An old demon officer looked up at the somewhat gray sky, where there was a calm and pure magical energy.
He squinted his eyes, as if he was looking at his future, but it was a pity that the magical energy that once filled him with hope of victory had now shrunk by a large margin.
"We're done." He looked at the young demons behind him. Some of these demon soldiers were carrying long swords, some were holding long guns, and a few were carrying an old 98K rifle.
Just like a run-down pirate team, they don't even have neat weapons or good armor.
The weather is no longer cold, so the whole street is filled with the smell of rotting corpses. It's like hell, and every corner is filled with the despair of death.
Fat rats as long as human arms gathered in the crevices of the ruins, their tails entwined in the eye sockets of the fanged skeletons.
Because there are no hunters such as devil dogs, these animals that could only live in caves have now begun to act unscrupulously.
In the past, there were demon soldiers who used these rats as food to satisfy their hunger. Later, as the war completely degenerated, these demon soldiers no longer had much energy to deal with these low-level animals that reproduced at an extremely fast rate.
As a result, these animals, which were originally thin and now fat, wreaked havoc in this place that could no longer be called a city. They didn't even wait for the wounded soldiers to die completely before they gathered around and began to eat the black flesh.
The attack of the Eilanhir Empire had slowed down a few days ago. The two-wing attack surrounding the city seemed to have stopped, and the large-scale battles had completely disappeared.
The occasional sporadic attacks were all localized, launched for reasons such as resting the defense line, and the scale of the attacks was very limited.
It is precisely because of this that the remaining demon garrison in the dilapidated city of Withollands can support itself until now.
"Sir...it has been more than ten days, and there is still no movement from the great source of magic." A young demon said desperately.
They have been looking forward to it, hoping that the source of magic can return to fight and lead them to reverse their defeat and move towards victory.
Unfortunately, as time goes by, this war seems to be becoming more and more hopeless. The magic group created by the magic source that represents hope has shrunk to one-half of its original size.
It was about to disappear before our eyes, and at the same time, the last pitiful hope of the demon defenders disappeared.
"Alas... we have no hope for a long time." The old demon shook his head depressedly and said to the demons behind him: "If the source of magic could come back, he should have come back long ago."
They tried to keep fighting, but the brutal fighting destroyed what little fighting spirit they had left.
That is not a terrifying opponent that flesh and blood can challenge at all. Human beings don't need to fight at all. Just those demon servants are terrifying enough.
The opponent has more people and better weapons. They can replenish their troops at any time. They also have more nutrition, so their bodies are stronger.
As the experienced veterans fought less and less, and the opponent's veterans fought more and more, the battle began to become one-sided.
Of course they also tried to surrender, but unfortunately the other party seemed unwilling to accept them prisoners at all.
Regardless of whether they lay down their weapons or not, the opponent will raise the butcher's knife. These demon defenders finally realized how desperate their former enemies, the poor enemy civilians they invaded, felt when they were slaughtered.
Since surrendering means death, and not surrendering means death, they can only keep fighting. At least holding a long sword in their hands will look better than dying while kneeling on the ground.
Nowadays, all they have left is their so-called dignity. If they give up their dignity, they will really have nothing.
Dignity, in the past perception of the demons, was just a ridiculous word, but when they lost the hope of living, the encouragement of victory, and the comfort of killing, they could only think of such a ridiculous word.
For all the demon defenders still in Withollands, this is an ending that makes people laugh and cry.
"Wow..." A piece of colorful paper suddenly spread out in the sky, as beautiful as the fireworks before the banquet started.
These rectangular pieces of colored paper flew away in the wind, falling little by little to the ruins, the ground, the bones, the corpses, and the black dried blood.
The old demon officer reached out and grabbed a piece of soft pink paper that fell from the air. He looked at the words on it curiously, and then his eyes suddenly widened.
There was nothing profound written on the pink paper, it just said that the origin of magic had been defeated and the demon clan should surrender immediately. It also gave a promise that as long as they surrendered, they could survive.
"...We...can finally surrender." The old devil seemed to have lost all his strength and fell down on a piece of gravel behind him, with a wry smile of relief written all over his face.
Behind him, the demon soldiers who had also received this leaflet were all grateful that they had waited until the final relief.
Soldiers who were stronger and more experienced than them had all died in the ruins and rubble that could not be seen beyond the horizon.
Every night, in their tired sleep, they could clearly dream of endless artillery bombings and the deafening roar of tank engines.
The machine gun made a squeaking sound like a saw, and the flamethrower made a terrifying whirring sound. Even the sudden sound of sniper gunfire echoed in the sky, making them shudder.
These days are finally over, and they no longer have to worry about waking up one day and having their throats slit, nor do they have to worry about crying and looking for their arms after an explosion.
"Find the white sheet we found before." The old devil held the pink leaflet in his hand and ordered his subordinates.
Several demons with immature faces hurriedly ran towards a building not far behind them that had more than half collapsed.
They have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now they can finally surrender, which is a great thing.
While running backwards, they shouted to the civilians around them: "We can surrender! We can surrender! Hahaha! We can finally surrender!"
As if it was a festival, this happy mood spread all of a sudden, making everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
