Without any intention of persuading them to surrender, the high-ranking demons in the Demonic Servant Army of the Elanthir Empire entered the temple with long swords.
Perhaps, ten thousand years ago, some of their demonic ancestors were already hoping that one day they would be able to do such a thing.
After more than 10,000 years of brutal oppression and enslavement, demons have become accustomed to obeying the orders of the origin of magic.
When they one day found that they no longer had to obey the will of the source of magic, they became hysterical.
In a dark corridor leading to the temple, the demon defenders desperately held on to their defense line. Relying on the narrowness of the passage, they could barely hold on for some time.
But all of them knew that they had no hope. Those hopes that reinforcements would come in from the outside to rescue them had long since been shattered as time went by.
At this time, no demon defenders can break through the outer defense line and rush in to save the world.
Therefore, the demon defenders who stayed in the temple where magic originated finally began to become desperate.
Another veteran of the demon garrison fell down. He was easily chopped down by the opponent. The remaining demon garrison soldiers had to take a few steps back to put some distance between themselves and the senior demon opposite.
"Thunder and lightning!" The high-level demon was obviously tired of chopping. He stretched out his palm and used a high-level magic on the demon defenders in the corridor.
Thunder and lightning like blades penetrated several demonic defenders, causing their corpses to fall to the ground charred.
The demonic defenders at the back crowded backwards in embarrassment, trying to get as far away from such a powerful enemy as possible.
Unfortunately, the people further behind blocked their way, like human shields. They could only stand there, waiting for the last moment of their lives to come.
Originally, the demon garrison that could be stationed in the temple were the most devout believers in the origin of magic. Their will was firm and their combat effectiveness was stronger.
But as the battle progresses, their will has been destroyed and their courage has been exhausted.
At this moment, they no longer had the original madness and bravery, and all that was left was a little desire to survive.
On the other side, after removing the body next to the door, the soldiers of the Eilanhir Empire carefully opened the door, and then saw a spectacular sight.
This is the end of another long corridor, and there are relatively few defenders here, so the soldiers of the Airanhill Empire easily eliminated these demon garrison troops stationed here.
Compared to the demon garrison stationed on the other side, the garrison here is more like some monks, or waiters.
Their combat effectiveness can only be said to be average, and they should be just improvised and armed to make up the numbers. In fact, these people are the waiters in this hall, and they are usually responsible for doing chores.
A dozen high-level demons killed everything here without much effort, and then they did not dare to open the closed doors. They could only call the humans behind them and let the heavy armored grenadiers take over the place.
Now, these heavy-armored grenadiers who opened the door finally know how huge a powerful super empire that has unified the demonic world really is.
After the door was opened, what appeared to them was full of gold! Yes, it is so vulgar and so shocking!
The whole room is filled with gold, but it is not just gold! A more accurate description is that there are countless shelves densely stacked here, and the shelves are neatly placed with gold plates made of gold.
Every square gold plate made of gold is engraved with the devil's words - these words record everything that happened in the devil world for more than ten thousand years!
This is the great library of the source of magic! In order to preserve that knowledge for a long time, the source of magic cast these pure gold books!
He hopes that his achievements, or the series of great things he has done in the demon world for ten thousand years, can be preserved forever!
So, he built this place and cast hundreds of gold tablets every year to record what happened that year.
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"Oh my god... no wonder we rarely see valuable things along the way." The captain of the team raised his neck and looked at the bright gems inlaid on the dome to increase the brightness of the magic lamp here, and couldn't help but say
sigh.
Naturally, the magic lamp was no longer on, but against the backdrop of the torches, the ceiling was still stunningly gorgeous.
For ten thousand years, demons have basically implemented a militarized social management model. Their economy has collapsed long ago, so there is very little economic activity.
Demons barter more often with each other, and use currency less often or not at all!
But everyone knows that there are mines in the Demon Realm, and there are also gold, silver, and other precious metals here. From Angershall to Withollands, everyone is curious about where all those precious metals have gone.
where.
Now, everyone seems to understand a little more when they see the pure gold library in front of them, which is not inferior in size to the Imperial Reserve General Treasury of the Elanthir Empire.
"Watch this place! These things may...may be useful." The leading officer stared at these shining golden books, filled with struggle in his heart.
Of course it is useful, even if it is thrown into the furnace and melted, it is definitely a "useful" thing. What's more, the contents recorded in the text are very important for understanding the entire demon world.
On the other side, the battle continued. One after another, the demonic defenders were killed, and the ground in the corridor was littered with corpses.
But the defenders were still stuck on the road, because they knew that once such a narrow line of defense was abandoned and the terrain opened up, they would only die faster.
It's a pity that while they fought tooth and nail in the basement corridor, the devil upstairs didn't have such good luck.
They were quickly captured by the stairs, divided and surrounded in several rooms and halls. Above their heads, the huge eagle flag of the Eilanhir Empire had been spread on the roof.
In the distance, the demons who were still clinging to the ruins saw this flag, and they all seemed to have lost their souls, with panic on their faces...