Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 432 Tanks are magic!

"This...what is this? Is this still the Yangyue World?"

Fortunately, the knights are riding well-trained old buddies who have fought alongside them for many years.

If we had used the ordinary pack horses that the caravan preferred, they would probably have been frightened and run away just by seeing such a noise.

But even so, they felt a little chill in their hearts and couldn't help but cover their mounts' eyes with cloth while comforting them.

Don't look at Aobao, just pretend it doesn't exist...

However, it was useless to escape, because standing before them were the regular armies of the great powers that had not neglected training even in the game, and were unique in land warfare.

Moreover, traditional skills cannot be lost. Even in the most difficult situations, if it is impossible for everyone to have a gun, we must ensure that everyone has a barrel. This is the bottom line!

Then there were only a few crisp popping sounds, and without any foreshadowing, more than a dozen rockets hit the knights' heads.

"Fuck, what is this? How can I just take it out and explode it?"

So the second disadvantage of magic appears - large-scale magic consumes a lot of mana.

In order to save energy, they had already turned off their shields, and now they had no time to deploy them quickly, so they were blown to pieces by the rockets.

Amid the rising smoke and the wailing of his subordinates, Pogo was now in tears.

Tired, destroy it...

However, as a leader, he still kept his integrity at the critical moment and commanded the knights to open their shields in time.

Unfortunately, in the next second, there will be a big question mark as to whether this shield is a shield or a target.

Because the five steel behemoths finally moved, and when they turned their turrets and pointed them at the red flame dome, they also exploded the armor first.

Oh, armor explosion, I thought it was...what, armor explosion! ?
Although Ji Ming was essentially blind to military matters, he could guarantee that a tank in reality would never suddenly remove its armor, exposing its internal structure emitting a dazzling red light as if it had activated destruction mode.

And after the visible light surged, a dark red shell full of magical colors was fired from the equally shining barrel, like a meteor across the sunset.

Five spots of light appeared on Pogo's retina. After a brief moment of confusion, he opened his mouth as if he had seen a ghost and shouted out jaw-dropping words.

"Stop! Everyone, stop sending magic power! That is..."

Unfortunately it was too late. After a beautiful arc, the shell hit the dome.

And it doesn't break the armor like an armor-piercing bullet does when it is pulled to the full force, but it dissolves into it like a sugar cube the moment it comes into contact with it.

From then on, the strange dark red light expanded rapidly like paint, gradually eroding the entire magic circle.

Everything was so quiet that the subsequent sounds, like watermelons cracking, were particularly clear.

However, there were no watermelons on the battlefield, so those were actually knights who were "infected" one after another and whose heads were blown up by chaotic magic and thoughts.

Naturally, that cannonball was no ordinary one. The magic array contained in it was the infamous "magic-breaking" in the wizard circle.

As a forbidden spell that has been passed down for many years, Magic Breaker does not actually have any direct killing effect, but for the caster, it is an absolute nemesis.

Because the moment it comes into contact with other magic, it will start a process similar to a chain reaction, activating all the magical power that makes up the magic, and tracing back to the source, extending all the way to the caster's sea of ​​consciousness.

But how can the human body contain such violent and uncontrolled boiling energy? Therefore, it is very likely that the head will explode directly because the sea of ​​consciousness is completely out of control.

Unless the caster is quick to cut off the supply at the first opportunity and "sever ties" with the magic he or she has released, the broken magic that cannot be traced back to its source will simply disappear due to loss of energy.

Or the caster may be too powerful and can use his own consciousness to suppress the "infection" of the magic. If that doesn't work, he can just be born with an iron head that is not afraid of explosions and directly make it invalid.

But no matter what, it is a disgusting existence like a cockroach to spellcasters, and it is a deadly poison to low-level mages who are not skilled enough.

Unfortunately, these knights who practiced both magic and martial arts but definitely leaned towards martial arts were a group of unskilled spellcasters. They were unlucky enough to face the sudden attack of five magic-breaking bullets at once.

The tank that can fire this special shell is not the Type 59 at all. If it must be given a name, it might be called the Type 59M (i.e. the Magic (mo) improved version of the Type 59 tank).

Relying on the flexible use of magic engraving technology obtained by reverse engineering from the magic armor technology, the scientific research team led by Chief Engineer Zhang Hai was the first to complete the combination of Yangyue technology and Chinese technology.

Although its design is still very primitive so far and it can only fire a few special magic shells, such a beautiful first battle also proves that this direction is definitely correct.

But all this was like the sky falling down for the Knights.

"No! No! No!"

The only remaining knight who heard Pogo's command and cut off the magic in time with him was completely despairing in the face of this situation.

But after the crazy roar, they no longer had the ability to think and continued this meaningless charge with red eyes.

Ah what?
The soldier felt sorry for them and took out a dozen more tubes to treat them well.

That's fine.

Thus, more than 800 well-equipped cavalrymen were enough to allow a viscount to rise to the top and tiptoe to touch the capital of earl-level power.

In this way, they were completely wiped out in just one minute in a battle, without even having time to move a finger against the enemy.

However, as a knight commander, Pogo's body is indeed strong enough.

Clearly, half of the rockets were aimed at him, but his body, which was half burnt to a crisp, was still able to breathe, making him a legendary bomb-resistant king.

But he had no room to resist as he collapsed on a pile of corpses. He could only watch as the group of pioneers with extremely determined expressions slowly approached with guns in hand, seeming to be shouting something.

Ok?
Damn! It turns out my ears were blown off too, damn...

These were the last words in Pogo's mind before his consciousness completely sank into darkness.

"My God..."

Seeing the magic cavalry, which was full of vigor and seemed able to crush mountains, turned into a pile of scrap metal and flesh, Andre felt his blood run cold.

She is a tiger, not stupid. If she can be considered smart for using rudeness to gain some benefits in normal days, she is courting death by being stubborn now.

Moreover, Squirrel Military Industry is, after all, the White Eagle people's industry. It's fine for the Chinese government to be the first support force, but it would be unreasonable if the second force was not from the White Eagle people.

Therefore, the four registered superpower users closest to the battlefield quickly arrived, either by flying or running, or simply riding a skeleton warhorse with flames burning all over its body.

The strength of these super-powered people is indeed impressive. Relying on the talents inherited from reality, it is no problem for them to defeat hundreds of coalition forces on their own.

But if this is the only strength that White Eagle showed this time, it is obviously not enough, at least after China has dispatched its regular army and magic tanks.

So in the darkening sky, a large group of things that looked like flying birds flew over from the horizon, and after reaching the sky above the factory, a heavy rain of bullets fell. If China studied the magic imprint and integrated it with real weapons as soon as possible, then what White Eagle did was to use it to realize the wonderful idea that could not be fully realized in reality.

For example, a jet backpack.

With the help of engraving and magic crystals, they successfully created a backpack-type vehicle that can fly stably as long as the user is a mage.

Perhaps from this day on, "air defense" will become a must-test point for every defensive position and fortress in the Yangyue world.

If the White Eagles come, shouldn’t the royal family, as the conjugated father and son, come? Should Silla, as its most filial son, come?

The royal people are here, so shouldn’t the Gauls, his mortal enemies, come too?

The Silla people are here, so isn’t it time for the equally filial eldest son of the Eagle family, Japan, to come?
The Royal Family and the Gauls are here, so isn’t it time for the Iron Cross, also one of the three giants of Europe, to come?
Now that the European Alliance has all arrived, is it time for Rossiya, which is competing against it, to come?

Now that everyone is here, isn't it time for our great and powerful India to come over and stir up trouble?

Hey!
Thus, inadvertently, this military expedition under the banner of support turned out to be a muscle show by officials of various countries after four months of disguised Cold War.

But there is nothing particularly "surprising". The father is still the father, the son is still the son, the comprehensive national strength is there, and the order of seniority cannot be changed.

On the contrary, Ji Ming felt more satisfied. After all, to him, these were all his "properties".

The Southern Coalition, which was surrounded by the big men from various countries, felt that there was really no need to fight any further. After being wiped out by everyone, they only had 2,000 remnants left and chose to surrender.

"Dad, I surrender, Dad."

In fact, everyone was reluctant at first, but Huaxia coughed and mentioned the "Geneva Convention", and Baiying said that everyone was a decent person.

Gaul even went around lobbying, "Those who surrender are good people, and those who surrender should not be killed!" and then spoke harshly about the royal family.

So everyone looked at each other and said, "Okay, what can I say?" and we all reluctantly accepted it.

As for the Lingxi Observation Group, which was responsible for providing the reason for all countries to send troops, they only had two words in their minds as they watched all this: "Fuck!"

They knew that as a force that could establish its own territory, the Pioneers must have some skills, but they never expected that your skills would be so big and numerous.

After the battle, almost all onomatopeia and transition words were used, and thousands of troops were defeated, as if it was a joke.

"We must report to His Majesty immediately. I'm afraid there will be big changes in the southern part of Glowing Light!"

After saying goodbye politely and gracefully, the observation group, fearing that they would be left behind, quickly slipped back to the fleet, weighed anchor and set sail, disappearing into the vast ocean.

Looking at the White Eagle battleship that had been under construction for some time in the darkness, the representatives of various countries had different expressions, but no one spoke and they just dispersed.

A brewing storm has just shown its tip in a remote place far away from civilization, while in the center of civilization, it is still peaceful.

As the jewel in the crown of Qixia City, the Sun Castle has actually long since developed into a palace complex, with reassuring warm colors everywhere you go.

But no matter how beautiful a building is, it will have shadows, just like the Glorious Royal Family. After five hundred years of vicissitudes, it will always need a place to hide the filth that it does not want to show to others.

"Your Majesty, we will be there soon."

After a closed-door conversation with Ji Ming Shenxuan, the Sun King prepared himself mentally for seven days before he finally mustered up the courage to come here.

He reached the door and nervously spent a long time adjusting his clothes. Only after he made sure he looked presentable did he let the butler who was accompanying him push open the door.

This was a small courtyard with a very cozy layout. The flower beds were planted with gentian, wisteria, and heather, which were in full bloom under the influence of a faint magic.

Faced with such a beautiful scenery, the Sun King just sighed, walked around in front of the flower bed for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to grab the gardener's shovel.

Unfortunately, before the tip of the shovel could dig into the soil under the roots of the flower, a strong female voice stopped him.

"you dare!"

"Damn it, I just dare!"

However, although the Sun King spoke harshly, he still obediently put away the shovel in his hand.

An old woman who appeared at the door of the house looked at least twenty years younger than him. With a full set of decorations and makeup, she could even look ten years younger.

After signaling the butler to get lost, the Sun King pointed at her nose and walked over with quick, small steps like an old actor in Peking Opera.

"You, you, you, you..."

However, the old woman was not scared away by him. As if she already knew what he meant by this, she even took another step forward.

"What's wrong with me?"

"you……"

The Sun King paused for a moment as if gathering strength, but only four words came out.

"You're so brave!"

"Don't dare~"

The old lady was also a sharp-tongued person. After lengthening her tone, she immediately began to retort.

"Compared to you, who can taste ten kinds of women a day and hang out with girls younger than your granddaughter every day, I am still far behind."

If it were any other time, the thick-skinned Sun King would have admitted it with a laugh, and said that strictly speaking, she should be younger than his great-granddaughter.

But today, the Sun King, whose shortcomings were exposed in front of the other party, immediately blushed.

"you!"

He paused for several seconds before loudly condemning.

"We've been married for decades, and you still can frame me like this!"

An old woman who can live in peace and quiet in a corner of the king's castle, who else could she be except the king's woman?
To some extent, the fundamental reason why Princess Mengquan and Eleanor received special treatment was because of her.

Because no matter what, love will eventually have a certain amount and must have an order.

If calculated according to this, she was the most important and earliest partner in Anton VI's life.

Because of her high magical talent, Mrs. Meryl even needed a very special magic circle to protect her throughout the process so that she could give birth to her offspring safely.

(End of this chapter)