Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 433 Allied Command Headquarters, Pre-Battle Meeting

The lights throughout the entire fiefdom lit up red and flashed wildly.

Lin Mo's heart tightened, and he quickly ran towards the command center.

Inside the command center, Long Zhan stood in front of the satellite monitoring screen, his face extremely solemn.

"They're here."

Lin Mo strode to the screen and looked at it, his pupils suddenly contracting.

On the screen, a massive black demon army surged out of the occupied territory like a tidal wave.

That's not a few thousand, not tens of thousands.

It's tens of millions!

Swarms of demons, vicious dogs, corruptors, and other creatures, like locusts, blanketed the entire land.

In the sky, winged demons and gargoyles blotted out the sun, their wings flapping to create a fierce wind.

On the ground, heavily armored demon soldiers stood in square formation, the sound of their armor clashing like thunder.

And then there are those giant siege beasts, each tens of meters tall, whose every step causes the earth to tremble.

At the very forefront of this black torrent, nine figures hovered in mid-air.

Before the eight demon lords, the eighth-tier demon god Orinus's demonic energy surged, exuding a terrifying aura.

Seemingly sensing something, he raised his head, his eyes, burning with dark golden flames, seemed to pierce through the screen, staring directly at everyone in the command center.

Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

Even if an eighth-tier demon god is thousands of miles away, can he still sense that the satellite is monitoring him?

"Are you sure they're heading this way? How far away are they?"

Long Zhan's voice broke the silence.

An aide rapidly typed on the keyboard, his voice trembling.

"Based on their route of advance, they are definitely marching towards us."

"Five hundred kilometers away... no, four hundred and ninety kilometers..."

"They're very fast; they're expected to reach the edge of the territory in six hours!"

Inside the command center, everyone held their breath for a moment.

Six hours.

Only six hours.

Lin Mo noticed that Zhao Gang had also arrived and said:

"Brother Zhao, over there at the teleportation portal..."

Zhao Gang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's already accelerating."

"All personnel involved in the firefighting effort can be evacuated within four hours."

"All kinds of supplies from various ethnic groups were delivered within five hours."

"Weapons, equipment, and personnel are in a tight timeframe, but we should all be in place before the demons arrive!"

"There's still time!"

Long Zhan's gaze swept over all the staff officers present, and he immediately gave the order:

"Immediately notify the diplomats of all races and their leaders that the demon army has been mobilized and will arrive at the edge of the territory in six hours."

"Let's hold a joint operations meeting here."

The news broke in less than half an hour.

Lin Mo, Long Zhan, and Zhao Gang sat at the head of the table in front of the huge circular conference table.

Across the table, the highest leaders of the various tribes of Terra took their seats in turn, each followed by a subordinate.

The Elf Queen Elaree had sharp, piercing pale blue eyes. Her long dress draped over the side of the chair, her posture elegant yet exuding a fierce aura.

Pope Gregory VII, with an aged face, wore a white robe embroidered with holy symbols, and his fingers trembled slightly.

King Muradin, holding a battle axe, stared at the sand table with curiosity.

The newly crowned Beast King Warwick exuded a fierce aura as he stared menacingly at the demons on the large satellite screen.

As for the Dragon King, its size was too enormous, so it could only lie on the open ground outside the command center and discuss things with everyone through its headset.

In the center of the conference table, a huge sand table was covered with countless red dots, which were approaching the Great Xia territory at an alarming speed.

After exchanging pleasantries with the various races, Lin Mo looked at Long Zhan.

Long Zhan nodded and said:

"Gentlemen, according to our calculations, the enemy's numbers will exceed ten million."

He pointed his finger at the sand table, and the red area instantly enlarged.

"The known high-level combat forces include one eighth-order demon god, eight seventh-order demon lords, and possibly nearly a hundred sixth-order demon lords."

Upon hearing this, everyone frowned and looked displeased.

Muradin gritted his teeth and said:

"Ten million!"

"Where did these damned demons get so many troops?!"

Long Zhan's gaze swept over everyone present, and he said solemnly:

"Now, I need to confirm the number of troops that each race can deploy."

"If our Great Xia is defeated in this battle, they will sweep across the entire Terra with invincible force; no one will be able to stop them!"

"I hope everyone... will prioritize the overall situation."

The Dragon King's deep voice came through the headset.

"The dragon race can mobilize four thousand dragons, including four seventh-tier battle lords, and myself."

Long Zhan nodded and marked a golden area on the sand table.

"The Holy Human Race," the Pope said slowly.

"One million troops, two seventh-tier knights, two seventh-tier elementalists, including myself."

Long Zhan continued to mark where these troops needed to be placed on the sand table.

"Elves."

Queen Ellari said calmly:

"We can mobilize 700,000 troops, three seventh-tier mage elders, and I will personally lead the battle."

Long Zhan nodded, then turned his gaze to Muradin.

"Dwarves".

Muradin looked around.

"Six hundred thousand troops, two seventh-tier soldiers, including myself."

Long Zhan looked at Warwick one last time.

"Orcs," Warwick growled.

"We can muster 500,000 troops and six seventh-tier Battle Venerables!"

Long Zhan quickly finished marking the sand table.

The distribution of troops from various ethnic groups is clearly presented.

Muradin looked at Long Zhan and suddenly frowned.

"Wait, where is your Great Xia?"

"How many troops can you deploy?"

All eyes turned to Long Zhan.

Long Zhan remained expressionless.

"One hundred thousand."

"!!!"

The atmosphere inside the meeting room immediately became awkward.

Muradin's beard stood on end, and he shouted:

"One hundred thousand?!"

He slammed his hand on the table.

"The demons attacked your Great Xia, and you only sent 100,000 men?!"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Queen Ellari's eyes.

"Great Xia, what do you mean by this?"

Even the Pope frowned.

Just as Lin Mo was about to speak when he sensed something was wrong, Long Zhan snorted coldly.

"Gentlemen, you need to understand one thing."

He emphasized the sand table with his finger.

"The strength of the Great Xia Dynasty has never been based on its numbers."

He raised his head and his gaze swept over everyone.

"Our equipment is intelligent."

"A Great Xia soldier, equipped with exoskeleton armor, electromagnetic rifle, grenades, etc., has the combat power equivalent to ten of your soldiers."

"Our drone swarm can lock onto thousands of targets simultaneously."

"Our artillery has a range of over fifty kilometers and an accuracy error of no more than one meter."

"Not to mention we also have fighter jets, various long-range missiles, and naval carrier strike groups and satellite monitoring systems!"

He paused, his voice growing even colder.

"You must understand, the strength of our Great Xia has never come from individual power!"