Andrea was lying on a comfortable camp bed, feeling that she had never been so physically and mentally exhausted in a thousand years.
Until now, she had no way to be sure that she had won, even if an officer sent a telegram. The content of the telegram was that Chris had confirmed that the origin of magic had been defeated.
Her originally tense heart was still tense. As long as she looked at the still huge magic energy group not far away, she couldn't let go.
The Dragon King seemed not to be far away, because he didn't know whether the news coming from the Ailanthir Empire was true.
He couldn't believe that a battle in the demon world ended with a victory far away in the magic continent.
As a result, they had no intention of leaving. Vivian also needed to rest now, so she stayed where she was and did not leave.
But fortunately, there is a sky battleship. Being able to lie on the sky battleship is much more comfortable than being on the front line. No matter how hard and simple they are, at least they have an independent cabin, an independent bathroom, and even lobster for lunch.
In this battle, His Majesty the Emperor of the Airanhill Empire lost three god puppet clones, which was something Andrea was a little ashamed of.
She traveled thousands of miles to fight on the front line, and as a result, her man lost one-third of his mental strength before barely defeating her opponent.
The sense of shame made her unwilling to appear in front of those generals, and she also knew that in this situation, no one had time to deal with them, "martial arts masters"...
It is true that they are just martial arts masters. Today's war has long changed its pattern. Brutal fighting has become an elegant massacre. The level of bloodshed has not changed, but the loss has become a heavy burden borne by the losing party.
Waggron is deploying his troops to surround Withausland, Medias is busy mitigating the losses of Bulkland Fortress, and Heidicanon is storming Withausland at all costs.
As for the rest of the Demon Realm, it is no longer important. As long as we capture this place, the rest of the territory will be decided by propaganda.
"Your Royal Highness." A female elf officer came in carrying a dinner plate filled with carefully prepared delicacies: "It's time for lunch."
"Put it there." Andrea looked at the sword hanging on the wall with half interest, and Andrea felt that she was becoming more and more useless.
She failed in the war against the demon army that emerged from the Magic Eye. As a result, she was once again embarrassed in the war against the demon world.
The battle against the origin of magic destroyed her master's dignity to pieces. As long as she closed her eyes, she could recall that terrible process clearly.
"It's really embarrassing." Andrea took a deep breath and gave herself a sad evaluation.
"What did you say?" The female elf officer who had just put down the dinner plate heard the voice of Her Royal Highness and asked hurriedly.
"Nothing." Andrea sighed awkwardly again, shook her head and replied. She was irritable and didn't know what to say, maybe because she felt that even if she wanted to say something, she shouldn't be talking to the woman in front of her.
What did the officer complain about?
"Marshal Wageron asked me to tell you about the battle situation... General Heidicannon's armored forces have entered the city to fight. They have captured most of the blocks in the industrial area and are approaching the temple area." The female officer looked at Ann.
Delia didn't mean to drive her out and quickly told her some good news.
"Really? That's great." Andrea said perfunctorily and sat up from the bed.
She had rarely been so rude in front of others before. Every time she saw people, she was neatly dressed and graceful.
Now, when the person who brought food opened the door, she was not even willing to sit up and deal with it - the dignity of a strong person was shattered, which made her very hurt.
Just when Andrea's self-esteem was frustrated, Heidicanon's attack was extremely smooth. Ever since the most elite armored troops of the Elanthir Empire entered the war zone, the battle began to be out of the control of any demon defenders.
That is simply not a force that can be controlled!
If the armored demon servants of the Airansil Empire are still within the evenly matched range of the demon defenders, then the elite infantry of the Airansil Empire, armed to the teeth, can easily kill the demon defenders.
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At this moment, the armored soldiers of the Airan Hill Empire entering the battlefield were things from another dimension and were not within the scope of the demon defenders' cognition at all.
After seeing those tall steel giants, invulnerable, walking on the streets, easily picking up a demon from the ruins, and then breaking the demon's body, the intensity of the battle dropped several notches.
The demon troops that were still resisting immediately divided into two groups. One group kept kneeling and surrendered, hoping to be forgiven. The other group turned around and ran away without even looking back.
The heavy armored grenadiers of the Airanthil Empire wearing powered exoskeletons quickly occupied the last ruined demon factory. They hoisted the flag here and marched towards the demon's temple.
Loud songs echoed in the sky, and the demon troops guarding the temple drew their swords and gathered into a square formation. Opposite them were several heavy armored grenadiers of the Elanthir Empire carrying weapons.
Then, a crazy massacre began. The bullets fired by the 10mm caliber assault rifle had a terrifying penetration ability. In just a moment, not many demons could continue to stand on the battlefield.
Then a few of the heavy armored grenadiers of the Elanshir Empire who grinned and licked their lips turned into demons and rushed into a group of lambs.
They drew out the long swords at their waists. When magic wrapped around the blade, the demons knew that the enemy they faced was completely different from their previous enemies.
Before they had time to escape, they were chopped down to the ground. Those demonic officers who could barely use magic also became ghosts under the sword one after another with the blessing of the opponent's powerful power.
As these heavy armored grenadiers continued to move forward, the demonic troops stationed in the temple began to retreat continuously.
They pushed up the long steps covered with craters and rubble, and after leaving dozens of corpses on the steps, they were finally pressed back into the temple gate by the humans.
In the demon temple that was still stubborn and did not collapse, the demon defenders who were already at a loss of ground screamed and rushed towards their opponents. With a wave of their hands, their opponents chopped these ignorant fools into two pieces.
Black blood sprayed on the walls, sprayed into the abandoned blood pool, flowed along the gaps in the dirty floor tiles, and finally gathered and dried, solidifying in the corpses or the ravines beside the wall.
