea water, the demon officer hurriedly pulled his armor.

The heavy armor that can save one's life under the enemy's sword, at this moment turned out to be a life-threatening shackle, which I have to say is a kind of irony.

Seeing the battleship sinking, the floating surface of the broken planks and some tattered seas were getting closer and closer to him. He just tore off the armguards on his arms, the demon officer who had not had time to take off his breastplate, closed his eyes in despair .

It kept turning, and the cold and desperate water hit his face. He swallowed him and the railing he was holding together, and never surfaced.

"Should I call "Long live the origin of magic?" The demon officer with his eyes closed in the midst of turning around, felt the sea water immersed in his nostrils and pressed into his heart and lungs, thinking about it with his last consciousness.

However, there is no answer to his nonsense, and the boundless darkness swallows him. There were also struggling demon soldiers in various poses that sank with him.

Just when the demon warship sank, hundreds of demon soldiers with meat wings and long swords flew out of the floating city of Makar Xiluo.

At almost the same time, Ailan Hill's electromagnetic guns hit Makar Xiluo for the third time. The front of the city was collapsing, and there were explosions everywhere.

Along with the desperate explosion and collapse, the height of Makasilo also dropped a little bit. The demons in the city were hiding everywhere, cracks appeared in the streets, and some towering magic towers began to break.

Like the sunken Vatican, this floating city is beginning to show signs of collapse. Even a huge city that is several kilometers wide, under the attack of a large-caliber electromagnetic gun, can not last long.

Those high-level demons who flew out also saw the appearance of Makar Xiluo being hit behind him. They yelled, and aggressively slew towards the human-controlled coastline, preparing to cause some trouble for their opponents.

Under their feet are the demon warships that have accelerated their impact on the coastline. These warships are full of demon officers and soldiers who are ready to vent their anger.

On the other side, in front of the human dyke, vines and flags lined up, Falae rode on the back of his unicorn, squinting at the high-level demon army coming in the distance.

Then, he slowly raised his arm. Behind him, hundreds of elven archers took up long bows with exquisitely carved patterns. Those arrows made of expensive wood were placed on the fingers of mithril, and the arrows flashed in various ways. The light of magic.

Suddenly, Falai's arm slashed forward, and countless magical arrows, like a splendid rainbow, flew toward the black cloud above the devil's head.