In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Satan also looked dazed while standing on the hill, the layers of fortifications made his scalp tingle.

There are not too many demons crossing the sea. The human steel storm has already been tried, and no matter how planned it is, it is impossible to break through the defense.

Will the majestic formation crush all conspiracies?

No matter how cunning the devil is, he will lose his tricks in the face of absolute strength. The elites of the countries all over the world, no matter how freed from ammunition restrictions, will find it difficult to fight against the frenzy of annihilation in the early days of the new era.

"Your Majesty..." The Balrog Lord looked at it eagerly. A height of more than ten meters was undoubtedly a perfect target, and the flames of molten gold wrought iron could withstand a hundred rounds, but could it withstand a thousand rounds?

Satan took a deep look at the opposite side, the frustration that even the strongest human beings could not see came to his mind, he waved his big hand: "Withdraw!"

"You're here and want to leave?"

Bismarck quickly noticed the devil's change. These idiots probably didn't know the difference in range between army artillery and sea cannons. That hill had already been marked for bombardment.

The most famous chancellor in German history stepped out of the bridge and walked into the sky, the medals hanging on the light blue military uniform shone with various lights--

"In this era, only iron and blood can solve everything! Warriors, water the flowers of victory with your bayonets and blood!"

[Iron Blood Horn! 】

The direct release of treasures, once made a country crazy, and the scope of iron-blood policy is so large that it even illuminates the entire beach. The soldiers who were originally unstable in the army suddenly fell into a state of frenzy. It was not a religion, but a desire for glory and victory.

"Go on the bayonet!"

"Go on the bayonet!"

With high morale, no fear of mental interference, and ignoring pain, the soldiers from the three countries immediately turned into war machines. At this time, another general wearing ancient Roman armor stepped into the sky and stood side by side with Bismarck.

[Military reform that laid the foundation for conquest! 】

Marius, who once established the invincible legion of the Roman Empire, also released the Noble Phantasm. The soldiers whose morale had exploded had increased agility, strength, and magical power.

This Noble Phantasm does not greatly increase the heroic spirit, but it is the difference between life and death for ordinary people!

"Fire!"

With an order, the God of War spewed out billowing flames, from the sea to the land, the muzzle flashed together, dozens of rocket support ships fired at full speed, and the air was full of terrifying screams of '咻咻咻'!

Nearly 200 cannons above 300 inches, and [-] fighter planes of various types, the rain of steel was enough to cover dozens of square kilometers of land. The demons only felt that the sky and the ground were filled with shells, pushing their respective magic powers to the limit.

"Humans! You are looking for your own death!!"

Satan couldn't bear it anymore. With this kind of firepower covered, he had to become a bare commander, how to fight against Rosen who had an army of tens of thousands.

Rushing to the forefront, the black tide unfolded against the rain of bullets.

【Annihilation! 】

Under the tide, any metal turned into fly ash. Several fighter planes swooped over their heads and were sucked in without leaving even iron filings. The tide spread all the way to the first trench, and the thousands of people inside who were about to charge disappeared without a trace. .

Such a terrifying scene would have frightened ordinary soldiers so that their hands and feet were cold, but now they have been buffed twice in a row, and they will never give up their attacks as long as they have a breath.

Bang bang bang!

Not only did the barrage not stagnate, but it became more violent. Those land battle artillery also joined in the chorus, making the black wave fluctuate. Satan increased his efforts again, trying to directly devour the hateful human beings, but Joan of Arc was like hundreds of years ago. As with the British Army, stand bravely at the front.

The steadfast belief of the magic stick makes the devil hate it. The golden light curtain is facing the black tide tit for tat. 'Abduction' fights against Satan.

Demons have always been the only ones who beat human beings, and there is no time when they are suppressed and beaten. Satan, who has no skills at all, finally defeated cunning with cruelty.

"Kill it! Those who retreat - die!"

Out of the protection of the king, only the demons who were bombed went crazy. The already weakened troops charged forward forcefully, but what greeted them was a rain of bullets.

"shooting!"

Regardless of the danger of running aground, the battleship approached the beach, firing so hot it set the air on fire.

"shooting!!"

The soldier with the pinnacle of human body hit the red barrel, loaded the shells one by one, making the demon man who had just rushed out of the tide turn his back on his back, and then raised his bayonet to fight bravely with him.

There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the surrounded soldiers fired grenades without hesitation. There were still several floors after the devil's first trench, and the open space in the middle was simply a slaughterhouse.

The swords were replaced with guns, but the bravery remained the same. Death and destruction were unpalatable, and piles of corpses formed hills. The tragedy was stronger than any offensive and defensive battle in Europa.

"Cowardice and courage, human beings are such contradictory creatures. Regardless of the bonus of treasures, they can still make demons pay the price."

A needle could be heard in the command center hundreds of kilometers away. Rosen muttered to himself, proud of human beings. If it weren't for the laws set by the gods, perhaps the new era would not have come at all.

The optical satellites could no longer see the battlefield clearly. Thick smoke and flames were densely covered. A battleship was detonated by flames in its ammunition depot, and the mushroom cloud rising into the sky was as high as [-] meters.

The dots of light on the tactical screen disappeared every second, and the soldiers representing several companies were wiped out.

Tens of thousands of guns are fired, and the shock brought by it is not inferior to that of the Noble Phantasm.

"Your Excellency Rosen, Lady Joan of Arc can't hold on any longer."

The intelligence analysis officer calculated the magic power consumed every second, which was even more accurate than a few heroic spirits.

"How long is the maximum limit?"

"30-70 seconds, after that, the wave of demons will swallow up the position, and the damage rate will be over 60%." The voice of the professional talent is emotionless|colorful, and he only provides data.

The eyes of the heroic spirits are all on Rosen. France, Germany, and the land of the gods have completed their tasks. They must either retreat or let the standby air fleet support them.

Rosen was silent for a few seconds until he finished calculating the pros and cons, and nodded to the nervous communication officer, who quickly picked up the phone.