"Kill!" A ragged demon rushed toward the Elanthir Empire defenders' position with a long sword raised.
He crossed the ruins with great skill, and then after a sudden gunshot, he fell to the ground without moving.
The ball of energy suspended in the sky not far away gave these demon defenders great courage. They were once unable to hold on, but now they have the strength to fight back.
Although only some fools who are not afraid of death rush out of the ruins where they are hiding at this time, and then launch a death-defying charge towards the position of the attacking troops of the Eilanhir Empire, this still proves one thing - the origin of magic in this world
How deep-rooted is the rule of
The demon soldiers stationed in the industrial area of Withollands were fighting with the attacking troops room by room, ruin after ruin, with no intention of giving up their position.
Although the industrial area has turned into a veritable ruins, these demons have no intention of giving up.
After all, behind this industrial area is the famous Magic Temple! That is the resting place of the servants of God and cannot be given to anyone.
In fact, in this industrial area of Withollands, gunfire has become very sparse. Most of the time, there are hand-to-hand battles in ruins, because most of the battles are still between demons and demons.
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Here, a demon wearing heavy armor had just knocked down a demon garrison hiding in a house, and over there, a ragged demon attacked and killed a brightly armored demon servant.
Both sides were fighting non-stop, as if only fighting could make them forget about the terrifying and unsettling energy group above their heads.
"You...just wait! Soon the great source of magic will kill you all! Avenge me!" A demon who fell to the ground covering his chest stared at the enemy who killed him and shouted loudly.
, and black blood continued to spurt out from his mouth.
Until his death, he was convinced that the gods he believed in could help him kill these damn enemies in front of him.
Things like this were still happening in the corners of the battlefield, but the demon commanders on many positions began to realize that something might not be good.
"The enemy's attack is increasing... They have mobilized more forces to attack us." A demon officer pushed aside the soldiers crowded in the basement corridor and walked to his superior and said.
The old demon general with an unsightly face put on his helmet and armor, glanced at his most valued subordinate, and said: "The news just came, our team of ten thousand people on the flank has collapsed. The gunfire has gradually become lighter, and the opponent has
They are about to launch an attack on us."
"We should retreat... and join the people from the north..." the young officer advised worriedly.
"But the order we received before was to stick to this place no matter what." The old general said depressedly: "The great source of magic went out to fight in person before, and the pressure on our side dropped sharply... Now he doesn't know why he stopped.
We can only find a way to stick here and buy him enough time."
"Sir... under this situation, our remaining troops will not be able to hold on for long." The young officer's family knew his own affairs, and of course he knew that such a defense would not last long.
They were originally a team of 10,000 people, responsible for garrisoning three nearby blocks, but at their highest strength, they only had more than 2,000 people.
After shelling and bombing, they lost a large number of soldiers and now could only find less than 700 soldiers who could continue to fight.
Most of these soldiers only had long swords and some tattered armor, and only a few dozen rifles, and even fewer bullets.
Despite this, they have not received any supplies for two consecutive days. It seems that their superior troops have long forgotten the existence of a force like them, and they have not been provided with food or replenished bullets.
They were stationed in the position with nothing, and the only reason why they successfully defended the position was that the troops of the Elanthir Empire had not attacked here yet.
It is not an exaggeration to describe this unit as being out of ammunition and food. All they can do is to stay in the ruins and trenches, waiting for the enemy to come over, wasting one of the opponent's bullets, or making the opponent struggle to attack.
Make a chop.
"Even if there are 600 demon dogs, they have to kill them for a while, right? What's more, we are 600 soldiers!" The old demon sighed, and then said: "Otherwise, what else can we do?"
"If we fight to the death now, at least when the origin of magic wins, we still have a way to survive... But if we retreat now, no matter who wins, we will all die." He said as he handed it to the young officer.
A letter: "Give this to the commander stationed near the temple..."
"Sir!" The young officer knew that his superior had given him a chance to survive.
Sending letters is not considered desertion, so he can at least live a little longer - this may be the last bit of care given to him by the old man in front of him.
"Stop talking! Although the task given to you is relatively easy, you must be careful on the road. We don't know where the enemy is advancing. Those damn enemy scouts are very powerful!" The old general obviously didn't know the word sniper yet, so he just
I can generally refer to those who are cold-blooded as the familiar scouts.
In fact, this is also a common problem among many demons nowadays. They are exposed to too many new things at once, so the vocabulary is obviously not enough.
By interrogating a few captives, some fresh words were spread among the demon community.
They can already speak words like cars, airplanes and cannons proficiently, and some senior executives can even speak professional words such as fighter jets and attack aircraft.
The young officer suddenly felt very aggrieved...really very aggrieved. In the past, they were noble, cunning, sinister and cruel existences, but now they have found the brilliance of humanity in themselves.
In the past, they treated their enemies cruelly and were unwilling to show mercy to the lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Even if their companions died, they would not feel sad at all.
They firmly believe that only powerful beings in this world have the meaning of living, and they believe that the power imposed on them by the origin of magic is the fundamental law of all things.
However, when their faith began to collapse and their war began to fail, they sadly discovered that they began to have feelings that they had spurned before.