Among the collapsed ruins, a ragged demon was struggling to pull a huge stone. His body was a little thin, and he was a little weak when pulling the stone.
The weather is no longer cold, but his life has not improved. In fact, his current life can be said to be completely ruined.
Originally he was a good blacksmith, and in the factory in front of him, he was constantly producing parts one after another.
These parts can be pieced together into a war machine, a huge and invincible heavy-duty war machine.
However, this kind of war machine became fragile under the enemy's attack. The originally strong magic defense barrier was broken like a piece of white paper.
A few days ago, he was very happy, because the more losses there were on the front line, the longer he had to work, and the more remuneration the factory would give him.
In those few days, the war machines on the front line were most likely destroyed, and his workload increased dramatically. He also imagined that he could earn more food by being so busy.
As a result, everything changed in the past few days: Withollands, which had never been attacked before, was attacked by the enemy, and the factory where he worked was turned into a pile of worthless ruins in front of him.
The Demon Tribe has always implemented a governance model similar to a wartime economy. Before encountering Ailanthir, the Demon Tribe had been expanding.
At first they conquered the four-legged apes and demon bats, and later conquered the succubi and some subhuman races.
In short, in the past long years, the demons conquered the entire demon world and unified the entire demon world, just like Ailancire conquered Ailancires.
At the same time, they also created the Magic Eye and began to invade the Magic Continent, which is now Ailan Siris.
This model of always expanding and always fighting is very similar to the current state of the Elanshir Empire.
To put it bluntly, this is the fastest rising model. No matter who comes, this set of things is the best...
However, when encountering a stronger civilization, the problems of this model are exposed: no one knows the unsustainable pain!
The demon blacksmith in front of him, or the demon worker in front of him, has not eaten for several days. If the demon's endurance was not very strong, he might have starved to death in his kennel.
There is no way, according to the standards of the Elanthir Empire, the place where most demons live now can only be described as a doghouse.
"Work quickly! We must restore this place within two days! The parts we produce are waiting for us on the front line! Hurry!" Behind the thin demon workers, an armored demon officer pressed his long sword and carried
He picked up his whip and yelled loudly.
The collapsed chimneys and buried equipment, including the magical devices that powered these equipment, were actually unusable.
It is definitely an unrealistic fantasy to resume production within two days: it may take two or even three days to clean up the ruins in front of us.
A strong four-legged orangutan, originally used for fighting, was now transferred to help. It savagely pulled at the collapsed walls, raising waves of dust.
In the open space nearby, next to a machine that was finally rescued, several old devil workers were desperately repairing it.
They have to restore this equipment to a state capable of production within the specified time. This is not a job they are good at, but they can only do this now.
The accuracy of the equipment repaired in this way is actually very worrying. It is estimated that the parts it can produce will be difficult to continue to use.
Another solid stone was pried up by a few demons, and it rolled to a lower place, with smoke billowing along the way.
A boiler used for smelting was exposed. Most of it was still buried under the ruins. The exposed part had obviously been deformed by the collapsed ruins.
The originally complex pipes have been broken, the metal surface is full of stains, and there are potholes everywhere.
In fact, even if this kind of thing is repaired, there is no way to use it. After all, smelting metal requires not only temperature, but also pressure!
The boiler, which is covered with hidden wounds, can no longer withstand the pressure of the original design: if it is used to smelt the original metal, it is likely to explode.
At that time, it will not be someone else bombing, but your own boiler will explode, and those who will be bombed will be your own people...
These workers dare not say these things because they are also afraid that they will be killed by the high-level demon out of anger, or simply lose their current job.
After all, if you repair these rags here, you can still get some food every few days. If you become a useless useless person, you will probably be dragged to the battlefield to be used as cannon fodder.
In recent days, this kind of thing has happened more and more frequently: workers and civilians in the city are arrested every day, armed as soldiers, and given a spear or a long sword without any training.
was sent out of the city.
All the young men who were useless were either sent to the city wall to serve as city guards, or they were used as supplementary soldiers and sent directly to the farther front lines.
Everyone has a premonition that these people will never come back... they will die miserably on the front lines and become corpses that no one cares about.
They are not just guessing, because if you just look at the unprocessed corpses on the ground that have begun to smell, you can roughly know what the front line looks like!
Countless people died in that unprecedented bombing, and many craters have not been filled to this day.
As a city, or as a super huge temple, the functions of Withausland have basically been paralyzed, and the wisps of light smoke have not completely dissipated until now. The fire in the city was barely extinguished two days ago.
It is very difficult to find a source of drinking water.
Under the supervision of the officer carrying the whip, the thin demon workers continued to carry the rubble in front of them.
When he moved another stone away, an arm covered in dust was revealed. There were already spots of corpse on that arm, and an unpleasant smell hit his face.
The worker who was used to seeing corpses frowned, and then continued to pull the corpse. It was just a buried companion. Under this ruin, there were hundreds of such corpses...
The stone he moved was covered in black dried blood, with hair and skin still attached to it. It was only spring, and perhaps in the summer, this disgusting thing would become even more disgusting.
"What a pity..." He sighed. If it hadn't rotted, maybe it could be used to satisfy hunger...