On a battlefield covered in blood, a soldier in armor knelt on his knees and raised the long sword in his hand above his head.
His once held head was now lowered, as if he didn't want others to see his expression.
The tracks of an Eilandhir tank rolled past the armored soldier, and the grenadier following the tank used his bayonet to drop the long sword to the ground beside him.
"I surrender! Don't shoot! I surrender!" Next to the armored soldier kneeling on the ground, another soldier had lost one of his arms. He was also kneeling on the ground, raising his only arm, shouting desperately.
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On the collapsed city wall, the royal flag of the Holy Demon Empire was in a dilapidated state, lying on the ground full of holes. Surrounded by eight pieces of broken corpses.
After holding on for more than twenty days, with no reinforcements from outside or food and grass inside, Foz finally gave up resistance and raised the white flag.
After being surrounded, the hundreds of thousands of troops in the city tried to break out and hold their positions, but they failed to do anything and were eventually eaten away bit by bit until they completely fell apart today.
In the end, less than 50,000 soldiers were left in the battle of hundreds of thousands of troops. The Consul of Balale surrendered with more than 40,000 soldiers, and the remaining soldiers who were unwilling to surrender began to struggle on their own.
They fought in the ruins of the city, but suffered heavy losses due to lack of organization and coordination. In just one day, the remaining more than 10,000 people collapsed and surrendered. In the hands of these rebels, Foz City was completely turned into ruins.
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And this is the last city controlled by the Holy Demon Empire. The surrender here means that a huge magic empire that has existed for thousands of years has officially disappeared from this world.
The city lord's mansion has long been in ruins, and the stone steps that were bombarded by cannons to the point of being unrecognizable are covered with soldiers who were unwilling to surrender and died here.
There are empty bottles of magic replenishing liquid scattered around these magic soldiers, as well as some other, less common magic devices.
On the edge of a huge bomb crater, a young Holy Demon Empire soldier was sitting on the edge of the crater with his sword in his arms, his head lowered like a corpse.
His body was covered with dirt and blood. On the corpse beside him, large flies were hovering around a body that had long since lost its breath, but he was not even in the mood to wave away them.
"Why? Why! I won't give in! Let all mortals die!" Seeing the surrounding Ailan Hill soldiers, behind the ruins not far behind the young man, a soldier waving a long sword shouted and jumped.
Got up.
The soldier's long sword was still burning with flames, and there was a faint magical defensive barrier on his body. But in the next second, this single-handed soldier turned into a mutilated corpse under the shroud of tracer bullets.
The bloody helmet rolled down next to the young man sitting next to the crater. He was still staring at the crater in a daze.
A few minutes ago, his country was gone. Although he didn't want to admit it, he personally gave the order.
He was originally an officer guarding here. The officer before him who had just succeeded him died in battle a few days ago. Among the remaining soldiers, he was the only one who could be considered a noble.
Therefore, he was appointed as the commander of this force the day before Balalere surrendered, and then resolutely refused the order to surrender Balalere the next day.
He didn't know what he had done wrong, he just didn't want to see his motherland disappear completely.
However, his men died one by one and were crushed one by one, which turned his persistence into a complete joke.
"Pull out your sword! Sir! Throw it away! Then raise your hands and come over!" On the side of an M4 tank that was climbing uphill, an Irish soldier held an STG-44 assault rifle and fired a black hole.
The gun was pointed at the young man sitting by the crater and he ordered loudly.
The young officer of the Holy Demon Emperor climbed up from the crater, patted the soil on his body twice, and then suddenly pulled out his long sword and placed it on his neck: "I will not surrender!"
After saying that, the long sword was wiped hard on his slender neck, and blood spurted out and dripped along the inscription marks on the armor on his chest.
Two seconds later, the young man fell headlong into the crater, as if he was lying in the grave of his own choosing.
When he fell down, the royal flag of the Holy Demon Empire hanging on the city lord's palace was thrown down and fell on the ruins filled with corpses, which was instantly dyed red.
In the basement of Seris City, light shined into Vivian's eyes along a slit. She felt as tired as if she hadn't slept for dozens of days, but she still shook her head and squinted her eyes to look around curiously.
sisters.
The female puppet T800 with the smiley mask had also sat up at this time and was looking curiously at her steel palms.
"I feel it! I feel it! This is amazing! The magic puppet's casting speed is actually faster than me!" The female puppet exclaimed in Vivian's voice in shock.
Here, Vivian rubbed her head and finally remembered where she was. She widened her charming eyes with an unbelievable look: "Chris! Did you succeed?"
"This is not a difficult matter. Success is inevitable." Chris smiled and helped Vivian put a pillow on her back, while the female puppet over there had already rolled out of bed and began to adapt to her own society.
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"It's so amazing." Vivian looked at her "clone", her big eyes flickering, with a hint of naivety and cuteness that she just woke up from: "Doesn't this mean that you can make it without side effects?
Such an army of god puppets?"
"How is it possible? The side effects are still very serious." Chris shook his head and said: "At least, you will be very tired recently and are not suitable for high-intensity fighting. You need to recuperate enough and recover for a month."
"Report!" At this time, an officer came in, stood at attention and saluted, stood behind Chris, and reported the latest frontline news: "This afternoon, the 2nd Army invaded Foz, and the Holy Demon Empire... has...
No longer exists.”
"Very good!" Chris nodded, which was good news that made him very comfortable.
At this time, the puppet T800 No. 1 next to Chris suddenly walked up to Vivian's female puppet, bowed slightly and introduced himself: "Hello, beautiful lady, please allow me to introduce myself, I am Chris.
No. 1, can I be friends with you?"
"..." Chris covered his face in despair, not daring to look at Vivian's expression. The god puppet he created seems to have strengthened his skills in picking up girls...——
Today is to make up for yesterday's short chapter... I still owe you two more updates. Long Ling knows it. Don't worry, I will definitely pay it back!
