Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 82 Is the Great Xia Society another demon race?

Despite the pain, Volaz quickly got up and looked at the Holy Human Mage in the distance with intense resentment.

He glanced again at the "iron spears" that kept attacking from behind, and finally swept his gaze over the endless vines.

A sense of pent-up frustration with nowhere to go drove it to the brink of madness.

"Ugh! Those damn two-legged beasts!!"

When have I ever suffered such injustice!

Moreover, it discovered that without the cover of a large army, it had become a sitting duck.

"Just you wait!!!"

Volaz let out a roar full of resentment. Seeing the Holy Human Mage raise his staff once again, he had no choice but to retreat strategically.

It retreated into the demon army, using the bodies of lower-ranking demons as its shield.

Its frantic, unwilling roars were drowned out by the continuous bombardment, and it dared not advance any further.

The Holy Human mage, who had just cast a fifth-order holy spell, slowly lowered his still-glowing staff.

Gazing at the demon leader who represented fear and death, they sheepishly retreated into the torrent of the demon army.

Moreover... it was accompanied by a bombing every one or two breaths.

He was breathing heavily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this, a member of the tribe immediately took the initiative to steed his winged horse in front of him, his magical shield glowing brightly, and called out with concern:

"Priest, are you alright?"

The Holy Human Race has been under immense pressure since the start of the great war.

The priest shook his head.

"It's alright, you'll recover soon."

That attack just now consumed a lot of magic power.

He glanced at his staff, then looked up at the direction from which endless "iron spears" were descending.

His holy magic can injure sixth-tier demons.

This was enough to make him proud.

But the opponent's attack...

Each time, it made even a sixth-tier demon commander avoid it, not daring to confront it head-on!

The sheer size of the explosion and the flames demonstrated its immense power!

Most importantly, he couldn't sense the slightest magical fluctuation.

He didn't understand how it was done, and it seemed that there was no consumption and it could keep releasing.

"In the name of the Holy Light..." the mage in front of him asked curiously.

"My lord, that...that power was bestowed upon the people of Great Xia by some deity?"

The mage fell silent.

Because he didn't know either.

He looked at the towering pillar of light in the distance, his expression extremely complex.

Awe, curiosity, and a deep sense of unease.

What exactly are these human allies who call themselves "Great Xia"?

Could they be another... demon?

On the other side of the sky.

Elder Muyu, riding a griffin, was both shocked and excited, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

He turned his head and looked at the pillar of light that connected heaven and earth, and turbid old tears slid down his cheeks.

hope.

That is the light of hope for the elves, and even for the entire continent of Terra!

Suddenly, he noticed a group of people running towards him from below, and was stunned, then overjoyed!

He raised his staff high and roared.

"Hold on, brave warriors!"

"Our ally has arrived!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing across the battlefield!

......

Lin Mo, carrying "A Man's Romance," led the soldiers of the First Artillery Platoon and the Second Assault Platoon to the Elf Defense Line.

Elder Muyu descended from the sky on a griffin, landing in front of them. The wind pressure generated by his landing made it impossible for them to open their eyes.

He grabbed Lin Mo's shoulder, his withered hand trembling with excitement.

"Lord Lin Mo! Praise be to the Goddess of Nature, you have finally arrived!"

His voice was hoarse, and his cloudy eyes were bloodshot. Clearly, the Great Xia's previous long-range attack capabilities had completely overturned his understanding.

"Elder, don't get agitated." Lin Mo patted his arm and got straight to the point.

"What's the situation at the front? How long can the defenses hold out?"

Elder Muyu pointed ahead to the battlefield, where shouts of battle filled the air.

"The first line of shield infantry has fallen; the demon army is too overwhelming! We desperately need your strength!"

"clear."

Lin Mo turned around and gave orders to the two platoon leaders.

"Artillery platoon, move to the third line of defense, towards the elemental mage's position!"

"Find a good spot and unleash all the cannonballs into the densest part of the demon population!"

"Yes, sir!" The artillery platoon leader saluted and immediately led his team to the position.

"Assault platoon, follow me!"

Lin Mo led the remaining warriors and followed Elder Mu Yu towards the second line of defense.

"Lord Lin Mo, your safety is of utmost importance!" Elder Mu Yu called out urgently as he led the way.

"Please go to my companion 'Gorut,' it will protect you with its life!"

Ahead, a giant tree-man, tens of meters tall, took heavy steps and slapped a heavily armored demon soldier who was trying to charge into the defensive line into a bloody pulp.

It heard Elder Muyu's call and emitted a low hum.

Then a very thick branch bent down and stretched out like an arm in front of Lin Mo and the others.

The thinner branches on the trunk automatically converge, forming a natural staircase.

The soldiers: "???"

Lin Mo had seen him before in Lostia City, so he was used to it.

But for the soldiers behind them, this scene was no less terrifying than witnessing a monster...

They forced themselves to remain calm, keeping their eyes straight ahead, determined not to lose face in the other world.

If they were filmed by a drone or seen by General Long and asked whose soldiers they were, the regimental commander would probably give them a good beating when they got back.

"Thank you, Elder."

Lin Mo didn't stand on ceremony and was the first to run up with the Gatling gun.

Seeing this, the soldiers followed closely behind, quickly climbing up the branches to the tree man's broad shoulders.

Goruth slowly straightened up, lifting them nearly thirty meters off the ground.

At the same time, the branches and leaves around its shoulders grew rapidly and intertwined, forming a thick wall of trees that just protected the waist of the people.

Thus, a perfect mobile fortress and high-altitude shooting platform was born.

After explaining everything, Elder Muyu once again mounted the griffin, soared into the sky, and plunged into the fierce aerial battle.

"Move in! Set up firepower!"

The assault platoon leader gave the order.

The soldiers sprang into action immediately. The heavy ammunition boxes were opened, and several heavy machine guns were set up and loaded within seconds, their dark muzzles pointing downwards.

Lin Mo slammed the support of the six-barreled Gatling gun "Vulcan Cannon" heavily against the tree trunk.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, the living wooden structure absorbed most of the impact.

He pulled the bolt, thinking about how to load the gun, when his bodyguard Wu Suowei quickly stepped forward.

He skillfully connected the orange-yellow bullet to the feed port on Lin Mo's body, then plugged in the power, and stood at attention, saying:

"Alright, sir!"

Lin Mo grinned.

"Okay!"

Turning my head to look down, I saw a vast, dark army of demons stretching as far as the eye could see.

A black tide of demons and vicious hounds is crashing against the golden dam formed by elven shield soldiers.

Each enchanted arrow from an elven archer can precisely take the life of a monster, but compared to the terrifying number of monsters, it is like a drop in the ocean.

The defense line is in grave danger.

Lin Mo surveyed the scene, a surge of pride rising within him, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"Let me show you my precious treasure!"