Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 381 The Great Counterattack by Various Tribes Using Great Xia Weapons

Seeing this, Zhao Gang reached out and patted Lin Mo on the shoulder to comfort him:

"There's no use in worrying anymore."

"The request has been submitted to the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and Professor Qian is leading a team to tackle the technical challenges."

He pretended to be relaxed and said:

"You know what kind of power Mr. Qian has, right?"

Lin Mo was taken aback.

"Is Professor Qian leading the team?"

He suddenly remembered that Qian Xuesen was not present on the day the World Tree bore fruit.

At the time, he wondered why Academician Qian, who was inseparable from Academician Liu, was not there at such an important moment.

So he was leading a team to develop new technology targeting the demon race.

Lin Mo recalled the other person's outrageous statement, "CPU? Isn't that something anyone can do?"

And then there were Qian Xuesen's legendary research achievements over so many years, which contributed to the rise of the Great Xia Dynasty...

If it were him... he should be able to develop a weapon to deal with eighth-order demons, right?

Do not!

It's definitely possible, absolutely possible!

Great Xia, there is no way out!

The terminal on Lin Mo's wrist suddenly vibrated.

After the call connected, Long Zhan's voice rang out.

"Commander Lin, there's been some activity from the various tribes of Terra."

"They are planning to use our custom-made equipment to launch a counterattack against the demons."

"If you're interested, you can come and take a look."

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

His attention, which had been worrying about the eighth-tier demons, was immediately diverted.

"No problem, I'm coming right away!"

He pressed the hang-up button.

He was extremely curious about the effects of the equipment customized for dragons, elves, and orcs.

What is the effect of a Treant wearing a Steel Fortress in battle?

What would it be like to see orcs carrying cannons and bombarding demons?

Imagine a dragon with missiles hanging all over its back – just thinking about it is awesome!

How could I not go see it?

Lin Mo hung up the call and looked at Zhao Gang.

"Brother Zhao, General Long says there's been an incident. The various tribes of Terra have begun their counterattack against the Demon Clan."

Zhao Gang was taken aback, then became interested.

"Oh? So fast?"

"Let's go take a look."

The two walked quickly toward the command center, one after the other.

Pushing open the door, I found several staff officers already busy inside.

Long Zhan stood in front of the big screen, his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around and glanced back.

"You've come at the perfect time." He pointed to the screen.

"Look, they're about to start fighting."

The large screen was divided into four screens.

In the upper left corner is an image of the dragon race.

In the upper right corner is the border of the Holy City of the Holy Human Race.

The bottom left corner is the outer edge of the Elven forest.

In the lower right corner is the wild mountain range of the orc race.

All four scenes depict densely packed military formations.

Lin Mo squinted and scanned the screen.

"They've all deployed troops to the border simultaneously..."

Zhao Gang crossed his arms and said with great interest:

"It seems that this counterattack against the demons was planned in advance."

Lin Mo nodded.

The fact that all four tribes launched their attacks simultaneously is definitely not a coincidence.

It must have been that the leaders of each ethnic group communicated privately and agreed on the timing of the operation.

He suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Long Zhan.

"General Long, what about the dwarves?"

Long Zhan shook his head.

"The dwarves are also making moves, but they're all underground, so we can't see them."

Lin Mo suddenly realized.

Also.

The dwarves live in underground dwarven mountain cities, and even if they want to launch a counterattack, it is underground.

Satellite surveillance can only see the surface; it can't capture underground battles at all.

Zhao Gang smiled at this point, his tone relaxed.

"By the way, the dwarves also purchased a batch of those 'snap pops' that were originally intended for orcs, saying that these would be suitable for them as well."

Upon hearing this, a scene involuntarily popped into Lin Mo's mind.

The dwarf was only a little over a meter tall, and he threw a large firecracker everywhere...

Isn't this the Bomber from when I used to play League of Legends?

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Just thinking about that scene is hilarious."

Zhao Gang smiled too.

"Indeed, Elder Thorin liked it quite a bit at the time, saying that the weapon was suitable for dwarves."

Lin Mo smiled and shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts and turning his gaze back to the screen.

Elf Battlefield.

Adrian stood on the high ground at the edge of the forest, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Behind him, the elven army was fully prepared for battle.

At the forefront of the shield infantry formation, their heavy armor reflected the morning light, and their shields gleamed with a pale blue magical sheen.

Adrian took a deep breath.

This battle against the demons has lasted for nearly a hundred years.

For two hundred years, the Elven race has been in retreat.

The vast territory was originally dotted with elven cities and the World Tree.

But now, the number of cities can be counted on one hand.

From hundreds of millions of people, the clan has dwindled to a mere fifty million.

Every time we retreated, countless compatriots fell under the claws of the demons!

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his aura imposing.

Because starting today, things are different!

"All troops—move out!"

Adrian drew his sword, its tip pointing directly at the distant demon camp.

"kill!!!"

The shield-bearer phalanx marched forward, their steps precise and orderly, crushing the fallen leaves.

Immediately afterwards, the ground began to shake.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—

That was the sound of the tree-man moving.

Dozens of war treants, each a hundred meters tall, were slowly following behind.

Their roots resemble giant spider legs, rising and falling alternately.

With every step, the ground trembled.

The tree-man was covered with weapons from the Great Xia Dynasty.

Howitzers, rocket launchers, multiple guns, anti-aircraft missiles, lasers, miniature nuclear fusion devices...

Densely packed, pointing in all directions.

The most eye-catching feature is the ring of silver-gray steel fortresses.

It stands thirty meters tall and encircles the lower half of the tree-man's body like a city wall.

Sunlight shines on the metal surface, reflecting a cold luster.

There are hundreds of elven warriors on the treant.

Some of them held machine guns and carried rocket launchers, skillfully checking the ammunition.

Some were operating various cannons and aiming them.

There are also mages, wielding staffs, ready to cast shields and healing spells at any time.

Adrian watched this scene, his eyes slightly red.

This is the power that the Great Xia Dynasty bestowed upon the Elf race!

This is also the source of their confidence in launching a counterattack against the demons!

"Tree Fortress Legion, prepare in place!"

His voice, amplified by his strength, carried far across the battlefield.

The tree-man stopped in his tracks.

Thick roots plunged into the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of dull thuds rang out.

The steel fortress then landed, fitting snugly against the ground.

At that moment, the dozens of 30-meter-high steel walls seemed unbreakable!

Adrian's hand, gripping the sword, trembled with excitement.

He turned to look at the third line of defense.

The elven mage group had formed a square formation, and the magic crystals at the top of their staffs shone brightly.

Further on is the logistics corps.

Food, herbs, and ammunition were being pulled on the backs of various livestock.

In the sky, air force elves riding griffins circled and waited for orders.

Armed with machine guns and carrying rocket launchers, they were ready to deal with the demonic flying units at any time.

On the other side was a technological legion comprised of weapons and equipment from the Great Xia Dynasty.

The elven warriors wielded machine guns and wore lightweight rattan armor.

Tanks and armored vehicles advanced in the lead, their tracks grinding against the ground and kicking up dust.

Adrian took a deep breath.

"Demons..."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Today, it's your turn to retire!"