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Chapter 155 Treant Mobile Turret
The violent explosion unleashed towering flames and shockwaves. The thick armor of the heavily armored demon soldiers was torn apart like paper under the high temperature and pressure, and their severed limbs flew dozens of meters away.
The power of the explosion was comparable to a fireball spell unleashed at full power by a fourth-tier archmage!
The squad leader simply pulled out another identical metal cylinder from behind his back, skillfully loaded it, and then aimed again.
Throughout the entire battlefield, the technological legion on the flank became the most dazzling presence.
The enchanted metal storm woven from rifles and machine guns caused the charging low-level demons to fall in droves, like wheat being harvested.
The elves used the grenades as "alchemy bombs" and threw them out, each one capable of blasting a deadly clearing in the demon formation.
In comparison, while the projectiles of traditional archers remain elegant and deadly, their efficiency pales in comparison to that of the technologically advanced legions.
Many archers even stopped firing, staring in disbelief at their allies on the flanks.
"My God... what kind of monster did General Adrian bring back?"
"This...this is the weapon of the Great Xia Dynasty?"
"This rate of fire...this power...Goddess of Nature, what have we been using to fight all this time?"
Elder Varelius stood on the city wall, watching all this with a grim expression.
He originally came to see Adrian and those "iron lumps" make a fool of themselves.
In his mind, how could such a crude creation compare to the combat skills and magic that the elves had inherited for thousands of years?
But the scene before him was like a resounding slap across the face.
That torrent of steel made up of bullets displayed a savage, efficient, and irrational beauty of destruction.
It is not as dazzling as magic, but it is more deadly and more ruthless.
The demon race's charging line was forcibly torn open by the technological legion, and the gap was still widening.
The scales of victory began to tip overwhelmingly.
However, this was not the most shocking thing for him.
When his gaze passed over the vanguard and landed on the central ranks of the elven army, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
The noise and explosions there were ten times louder than those on the flanks.
In the center of the elven army, there was no longer the traditional mage corps and healing camp, but a large open space that had been cleared out.
On the open ground, two huge and menacing steel structures stood in a row.
They have thick, long metal "necks" that point diagonally toward the sky.
A group of elves are busy working in a tense but orderly manner.
An elven mage held a cannonball more than half a meter long in his hands, his hands glowing with magical light as he chanted incantations.
Visible natural magic is compressed and injected into the warhead.
"Armor penetration enchantment complete!"
On the other side, a fire mage flashed intricate fire runes across the projectile.
"Flame Storm Enchantment Complete!"
"Reload!" a commander shouted.
The elves stuffed the enchanted shells into the "mouths" of those steel behemoths, then quickly closed the breech.
"Loading complete!"
"Fire!"
"boom--!!"
"boom--!!"
The two 155mm howitzers roared simultaneously, shaking the earth and raising clouds of dust.
The sound was louder than the most violent thunder, making Varelius's ears ring.
He saw two small black dots being tossed into the sky, tracing an elegant parabola before landing precisely in the densest rear of the demon army, several kilometers away.
The next second, the apocalypse arrived.
As a shell landed, a deafening explosion ripped through the air, and dozens of demonic creatures let out agonizing screams as their bodies were torn apart by metal fragments.
The other shell landed, instantly igniting a terrifying firestorm.
An orange-red fiery tornado shot into the sky, engulfing all the monsters within a radius of hundreds of meters and burning them to ashes.
This is a massacre!
It is a merciless, dimensional-reducing attack from another civilization on Terra's existing war system.
Varelius's mouth was agape, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
His revered elven magic seemed utterly laughable and powerless in the face of high-rate-of-fire rifles and ultra-long-range artillery.
Those steel creations amplified the power of elven magic a hundredfold, a thousandfold!
His attendants were equally pale, frozen in place like stone statues.
However, there is something even more noteworthy.
In the center of the battlefield, three giant tree-men, each a hundred meters tall, stood behind the battle line with heavy steps.
They are the oldest guardians of the forest, living legends.
On the city wall, Elder Varelius's face was ashen.
He looked at the three venerable elders of the tree people, who actually allowed those crude, lifeless lumps of iron to be fixed to their bodies; it was simply a desecration of nature and art.
"Nonsense! Adrian is being ridiculous!" he hissed angrily.
The tree-man on the far left has two black tanks firmly "hanging" from its thick, pillar-like "shoulders," one on each side.
On the central tree trunk, an infantry fighting vehicle is coiled, and on its "head" canopy, a vehicle-mounted laser weapon system is placed steadily.
The tree-man on the far right is "grabbing" a Mengshi assault vehicle and a self-propelled howitzer with both hands.
These steel behemoths from the Great Xia Dynasty are all currently in a state of shutdown.
On the left treant's shoulder, inside a tank, the elven officer in command was pressed against the observation window, loudly issuing orders.
"See that area with the highest concentration of heavily armored demon units ahead? Bomb them!"
Gunner, a young elf, was once a sharpshooter who could hit a target from a hundred paces.
At that moment, he awkwardly but excitedly rotated the turret and locked onto the target through the scope.
"Target locked!"
An elven mage also shouted,
"Cannonball enchantment complete!"
"Fire!"
"boom--!!!"
With a loud bang, the 105mm gun barrel jerked backward.
Varelius, standing on the city wall, stared in astonishment, his mouth agape.
He saw a shell leave the barrel at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.
The next second, in the distant demon territory, a fifth-tier troll, wielding a giant axe and standing five stories tall, was completely engulfed by a suddenly expanding orange-red fireball.
The violent shockwave stirred up dust and smoke from the surrounding land, and the troll crashed to the ground with a mournful howl.
"By the goddess of nature... This is wonderful!" The elves inside the tank cheered.
"One more shot! Kill them!" The young gunner's cheeks flushed with excitement as he frantically prepared to load the next round.
This was more exhilarating than all the arrows he shot in his entire life combined!
On the right-hand tree, the gunner inside the self-propelled howitzer quickly loads and adjusts the firing parameters.
"Let those damned demons taste the surprise that falls from the sky!"