It's a pity that the fantasy is just a fantasy. Most of the counterattack troops they relied on and had high hopes for have now become prisoners of the Elanthir Empire and are squatting on the roadside eating bread and drinking mineral water!
"The great, all-powerful source of magic...your brilliance will definitely shine on the demon clan, allowing our clan to defeat powerful enemies and regain the glory that belongs to the demon clan!"
"I firmly believe in this! The short-term failure is just your test for us, you are the truth itself!"
"You have only been talking about plans from the beginning... What I want to hear is the actual battle situation!" Obviously, the origin of magic is not a fatuous king, he is a god worshiped by demons! Gods are good at deceiving others.
But they themselves are not that easy to fool!
"...The great source of magic, the counterattack started two days ago, and it will take time for the news to get back here." The officer lowered his head and replied.
"We have magic communication equipment! We also have magic dragons to deliver messages! In two days, you still can't hear the victory on the front line?" The source of magic is not easy to deceive, he sternly scolded the demon officer in front of him.
"The great source of magic! The enemy has interference methods, and we can't keep in touch with the troops on the front line! So we don't know how the battle is going, so we can only wait patiently." The demon officer considered his words and answered.
"Boom!" While he was making up his excuse, a bomb penetrated the thick magic defense barrier and landed directly on the open space in the middle of the temple.
The huge explosion caused the carved stone pillars in the courtyard to collapse, and also killed a demon guard standing in the courtyard.
The earth trembled under this protection, and the dust on many buildings was shaken off.
In the room where the magic origin was located, the vibration caused all the magic vessels to knock together, making a loud splashing sound.
All the bottles and jars were vibrating, and the sound made the source of magic even more irritable and angry: "Wait? Wait! You are all a bunch of waste! Waste!"
His voice became sharper, no longer the calm and condescending voice that could not hear the joy and sorrow: "You allowed the enemy to attack so close to the temple! You idiots! You can't succeed enough but fail more than you can."
Used garbage!”
The unpleasant curses echoed in the room, making the demon officer kneeling on the ground even more frightened.
After all, if the magic source is unhappy, he can crush a demon at any time, just as easily as crushing an ant.
"The great source of magic...we, we are already trying our best...trying our best to fight the enemy!" He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lowered his head and said nervously.
"Try your best? What's the point of trying your best? If I continue to wait for a few more days, will those damn humans break into my temple and point their weapons at my head?" The source of magic roared sharply.
"My subordinates will do their best to stop the enemy!" There was really nothing to say. This demonic officer could only bite the bullet and swear his loyalty.
However, no one cares about his loyalty now: the loyalty of the soldiers guarding the city wall and the gunners standing next to the anti-aircraft guns is infinitely close to zero. No matter how high a commander's loyalty can be, how high can it be?
Woolen cloth?
The once invincible demon army has been destroyed with the defeat of the fourth prince. Those powerful troops of God's servants have now been lost.
The Temple of the Servants of God had been damaged in the last bombing, and many more bombs had just hit the temple. It could almost be described as a ruin.
The magic sources of the God's Attendant troops that luckily still exist have been transferred to the vicinity of his temple, so there is no way to send them out to perform combat missions.
No one really believes in the origin of magic now, so he arranged the divine servant beside him as a kind of alert and defense.
Without the Divine Attendant, the demon troops, which were originally supplementary soldiers, would have even worse combat capabilities. It was a blessing to be able to barely maintain discipline.
"Boom!" Another bomb fell near the temple, and a section of the wall outside the temple collapsed.
The surrounding buildings began to collapse, and the rising smoke hit the magic defense barrier as if hitting an invisible wall.
A towering magic tower collapsed, just like the huge chimneys that fell in the suburbs. The demons around them screamed in shock, but they were drowned out by the explosion of another bomb.
After the earth shook, the bombers of the Airanhir Empire gradually moved away. Witholans, who had not yet fully recovered from the first bombing, was now even more embarrassed.
There was thick black smoke left by the explosion everywhere, and there were collapsed buildings and ruins everywhere. There were corpses everywhere, and there were desperate scenes everywhere.
The suburban worker staggered up from among the corpses. His hands were still stained with dried black blood. At his feet lay the body of the poor demon officer who was hit by shrapnel.
The parts factory around him was completely in ruins, and everything he was familiar with was lost in the bombing.
In the thick dust, he stumbled forward. He tried hard to discern the direction, but was knocked dizzy by a demon passing by.
There was no way. In this state, everyone became nervous. There were explosions everywhere, and it was normal for people to run around.
So the demon worker adjusted his posture, squinted his eyes and continued walking in the dust raised by the explosion. It was like he was walking in fog, with unknown gray dust in front of his eyes.
"I have an officer here who is dead! Is there anyone here? I have someone here...cough cough cough!" He shouted loudly in the smoke, hoping that someone would come to help him.
But it's a pity that no one cares about a poor demon worker screaming in the ruins.
Some demons were putting out the fire not far away, others were setting up an anti-aircraft gun built in a hurry at the street corner, and some demons were moving the corpses of some of their companions.
In short, everyone was busy, and some soldiers in armor hurried past this demon worker.
The dust raised by the explosion finally began to fall, and the surrounding air was no longer so turbid. The visibility recovered slightly, and only then did the demon worker see that the entire city of Withaus, not far away, seemed to be boiling.
of black smoke.
At this moment, he finally understood that in the face of such a disaster, the little character he had raised was just an ant that no one cared about.