Looking at the sudden appearance of the space gate in the sky, the Seraph was silent, the Moon Demon Lord was silent, and everyone was silent.
The old general Voltaire looked solemnly at the gate in the sky. After looking grim for a while, he sighed and a light of determination flashed in his eyes, "Guards, inform the telegraph soldiers. Send a telegram to the imperial capital. 'Three men have appeared on the Western Front again.'
A level demonic disaster, the first line of defense on the Western Front is showing signs of collapse, please prepare the second line of defense to fight. Best, fight for our Lord! My Holy See will carry out the light, and evil will be killed! 'Hahaha, die in battle.
The battlefield? This is the best destination for a warrior."
Voltaire laughed, laughed heartily, burst into tears, and finally turned into howling. He knew that once he made this decision, the mixed army of the First Division, the Third Division, and the Fourth Division on the Western Front would be destroyed.
All the soldiers and generals will die here.
My Holy See implements light and evil will be killed.
These words are not just words, Voltaire is sure that under the guidance of the white-backed golden sword flag, the soldiers under his command will fight until the last drop of blood is shed...
A powerful roar came from the space gate.
A huge black stone heavy ax flew out from the door of space and hit the ground hard, causing the ground to shatter in an instant.
After the veteran Voltaire and the Moon Demon Lord saw the ax again, their expressions became ugly.
What Voltaire saw was a terrifying axe, which caused countless murders.
The ax of the Black Stone Heavy Ax is filled with an extremely rich smell of blood. At a glance, it seems that you can see countless vengeful spirits wailing. You can be sure that the owner of this ax is definitely a super strong person who has stood out from countless fights.
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"Today is indeed not a good day. I have already gone to the main continent. I actually met this idiot Alba." It was obviously a powerful reinforcement, but the Moon Demon Lord rubbed his temples with a headache. It was obvious that the Moon Demon Lord had nothing to do with this weapon.
The owner of the magic ax has some friendship.
"Hahaha! Lana, I didn't expect to be so lucky that I would meet you as soon as I came out. Well, is this a fight? I can't do anything that requires mental effort. Lana, I will beat whoever you tell me to beat!
"The rampant laughter reminded me of the tyrannical demonic power that was being displayed wantonly, announcing the existence of its master.
He grabbed the heavy ax on the ground and put it on his shoulder. He glanced at the Seraph and the Moon Demon who were confronting each other in the sky. The newly appeared Lord of Force Demon licked his lips and showed a bloodthirsty smile.
Wave after wave of demons poured out from the space door behind Lord Limo.
Pure, yes, pure force demon! This new demon corps is the same as the ice demon army that appeared in Sirnia. It is a corps composed purely of a single type of demon!
Alba, the Demon Lord of Power, is one of the thirty-three newly promoted Demonic Pillars in the Prison Plane. He is the strongest person in the entire Prison Plane.
Just when the soldiers on the Western Front of Croix were silent, a familiar roaring sound came from the sky. The bird hunting troops from Thres appeared over the battlefield at some unknown time, dropping bombs one after another for free.
of sprinkled.
"Boom boom boom——!"
Bombs explode and war rages!
"Who asked the bird-hunting troops to dispatch!? How about the defense? Have the accompanying guards dispatched?" Voltaire's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and shouted at his messenger.
Every dispatch of this force sent by the Ancient Asian Cult and Ceres is the result of discussions between the old General Voltaire and many staff members. We strive to maximize its role while keeping it intact.
Protect these precious bumps.
According to the original plan of the old general Voltaire, the old general was not prepared to dispatch this team in the decisive battle. After all, the decisive battle was too chaotic, and precious little things like fighter jets could still be saved one by one.
The powerful operational capabilities of the hunting bird troops have been fully demonstrated in front of the old General Voltaire in recent contacts.
In addition to the recent offensive on Crescent Mountain, the Bird Hunting Troops also carried out several low-level demonic disaster support tasks. The excellent abilities displayed by the Bird Hunting Troops in these operations made the old General Voltaire red-eyed several times.
Recently, the old general has been dreaming at night that he wants the Holy See to buy some alchemy aircraft from Thres and the Ancient Asia Cult.
"The accompanying guards are dispatched. Marshal. Captain of the hunting bird unit 'Lightning Snake' has something to tell you. He said this is the last thing they can do. Wish us good luck in military affairs." A staff officer took over a soldier.
After handing over the note, he walked to the side of the old General Voltaire and said.
"The Guards are dispatched? That's good..." Voltaire breathed out a relieved breath, looked up at the group of fighter jets that had dropped the bombs and gradually left safely in the distance.
The old general clenched his fists, glanced at the officers in the military tent with sharp eyes, raised his hand and waved heavily towards the sky, "It's our business to come down... Boys, fight, for our Lord!"
"Bright glory!" xn.
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The rays of morning light spread over the earth, and the Crescent Mountain area fell into silence. The smell of blood could be smelled from a long distance, and greedy vultures circled in the sky.
The air of death pervades here.
The corpses were piled up one after another, turning into mountains of corpses. The blood left from the mountains of corpses gathered into bright red streams.
In the center of the battlefield, there is a mountain of corpses that is higher than the surrounding area. At the top of the mountain of corpses, there is a person breathing!
It’s veteran Voltaire!
The battle finally came to an end, and probably only the veteran standing on the top of the mountain of corpses was left on the entire battlefield. But even the veteran was about to enter the underworld...
One of the old general's hands was cut off, and a bloody hole was opened in his thigh. Blood kept pouring out. He leaned against the golden sword flag on a white background, his eyes were cloudy, and he was already on his deathbed.
"Ahem...have we fought to the end? We are all good boys." The old general grabbed the broken battle flag with his only remaining hand and turned his head with difficulty to scan the battlefield. "Am I the only one left? But I
It’s coming soon…”
Looking at Lord Li Mo and Lord Moon Demon who had stopped slaughtering in the sky, the old general turned his attention to the battle flag that he firmly grasped and was dyed bright red but still fluttering in the wind.
"As long as this flag is there, the soul of the Holy See of Light will still be there!"
With only one remaining hand holding the battle flag firmly, the old general Voltaire slowly closed his eyes, the blood-stained battle flag fluttering in the wind.
The battle lasted until dawn, and Voltaire, the commander of Crouch's first line of defense on the Western Front, was killed, and all the soldiers on the Western Front were killed!
Alba, the force demon lord, raised his ax and was about to fly to the top of the corpse mountain to cut off the unsightly battle flag, but was stopped by the moon demon lord Lana, "They are heroes, that's it, we have won."
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Alba glanced at Lana, whose hand was burning with purple flames, shrugged indifferently, and put the magic ax on her shoulder, "You are smart and I will listen to you."
Throwing down the purple flame in his hand, the strange purple fire spread to the entire battlefield, covering the land of death.
On the second day after the Battle of Crescent Mountain, an unbelievable news spread across the entire Divine Grace Continent via telegraph, setting off a huge wave.
The Western Front of the Croy Empire collapsed. All the soldiers of the mixed legion composed of the first, third and fourth divisions of Croy died in battle. Voltaire, the commander of the Western Front, died tragically on the battlefield! (To be continued...)
