My Empire

"Suddenly!" Burrison was holding his assault rifle and blasted violently at the enemies that were approaching. Through his sight, he could see the tracer bullets he shot out, drawing green straight lines and flying towards those flexible figures.

The figure shuttled back and forth in countless tracer bullets, avoiding most of the deadly attacks, but maintaining a very fast forward momentum.

This is definitely not the strength of an ordinary demon army, it is at least something that a strong opponent at the first level of the demon general can do.

However, when did the devil assemble so many demon generals on one front in one breath? Are they not afraid that if these cores are lost, the entire demon army will collapse?

I was thinking about these questions, and Burrison didn't hesitate to move in his hands. He unloaded the magazine he had emptied, then replaced it with a new one, pulled the bolt of the gun, and continued firing frantically.

One by one bullet shells fell under his feet. At the beginning, these shells smashed into the soil, but now they all smashed onto the shells that had fallen earlier.

The shells of these full-power large charges are huge, which also means that the initial velocity of the large-caliber assault rifle bullets is amazing and terrifying.

If you want to block such ammunition, the thickness of the magical defense barrier can be imagined. Being able to use this level of magical defensive barrier on their own, the magical attainments of these white-robed people can definitely be described as apex.

"Boom!" On the distant hillside, a 155mm howitzer shell exploded, throwing up a piece of mud. The raised gravel was splashing everywhere, and among the sky full of gravel and mud, more people in white robes were rushing forward.

One of them was actually holding a banner in his hand, and on this banner was a group of red magic flames.

"Damn, who are these people?" The platoon leader lighted up a magazine, dropped the empty magazine on the ground, drew a new assault rifle from his chest, and cursed in a low voice. .

Beside him, a soldier from Ailan Hill had aimed his weapon in the air, and used the grenade hanging under the assault rifle to throw a large-caliber grenade at the opponent.

Just above their heads, the 20mm caliber machine guns on the armored vehicles behind them are shooting frantically, but these shells rarely hit the target directly, and sometimes the target that barely hits can't directly penetrate the opponent's defensive barrier. .

The battle fell into a bitter battle from the beginning, and the Alanhill heavy-armored grenadiers, who were traveling along the way, had to face their own powerful enemies for the first time.

"Boom!" A white-robed man who had rushed 50 meters away was suddenly enveloped by a violent explosion.

It was an infantry mine, a booby mine planted during defense. Now this booby mine has played its due role, and the huge explosion swallowed the target that tried to pass it.

In the next second, an embarrassed figure rushed out of the flame ball formed by the explosion, and then the figure tumbled and burned on the ground, twisting and deforming. The white robe was long gone because of the explosion, and there was only a body that had been condensed by magic and had no shape.

The wounded monster twisted and struggled on the ground, and then finally collapsed and exploded because it lost its stability. It was like a ignited arsenal, it exploded into a black mushroom cloud, and even spread to the defensive position of the Ailan Hill heavy-armored grenadier 50 meters away.

The remaining white-robed men continued to move forward without any hesitation. Soon a second white-robed man rushed in front of the Ailan Hill grenadiers. This time he was lucky and didn't step on it all the way. Deadly landmines.

"A row! Draw the sword! Hand-to-hand fight!" Burrison shouted loudly, and then drew the long sword from his waist.

All the soldiers around him drew their long swords in a neat and uniform manner. They jumped out of the trenches and pointed their sharp swords at the white-robed man who was rushing over.

"Kill!" Everyone roared, not only to frighten their enemies, but to make themselves firm and excited.

"For Ailan Hill!" Burrison also jumped out of the trenches, waving a long sword towards the white-robed enemy directly in front of him: "Long live the emperor!"

The other party also shouted a vague slogan, and Burrison vaguely heard one: "Serve the gods!"

The opponent's long sword and Burrison's long sword smashed together, and there was a crisp sound in an instant.

Even if Burrison is wearing a powered exoskeleton, he can clearly feel the tremor coming from his wrist-the opponent's strength is quite large, and it can match the power of the powered exoskeleton!

When Burrison realized the strength of his opponent, his opponent also realized that the humans in front of him were also not easy to provoke.

Because it was just a confrontation, the long sword made of stainless steel in the hands of the white-robed man was cut into a huge gap.

The sharp sound of sparks splashing and metal bumping together made the hair stand upright. Before he could think about it, Burrison made a second backhand. And his opponent didn't retreat, but also deceived him, blocking Burrison's attack with the long sword in his hand.

The golden iron cried, and with a click, the long sword in the hands of the white-robed man was cut off. The sharp tip of the sword revolved in the sky and flew far, stuck in the mud not far away.

And the white-robed man didn't panic at all, he lost his long sword, and grabbed Burrison's arm with his backhand, and quickly moved forward with the other hand.

In the middle of a huge magic circle in his palm, the burning fireball quickly enlarged in Burrison's pupils.

Burrison had no time to back up, but the computer on the power armor helped him make the most correct response. A magical defensive barrier in front of him quickly condensed into shape, which can withstand the fireball technique of the white-robed man.

Between the lightning and flint, Burrison felt a huge impact, his body leaned back involuntarily, and he retreated several steps in a row to barely stabilize his figure.

This was a feeling he had never felt before. After putting on the power exoskeleton, he fought head-on with ordinary demon officers and never took a step back.

"The left hand sensor is damaged by 17%! The reserve energy is released explosively, which consumes 22%... The face sensor restarts and the completion degree is 95%!" Inside the headset, the mechanical voice prompted coldly. The function of various parts of the body is impaired.

"Crack...squeak..." Moved his left hand, Burrison took the long sword in his hand and rushed to the white-robed man with black smoke in his palm again.