The Grand Arcanist Who Can Travel Through American Comics

The situation has taken a turn for the worse.

Vladimir even forgot to get angry. He didn't even have time to react. He only saw a flash of white light, and the magic control crystal at the core of the magic circle exploded, bringing with it the thick scarlet fog that he had previously combined with the control center of the magic circle. It was released and retracted, and then exploded at an uncontrollable speed. The rapid shock wave blasted away the tower, like a blooming rose blooming in the mid-air of the fortress.

Vladimir flipped his body in mid-air and slowly fell down. Then he coughed heavily and spat out a mouthful of blood. His pale face seemed to be covered with a blush, making him look even more handsome.

At this time, I looked up and looked directly at the hundred-meter-high tower above the fortress. No matter how many storms it experienced, it had a history of hundreds of years, no matter how many betrayals and wars it experienced, this mage tower always stood majestically in the fortress, like A dagger stuck proudly into the sky, and the iconic building collapsed.

Vladimir's heart rang loudly. The sight before him urged him to face reality, and he was defeated.

No matter what methods the enemy used, the end result was unquestionable: he was defeated.

The light above the fortress faded, and everything inside and outside was visible. The fortress, which had lost its barrier, faced attacks from far away. A dense mushroom cloud rose near the city wall, and countless energy beams shuttled through the sky without any obstacles, just like under the seat of a temple. The female warriors were waving their lightsabers back and forth.

The whole fortress was like the end of hell.

"No, that's not magic."

In the chaos, an obsessed old mage apprentice stared blankly at this strange energy beam.

"No, no, absolutely not. This is not an annihilation beam or an ice ray. It doesn't even contain any magical energy."

He whispered.

He has white hair on his head, and his long gray beard is stained with wine. At first glance, he looks like a lazy guy who doesn't abide by the mage's code. This kind of apprentice will never be promoted to a formal mage.

But you can't curb this kind of person's enthusiasm for mages.

"This is the devil, this is the devil from hell"

he shouted, his eyes filled with hysterical fervor, as if he had discovered some truth.

However, the next moment, the high-temperature particle beam passed through his body mercilessly. His body burned and vaporized under the irradiation of the particle beam, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Arthur directed the attack on the mage tower, blasting through the defense of the fortress, demolishing the walls of the fortress, and then like the big hand of the god, swept across half of the city, blasting almost half of the city into ruins, and countless Noxans were killed. The man died inside almost without saying a word.

This storm-like attack raged in the city for a long time, lasting about five minutes, but it seemed to the people in the city that a century had passed before the attack stopped.

everything suddenly stopped

In the sky above Arthur, the entire surface of the one-kilometer-long Mage Tower battleship continued to glow and heat, like a giant sword wielded in the hands of a celestial warrior, glowing with metallic light.

boom

Excited cheers erupted on the front lines, especially the goblins and dwarves.

They couldn't believe the destructive power they saw with their own eyes.

"You really created a great weapon"

Dwarf King Thorin felt his mouth was dry, and he almost groaned and exclaimed like this.

He looked up at the huge body above his head.

Feeling a little dizzy.

"Yeah"

“Not bad, not bad”

Arthur smiled and agreed.

But it's not perfect yet, he thought to himself.

Yes, it's not perfect.

The wave of attacks just now had exceeded its limits.

Arthur can feel that at this time, there has been a certain amount of wear and tear inside the mage tower. The rune circuits and huge energy channels laid by mithril have already experienced a certain amount of energy overload. Even now that the attack has stopped, they are still The surface of the ship continued to glow, and from a distance, it looked like bright lines outlined on the surface of the ship.

The energy crystals widely laid at various fulcrums inside the Mage Tower have reached their limit and are feedbacking the groaning of overload to the core center.

There are even places where damage has occurred in some inconspicuous places and needs to be replaced and rebuilt.

After this round of attacks, the energy level of the entire mage tower dropped by 30%.

This is also normal.

This is called running-in.

Just like every newly launched ship on Earth, it must go through the same test on its first mission.

His mage tower ship also has to go through the same process.

The construction of a weapon of this scale cannot be accomplished overnight.

This will be a long process.

However, at least now it seems that the effect is pretty good, right?

just nice

Dwarf King Thorin swallowed hard, not knowing how to continue the topic. Then he rushed back to the front line and faced the dwarf shield guards on the front line:

"The Great Dwarven Shield-Bearers"

"It's our turn

"array"

Groups of dwarves wearing heavy armor rearranged their attack array. The dwarf king Thorin held the storm hammer passed down by his ancestors and shouted:

"For the Ancestors"

"For glory"

"attack"

The wall-like dwarves climbed over the wall of the destroyed fortress and entered the ruins behind the wall.

"attack"

The ogres, elves, and the alchemy goblins driving the puppets also shouted. They carried machine guns and spears on their backs, and cooperated with each other. They formed a combat group of more than a dozen people and followed the dwarves into the city.

Each of their combat groups would often be led by the only goblin in the group driving a steel puppet, rushing in front to attract firepower.

As soon as the enemy appears, they will immediately become the targets of the elven sharpshooters following them. When encountering obstacles, it is time for the ogre artillery to take action. Under the guidance of dwarves and elves, they They used clumsy movements to remove the barrel and bracket from behind, assembled it with their thick fingers, hung up the ammunition belt, and then couldn't wait to operate the machine gun or rocket launcher with their own hands, watching the orange-red flames and large-caliber shells shooting from the barrel. It spits out, clearing all obstacles in front of it.

Oh that feeling

With this, they no longer like the thigh bone sticks passed down from their ancestors.

Above their heads, the Air Force's "Death Screaming" squad roared in. They flew fighter planes and appeared every time the local troops encountered a large group of enemies.

The invisible coating on their surfaces loomed in the air, and the missiles they launched suddenly plunged into the crowd with a shrill scream, and exploded in the center of the crowd.

Then watching the hot shock waves and mushroom clouds rising behind their buttocks, this is the happiest and most exciting moment for these young guys who like to fly fighter planes.

The torrential rain of shrapnel tore apart the physical barrier, creating patches of death zones.

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