Every day, when the eternal sunset in the west has just begun to slowly climb into the sky, the battle has already begun on such a morning.
Countless devils were driven out of the camps by the officers. After being lined up amidst whips and curses, these devils were formed into simple square formations and rushed to the battlefield. They lost their strength and slowed down until the sunset climbed into the mid-air.
It sinks slowly to the west, and finally falls under the western horizon.
The setting sun only showed half of its face and continued to peek at the world. It was already the night of hell. Although the sun still had half of its face exposed, for the devils in the scorched earth hell, the day was over.
The surviving soldiers will drag their heavy bodies full of scars back to the camp in twos and threes at this time.
At the same time, a large number of new devils will flow in from the back door of the camp, and these recruits will fill the empty camp again.
Until the sunset slowly climbs up again the next day, the devils will once again form a phalanx and rush to the front line amidst the whips and curses of the superiors.
The war became stalemate for a while. Not only did Nergal's army not faint after being beaten by a combination of punches at the beginning, but they were infuriated by the fierce attack. After the initial failure,
The battle lines between the two armies were once again stabilized, and every day a large number of devils were driven onto the battlefield and thrown into endless fighting.
However, Negal's allies did not make any remarks. On the contrary, the angels also reduced the scope of their activities a lot.
During this period, the angels seemed to be celebrating a festival every day. What could make them happier than the devil killing the devil?
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You don't have to do anything to see tens of thousands of devils die every day. It would be best if such a war could be staged every day.
If the devil could kill him all by himself without the help of heaven, then the world would be a much better place.
Therefore, the Angel Legion hopes that this stalemate war will continue forever, turning the hundreds of kilometers of front line in the Hell of Sloth into a huge meat grinder, allowing this meat grinder to crush all sinful souls into pieces.
Iroth returned to hell on the thirteenth day when the battle began.
He sat at the head of the long table, and below Iloth were his men. Including Iloth's throne, there were a total of thirteen chairs around the long table.
This is the meeting of thirteen people in Iloth. The twelve most powerful people under Iloth plus Iloth, a total of thirteen people, will decide the future direction of his legion.
This is the second meeting of thirteen people, but this time there are three empty chairs and three people are not present.
Two dark elves, Tyrande and Teresa, are cleaning up the spies and spies of other forces on the fringes of Eloth's power.
The other absentee was Waldorf, the old human mage who had been recruited previously, to replace Charlotte in managing the large group of slaves.
After he was studying space magic and fell into a magic vortex, he was carried to hell by a space storm and was discovered by Elos and others who were patrolling.
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Thanks to the old mage's profound knowledge and magical power, Ilos took this old mage who was extremely interested in different dimensions as his subordinate, and gave him one of the thirteen members of the meeting based on his strength.
Top position.
Because Waldorf was too old and suffered serious injuries while traveling through the space storm, he finally died of old age not long ago.
However, due to some magical reasons, his death was not complete, and now Waldorf is in a strange state of death.
So now the old mage Waldorf is considered a member of the undead. Waldorf finally got his wish and turned himself into a lich. Waldorf, who had just become a lich, was not used to his new life for a while.
body, so during this period he locked himself in the mage tower to adapt to life as a lich.
"Thirteen is a really good number."
Iloth looked at the lords of various castles sitting below him and said: "I doubt that my lucky number is thirteen. But now our seats are not full, and there are not thirteen people here, so we seem to
I'm not lucky yet. Before asking questions, let me tell you about the current situation of those who were not present, so as not to worry anyone."
In fact, no one who is doing it will worry about their colleagues. Even if someone is worried, they are worried about whether there is a danger that they are not aware of.
So Iloth briefly said that the dark elves were busy and Waldorf was trying a new life, but everything was fine.
After everyone understood that everything was going well, Ilosu changed the topic and talked about the current situation:
"So everyone here, how have you been during my absence? Does the smell of blood wafting from afar make you feel restless?"
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The Bone Demon, Fallen Angel, Hellcat, Lich, and Evil Mage all laughed.
Their laughter varied, but they all showed a certain tacit understanding and nastiness.
"Quack quack..."
"Hey hey hey..."
"Huhuhu..."
Some laughter is like the roar of a broken bellows, some laughter is as harsh as sharp nails scratching a blackboard, and some laughter is as cold as floating from the frozen underground.
"Then the meeting ends here."
Elos stood up and drew the long sword from his back and said:
"We have been longing for this moment for a long time. Bigger territory, more slaves, women, wealth, rights, and further strength. Everything will be there. My friends, follow me closely.
I will take you to heights you can't even imagine."
Some people raised their staffs, some raised their claws, and some pulled out cross swords burning with black flames. These weapons were held diagonally, piercing the sky dyed blood red by the sunset, exuding endless fighting spirit.
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"We swear to follow Lord Elos to the death."
In the conference room, the same words were shouted from the mouths of mages, lichs, devils, and fallen angels at the same time.
"We swear to follow Lord Elos to the death."
Outside the conference room, as many demons as the sea densely occupied all the land within sight. The reddish-brown scorched earth seemed to be covered with demons. The same voice screamed from all the demons' mouths at the same time, like a mountain.
Like a tsunami.
At this moment, Ilosu leveled the long sword in his hand and pointed it far away at the center of hell.
"Then we declare war on Negal," Elos said: "Go down and prepare. The enemy's blood has fermented in the air, and the sweet taste is waiting for you to taste."
"Quack quack..."
"Hey hey hey..."
"Huhuhu..."
Elos was also shouting in his heart: "To the continent of Toril, I will definitely return. The victory or defeat depends on the day..."
On the seventeenth day of the stalemate on the front line, Iroth launched a sudden attack towards the rear of Negal.
Negal, which had concentrated almost all its elites on the front line, was unprepared for the surprise attack from the rear. Iloth was like a sharp scalpel, easily cutting open the soft belly of Negal's territory.
In just three days, a large area of territory fell, hundreds of castles changed their flags in just three days, and countless soldiers, weapons, and wealth fell into Iloth's pocket.
Iroth gave most of the wealth to his chief businessman Shylock. The mission of this Yugroth businessman during the war was not to make money, but to spend money.
Sherlock traveled through various spaces in the multiverse in a short period of time, and Xia tried his best to rent or buy them.
He used all the means a businessman could use to get soldiers capable of fighting for Ilosu. Under the power of the shining gold coins, Ilosu's banner instantly grew in size, although it was quite messy.
There are now thousands of fire elves from the plane of fire among Iloth's subordinates. These elves are led by three fire element elders. They are soldiers rented by Sherlock from a fire element lord.
There is also a young black dragon who works for gold coins, a group of hired Medusas, more than a dozen cyclops, a tribe of minotaurs, and a magician who controls nine hundred and ninety-nine iron golems.
For this reason, Iloth specifically asked why it was not the Thousand Seated Golems, and the other party's answer was that the No. 47 Golem ran away with a woman in red robes.
Of course, the largest number of them are human mercenaries, but these humans are not from Ilosu's plane, but from other planes. This made Ilosu think to himself:
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It seems that the multiverse is so vast, and human beings have footprints all over the universe. It seems that there is a chance to travel to other dimensions, but these are things for another day.