Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 319 Lin Mo fights a 7th-tier opponent!

"Grom, suppress its left flank!"

"As you wish!"

The centaur roared and charged from the left, swinging its giant axe.

The demons were forced to swing their spiked clubs to block.

"Clang clang clang!"

Three collisions in succession, sparks flying everywhere.

Lin Mo maneuvered his mecha to cut in from the right.

The plasma lightsaber unleashed a series of slashes, forcing the demons to retreat repeatedly.

Four drones hovered overhead, constantly shining lasers into its eyes, which was extremely annoying.

The demons were struggling to cope and tried to shake off the two attackers, but they couldn't escape their pincer movement.

The movements are getting slower and slower.

"Now!"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

The Pangu mecha suddenly extended its left hand, its palm lighting up.

[Plasma cannon charging... 100% charge!]

"boom!!"

A flash of white light streaked past and struck the demon.

The plasma cannon blasted open its chest armor, revealing charred flesh and blood.

"roar--!"

The demon let out a shrill scream, its body trembling violently.

Grom seized the opportunity, stomped his hooves, and leaped into the air.

The giant axe was raised high and brought down fiercely on the demon's head.

"Die!!"

"Bang!!"

The giant axe cleaved down on the demon's head.

Black blood bursts forth.

The demon's skull caved in, his body trembled violently, and his knees buckled.

Lin Mo did not stop.

The thrusters emitted a burst of light as it darted closer.

The plasma lightsaber swept out.

"puff!"

The blade of light slashed across the demon's neck.

High temperatures instantly sever flesh and bones.

His head flew off, and his body crashed to the ground.

Black blood gushed out like a spring, pooling on the beach.

Grom landed, his hooves buckled, and he nearly fell over.

Lin Mo piloted his mecha forward and reached out to support it.

"well enough?"

The centaur, panting heavily, grinned and said:

"He won't die."

It looked up at the Pangu mecha, its eyes flashing with shock.

"Your weapons from Great Xia are truly impressive."

His voice was filled with genuine admiration.

Lin Mo smiled:

"It's alright, mainly because you cooperated well."

Grom shook his head:

"If you hadn't arrived in time, I..."

It glanced at the demon corpse on the ground, and after calming down, a look of lingering fear flashed in its eyes.

For a brief moment when it was caught, it truly thought it was going to die.

"Go and rest first."

Lin Mo said to the weak and paralyzed Grom.

He then picked her up, put her in a car, and ordered the soldiers to take her back.

After finishing everything, he turned to look at the distant sky where three seventh-tier powerhouses were engaged in fierce combat.

A fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

His successive victories gave him a taste of something different, and he was eager to try the more difficult seventh tier!

He can already dominate at the sixth rank, so what about the even stronger seventh rank?

With two Tier 7 players, Warwick and Warwick, around, it seems they still have a trump card up their sleeve that they haven't used yet.

He himself also has cards he hasn't used yet!

"boom!!!"

The sound of the explosion tore through the air.

In the distance, the heavily wounded demon that had been blown away by the missile was finally torn apart by a cubic nitrogen missile under the continuous bombardment of the position's firepower.

Black blood mixed with severed limbs splattered everywhere.

A patch of charred grime appeared on the beach.

Lin Mo was suddenly startled.

Oops!

That small nuclear bomb still has some radiation left!

"It needs to be cleaned up."

The Pangu mech turned around, its thrusters shooting out blue light, and flew towards the nuclear crater.

The mech hovered above the deep pit.

Lin Mo's lips moved slightly as he silently chanted an incantation.

The magical elements in the air rapidly converged.

A milky-white orb of light slowly appeared above the mecha's head.

The sphere of light grew brighter and brighter, and the next second—

The ball of light exploded!

It transformed into countless points of light, scattering them all around.

Where the light passed, the radiation quickly dissipated.

In the distance, the low-level demons who were charging forward were illuminated by the light and instantly let out a mournful roar.

"Sizzle!"

Black smoke billowed from their bodies.

The skin and flesh melted away.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a puddle of pus.

Lin Mo let out a breath.

Although he only learned a few basic spells such as Holy Light Purification, Holy Light Healing, and Holy Light Bullet, his strength as a sixth-tier archmage was genuine.

More than enough to deal with these cannon fodder.

Magic is his trump card!

It's time to test the results of our hard work over this period.

He surveyed the entire defensive line.

Inside the third trench, soldiers were unleashing their firepower to clear out the demons charging from afar.

The automated weapon systems of the second line of defense are operating normally.

The first line of defense has been destroyed, leaving only countless mechanical dogs and drones attempting to retake it.

He glanced at the entire defensive line again, and seeing that there were no major problems, muttered to himself:

"It's time to go check out the seventh-tier battle."

He turned around, and the thrusters roared to full power.

The Pangu mecha vanished in a blur, hurtling towards the sky above the sea.

On the sea a few kilometers away.

The three figures were locked in a fierce battle.

Sometimes they would soar into the sky, their fists and feet colliding and creating sonic booms.

Sometimes it crashes into the sea, creating giant waves tens of meters high.

Sometimes it dives underwater, where the seawater surges and boils.

With his wings spread wide and a sword in hand, Vokong slashed repeatedly at Vel'Koz.

Warwick lunged from the side, his claws tearing through the air.

Velcz waved his four tentacles, each wielding a weapon, and parried the attacks.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of metal clashing made the air vibrate.

"boom!"

Another collision.

All three retreated simultaneously.

Wokong was panting heavily, with several wounds on its wings, and blood dripping down its feathers.

Warwick's shoulder was covered in blood, and his hair was stained with it.

Viktor was also having a hard time.

A deep claw mark appeared on his chest, from which black blood continued to seep out.

A flash of fury crossed its eyes.

Although this seventh-tier demon lord was not as powerful as the great leader of all demons, Morpheus, the two seventh-tier orcs could only fight him to a draw when they joined forces.

Want to kill?

Totally impossible.

Just then—

A mechanical roar came from afar.

"Warwick, Warkun, I'm here to help you!"

Lin Mo flew over in his Pangu mech.

Warwick's pupils contracted as he recognized the voice of the person who had entered.

"Lord Lin Mo, leave immediately!"

"This is not a battle you can participate in!"

He shouted urgently.

In a battle between seventh-tier experts, the power of a single punch is unimaginable, coupled with terrifying power-generating techniques; a slight misstep could result in a gruesome death.

Lin Mo, despite his noble status as the commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Dynasty, possessed very little strength.

If they were to die here, the orcs would inevitably be blamed by the Great Xia, affecting future cooperation.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Lin Mo maneuvered the mecha to hover beside the two of them.

"I want to give it a try. If it really doesn't work out, I can manage with you all here. I won't force myself!"

Actually, there's one more thing.

He remembered what Zhao Kexia had said before, that she didn't know the strength data of the seventh-order demon race.

Therefore, he needs to obtain the strength data of the seventh-tier demon race.

With Warwick and his companion helping out, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

Milky white light surged from the mech's palm, shooting towards Warwick and Warcowyn respectively.

Holy light heals!

The light enveloped the two of them.

The next second—

The scorch marks on Wokong's wings healed quickly, and his breathing returned to normal.

Warwick's shoulder wound stopped bleeding, and the flesh began to grow rapidly.

Both of them were startled at the same time.

"This is... healing magic?!"

Wokong glanced at his own wings.

His injuries had miraculously healed by more than half!

Warwick moved his shoulder, feeling the area where the pain had subsided, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes:

"Oh right, I almost forgot that Lord Lin Mo is also the Holy Son of the Holy Human Race."

However, Lin Mo spoke up urgently.

"careful!!"