Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 526-524: Tanks Bombard the Demon (Part 2)

Any weapon that appears in the public eye will inevitably be studied in various ways in order to find ways to counter it.

Therefore, in order to maximize the power of the magic tank, Loy was even willing to let the allied legion invade Flower Territory, causing countless losses.

As for the Habsburg Empire, they did a great deal of work to conceal the news.

From the secret training of crew members to the covert transport of magic tanks, from the Empire to the front lines, every step and every person involved must be carefully considered!

Even on the battlefield, temporary portals are opened to allow these tanks to travel long distances and rush to the battlefield.

All that I've done, all that effort I've put in, is for this very moment!
When the magic tanks entered the battlefield, countless people stood up in surprise.

Some were overjoyed, some had drastic changes in expression, and others were unpredictable and hard to fathom.

Many people couldn't even believe their eyes, unable to believe that the Flower Territory's magic tanks had silently arrived on the battlefield.

Of course, whether they believe it or not doesn't really matter, because the magic tanks are already roaring on the battlefield.

There are ten teleportation portals, totaling three hundred tanks. That means each portal will transport thirty tanks.

The first tanks to arrive were not idle either; with the roar of their engines, they rushed into the battlefield.

Before these crew members went to the battlefield, they had already drunk a magic potion, which had stimulated their five senses and acuity to the extreme, putting them all in a state of extreme excitement.

The blast of the fire demon was just the beginning; the subsequent magic tanks were not to be outdone, and they all aimed at the rampaging fire demon and opened fire one after another.

Some of the fire demons reacted more slowly and chose to resist, but most of them were blasted away by the tank's main cannon.

Ke You reacted quickly, throwing his tomahawk from a great distance and detonating the shell.

They weren't the type to just take a beating without fighting back; they raised their hands and conjured huge fireballs, which they then threw out.

A fireball the size of a washbasin descended from the sky and crashed into the tank, naturally causing a considerable shock.

That's all there is to it; a steel object weighing up to sixty tons is not so easy to breach.

With a burst of speed, it crushed the flames and charged forward.

After entering the battlefield, the two heavy machine guns opened fire, sweeping in all directions, while the main cannon continuously locked onto the Flame Demon and fired directly.

At this point, the Balrog was still fearless.

Even the vanguard consisted of more than a dozen Balrogs. As the Balrog King Kadum, he had a natural appeal to the Balrog race.

However, when the second, third, and fourth batches of tanks entered the battlefield, they began to struggle.

On the front lines of the battlefield, they were still locked in combat with tanks, using their agility to outmaneuver them and searching for weaknesses to attack.

But then three or four tanks aimed their main guns at them, and once they locked on, they opened fire.

Just asking are you afraid?
Of course, it wasn't that no demons tried to attack the tanks; quite a few demons flying in the sky tried various methods.

Dive attacks are completely ineffective; the armor is at least 300 millimeters thick, so it doesn't care about the demon's claws or melee weapons.

Only certain types of magic can potentially harm tanks, such as corrosive acids, scorching flames, and melting lava...

However, it takes some time for these spells to take effect.

For example, the abyssal fire that fills the arena has an extremely high temperature and can even damage the soul.
The problem is that you have to burn through the armor or transfer heat into the tank before you can cause effective damage.

The problem is that these tanks move around everywhere at high speeds and never stop in one place, which greatly reduces the damage they suffer.

Of course, not all tanks were destroyed. One fire demon lay directly on a tank and, relying on its own high temperature, melted the magic patterns inside.

When a tank stops moving, destruction is not far off.

But what the Flame Demon didn't expect was that even so, the crew still chose to fire the shells.

The gun barrel deformed, and the shell detonated directly inside the barrel, engulfing the crew and also detonating other shells.

At that moment, the sixty-ton weight exploded from within, the expanding gas sending the turret flying and countless parts shooting in all directions.

This was the first tank to be completely destroyed on the battlefield, arriving earlier than anyone expected.

However, no one felt that the destruction of the tank was not worthwhile.

Whether it was bad luck or interference, the fire demon was unable to escape at the last moment.
Instead, it flew directly into the sky with the explosion, and unfortunately, its lower body was crushed by a tank during its fall.

Even though he was a fire demon, he was frozen in place at this moment. Then, to his side, another tank had already adjusted its cannon and aimed it at his head.

boom!
The 130mm tank main gun has unparalleled direct-fire destructive power; even a Flame Demon would be blasted into pieces after being hit by a single shot.

As the blood and fire of the abyss splashed in all directions, one could faintly hear the roar of the will of the abyss.

No one felt the destruction of the magic tank was unworthy, because in a one-for-one exchange, a top-tier fire demon also died.

There were only a dozen or so of these fire demons on the entire battlefield, while there were as many as three hundred magic tanks.

Of course, at this point, the Empire also began to show its power.

First, the anti-aircraft gun positions opened fire one after another. The gun carriages rotated rapidly, the muzzles were adjusted, and powerful high-explosive shells were launched, exploding in mid-air.

Their targets were all those indiscriminately attacking flying demons.

Then, a red lightning bolt streaked across the horizon, as precise as a scalpel, drawing a strange arc, and demons along its path fell one after another.

Even though this led to more attacks from flying demons, he was still able to keep getting rid of them thanks to his extremely fast speed.

However, it didn't last long before the buzzing sound came again, accompanied by the clatter of bullets, sweeping away a group of demons.

The Empire's combat flight squadron finally arrived.

With them around, the sky battlefield is no longer the exclusive domain of demons, and the threat faced by the magic tanks below is greatly reduced.

Hundreds of tanks charged forward, finally making their closest contact with the demons on the ground.

A burly demon became interested in this steel monster and actually attempted to use his powerful physique to stop it.

There were some effects, mainly that the tank's engine roared and the mana was consumed more.

Then, they were pushed forward, plowing two deep furrows into the ground.

Until the burly demon's strength gave out and his body went limp, he was pulled into the conveyor belt, and a terrible scream rang out.

Even a powerful demon is made of flesh and blood, and under the crushing weight of sixty tons, it was directly crushed into flesh and blood.

This is not an isolated case, but the norm!
It's unclear when exactly, but the magic tanks have been lined up in a row and are steadily advancing.

Beneath their tracks lies a road paved with demonic blood and severed limbs.

Ahead of them, a crossfire of heavy machine guns, like the scythe of death, reaped the lives of demons.

Every now and then, the tank's main gun would roar, its terrifying direct firepower possessing terrifying kinetic energy; each shot could carve a path of flesh and blood.

The final explosion will reduce countless demons to pieces.

Of course, some demons also attempted to attack the tank, using close-range sword and axe strikes, and long-range magical attacks.

But when they land on the armored tanks that keep moving forward, they feel powerless.

They made a lot of noise, but it didn't cause much damage!
The feeling was like a savage from the wilderness encountering a fully armored knight.

Even though they outnumbered each other and fought with all their might, they only managed to leave a few marks on their armor.

At most, it's just a scratch, but there's almost no actual damage.

It's unclear when exactly, but the Imperial infantry caught up from behind, using tanks as cover and unleashing their heavy machine guns and semi-automatic rifles.

Even the few demons that managed to escape were torn to shreds by their bullets.

More and more demons emerged from the lava river, but they still couldn't stop the advance of the magic tanks, leaving behind only demon corpses wherever they went.

This scene left countless people stunned!
The demonic legions, renowned throughout the multiverse and capable of conquering countless worlds, now seem like mere clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

Behind the spatial rift, King Kadum of the Balrogs watched the steel monster approaching, seemingly unstoppable, and his fiery pupils suddenly contracted.

Even with His vast knowledge, He couldn't figure out what kind of creation it was, but He was not willing to fail like this.

"In my name, Lava Worm Beast, go!"

Moo!
With a deep roar, the magma surged and rolled forward, squeezing into the spatial rift.

Then, a large mass of magma crawled forward, stretching the spatial rift so hard it creaked and cracked, with large patches of cracks appearing at the edges, as if it could not bear the weight.

But in the end, it still squeezed through and crashed into the lava river, causing a huge wave of lava that shoved countless demons directly to the bottom of the river.

But this did not affect its movements. A huge mass of magma surged forward as if it had come alive. It rushed onto the riverbank, onto the battlefield, and overwhelmed the demons that stood in its way.

It wasn't until it reached the front lines that it suddenly stood up, and layers of lava peeled away, revealing its true form.

That was a monster that resembled an abyssal worm!

The Abyss has hatcheries, almost all located on the banks of the River Styx, where fragments of souls washed ashore evolve into demon eggs.

Of course, some demons in the abyss are born normally, and there are all kinds of abyssal species, but the purest Tanari demons are born in warmed fields.

However, these demon eggs are also excellent food and supplements, so many demons like to rush in and devour these unborn members of their kind.

However, this would result in the demons being unable to hatch, so the abyss gave birth to the abyssal worms as guardians of the incubation field.

When the demon egg shatters, the first creature to emerge is the abyssal worm, which then evolves into a lesser demon.

However, some abyssal worms only grow in size and no longer evolve into new forms. As they continue to grow, they become the most unique monsters in the abyss: abyssal worms.

Of course, this abyssal worm was different; it seemed to have awakened the ability to control lava. Although its shape resembled an enlarged caterpillar, its body was covered in human arms, and it had antennae on its head that moved flexibly, as if it were gathering information.

Beneath those tentacles was a distorted human face, its movements seemingly alternating between emotions such as pain, fear, wailing, and anger.

Its eyes, blood red like rubies, were devoid of any emotion, filled only with a bloodthirsty killing intent.

This is clearly a Frankenstein's monster of species, but that's just how the Abyss is.

In just one second, countless new species were born and countless new species died.

Here, the law of natural selection and survival of the fittest is strictly followed; those who cannot survive are considered useless and need to be eliminated.

Only those who survive are qualified to go further.

"Moo!"

Suddenly, the lava worm straightened up, and countless hands waved together, like a conductor, splashing out an unknown amount of lava.

The lava flowed like rain, some splashing onto the ground and directly melting and creating large holes.

Some of the ice fell onto the demons, and given their high resistance, they were melted away while screaming in agony.

Most of them landed on the magic tanks charging at the front!

For magic tanks, their magic resistance is the same as that of refined steel, so it's not particularly strong.

Moreover, the lava melted not only the steel itself, but also brought astonishing temperatures that burned the crew of soldiers inside.

Under its attack, more than a dozen magic tanks were brought to a standstill. Some exploded, some burst into flames, and some soldiers opened the doors, trying to escape, only to be burned to death by the lava.

As they witnessed their victory, countless demons cheered and roared, as if they had achieved a great triumph.

However, there were quite a few magic tanks, so the tanks turned their turrets, aimed, and activated.

Amidst a series of booming sounds, shells rained down on the lava worm, blasting open huge wounds.

This caused the worm to let out a shrill scream, as if it had been hurt, but the lava covered and washed over it, and it returned to normal.

This is the lava worm's ability; its body is just a layer of skin to it, which it can tear off at any time.

As long as the core isn't destroyed, it's immortal!
At that moment, the imperial soldiers halted in their advance, their faces showing fear.

However, inside the magic tank, the soldiers did not stop; almost simultaneously, the tank commander issued the order.

The loader ejected the existing shells from the barrel, then took out a sealed missile from the side, carefully removed it, and loaded it.

Then, the second round of tank main gun bombardment changed. The shells hit the abyssal worms but did not explode. Instead, they dissolved and poured out silvery-white water.

When magma encounters water, it naturally produces a cloud of steam, like smoke or mist, which seems to have no effect.

However, the magma worm let out the most shrill scream, its massive body thrashing about as if trying to shake off whatever was clinging to it.

Its countless arms were tearing at its own body, leaving it a bloody mess.

Looking again, the point where the shell landed had melted into a large hole, which could not be repaired even if covered by lava.

The power of this shell is beyond imagination!
However, the principle behind these cannonballs is quite simple: since bullets filled with holy water have the effect of exorcising demons,
Those cannonballs filled with highly concentrated holy water have the power to bombard demons.

Of course, this brilliant idea came a little late; high-concentration holy water was hard to come by, and the cannonballs had not been tested.

But the Empire still produced a batch and distributed them to every tank.

And then, this scene unfolded before our eyes.

As it turns out, holy water is always the most effective way to deal with demons.

Seeing that it was working, the tanks behind no longer hesitated, replaced the holy water bombs, and continued to fire.

This time, the lava worm could no longer be arrogant. After enduring immense pain, it disintegrated, turning into surging magma, and began to flee back.

This time, however, the tank formation refused to give the demons another chance. The damaged tanks remained where they were, while the others continued forward, lining up again and advancing relentlessly.

This time, even the Balrog was unwilling to stay where he was.

They chose to flee, trampling over the demons blocking their path, and quickly escaped towards the spatial rift.

Although they obeyed the orders of Balor, the Balor King, they did not truly sell their lives to him, so they dared to choose to retreat.

Their escape triggered a massive wave of demons fleeing, with countless demons ignoring order and running for their lives.

Behind them, the magic tanks continued to advance, their speed increasing and the distance decreasing.

They only stopped firing when the lava river and spatial rifts were within the tank's firing range.

Then they began shelling.

Nearly half of the magic tanks opted for Holy Water Bombs, aiming at the lava rivers.

This magma from the abyss naturally carries the abyss's essence, reacting with the holy water to create rising smoke, even making the cracks appear ethereal and hazy.

This may seem harmless at first glance, but as the concentration of the sacred flame increases, it melts away the abyssal aura.
Without the support of the abyss's aura, even the spatial rifts became fragmented.

The other half of the magic tanks had already used up all their holy water bullets, so they switched to a different type of bullet.

Those bullets, with a prominent skull and crossbones drawn on them, were stored in dimensional bags. For this purpose, the Empire equipped every loader with a dimensional bag, a truly extravagant gesture.

When the shells were taken out, even the most skilled loaders handled them with extreme care, afraid of causing any damage.

The shells were aimed directly at the spatial rift, and after being fired, they exploded directly at the rift.

Clumps of silver dust spread out, dotting the sky, looking quite beautiful, but they dissolved into the void in the next second.

Then, as if drawn by some inexplicable force, the torn spatial rift disappeared, and the huge opening slowly closed.

Since space can be torn apart, it can also be repaired more quickly.

Adhering to this philosophy, the Empire discovered a magical plant called 'Morgen Magic Grass'.

The area where it grows is exceptionally solid within a hundred meters radius, with tiny gaps in the space, making even the most advanced teleportation magic prone to failure.

Many noble families would plant this magical plant in their fortresses and cultivate it carefully, in order to seal off the space.

The Empire extracted a certain substance from it to create this 'space-bridging bomb', specifically designed to target interdimensional space rifts.

It is not hard to see from this that the empire has never given up on researching targeted methods.

Unfortunately, although the cannonballs were developed, the magic cannons were too immobile and inaccurate, making it difficult to land precisely on the cracks.

This 'space-bridging bomb' can only be effective at the crack, and the maximum distance cannot exceed 100 meters.

Therefore, once the research was completed, it became useless.

Until this moment, until the magic tanks began to traverse the war, this feeling finally came true. The shells had a tremendous effect.

At this moment, the only thing that can stop all of this is Kadum, the Balrog King, who is behind the spatial rift.

However, even in his fury, and even after reaching out his lava hand several times, he still chose to give up when he touched the spatial rift.

It wasn't just because of the threat of the magic tanks, but also because a huge, dark cannon barrel had emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, glowing with magical light, seemingly ready to be activated at any moment.

Now, that legendary mechanical mage has freed his hands and is eyeing the situation with predatory intent!
The two legendary mages of the allied forces did not retreat, but were stopped by a man.

The man held a thin sword in his right hand and a gun in his left. His face was disheveled, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

But his gun is even more terrifying than the most powerful sniper rifle; it can penetrate space and kill with a single shot.

His sword can stir up storms and tear apart all magic; even spatial teleportation will crumble upon it.

This one, His Majesty Saint Hayes, is the founder of the Hayes Gunsword Technique and a powerful figure who paved the way for the fifth-tier legendary magic gunner.

When he appeared alone, the two legendary mages were extremely wary and dared not unleash their full power in casting spells.

Thus, Balrog King Kadum watched helplessly as the space closed and the passage disappeared, doing nothing.

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, the magic tanks continued their advance, working in conjunction with the ground infantry legions to begin the extermination of the demons.

The once mighty demon army was now as fragile as ants.

After most of the demons were killed, a small number escaped and even crossed the lava river to begin attacking the allied forces' third line of defense, causing another wave of chaos.

The war is now over.

The surviving Imperial soldiers initially seemed somewhat incredulous.

A moment later, they erupted in a huge cheer.

Countless people threw weapons into the air, while countless others waved their hats and howled hysterically, like madmen.

But you can't deny that they have the right to vent!
The demon legion has invaded more than once, and has been repelled more than once.

But this was the first time in countless years that Herka had been driven back by these mortals below the third rank.

Thus, on February 22nd of the New Divine Calendar 316, on the battlefield of Verdun, the Empire advanced once again, breaking through the second line of defense in just one day.

In this battle, the magic tank shattered the invincible reputation of the Abyss Demon Legion, and the news shocked the world!

On this very day, Norman's Flower Territory, the birthplace of the Magic Tank, welcomed a long-awaited guest.

P.S.: The previous chapter was a supplement to yesterday's, I haven't forgotten. This chapter is a combination of the two, it's today's.

A 6000-word chapter, written in one go, shouldn't have been split up!
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