Millions of demon elite troops fought fiercely with 100,000 human expeditionary forces on the Storm Islands. Demon King Aresia personally commanded and invested in new weapons, but in the end they were defeated and fled.
Now, the total number of troops deployed by Ailan Hill in the demon world has exceeded 400,000, but the number of combat troops deployed by the demon troops on the front line is only a measly 200,000 or so.
This is a war that is destined to be impossible for the devil to win, because the military strength of both sides is no longer the same.
While a godly attendant in white robes was resting in the forest, recovering half of the magic power he had consumed, thousands of soldiers from Eiland Hill were already carrying weapons and marching further along the road.
They don't have time to waste searching for these sporadic enemies. They want to encircle the demons close to the frontal defense line of Elanthir and annihilate them on the path of attack.
The densely packed Ailan Hill soldiers have almost filled the entire war zone, and there is not much space here for these white-robed godly attendants to move around.
Although there are many dense forests where you can temporarily hide, these white-robed men have no good way to hide until the main force of Elan Hill leaves.
Because... they are all pure energy bodies, and they have pure energy bodies as powerful as the Great Magister! The magician can sense their existence, and the closer the distance, the higher the accuracy of perception.
Just as the resting white-robed divine waiter sat on a big rock and adjusted his breath to regulate the magical energy in his body, he found that he was surrounded by several huge waves of energy.
He lowered his head slightly and picked up his long sword from the stone beside him. The long sword was full of mottled gaps, and these gaps were all scars. He hacked dozens of people to death with this long sword.
The enemy, but the hard things on the enemy's body also caused many scars on his long sword.
Yes, chopping helmets, chopping epaulettes, chopping bones, chopping guns... many things will cause damage to the thin and sharp sword blade.
Opposite the man in white robes, there is a man in black robes wearing a mask with a smiling face. This tradition belongs to Grecken, but it has been inherited by many magicians on the Magic Continent.
Many of the current magician troops of the Elanthir Empire are from Greken, or are apprentices of Greken magicians, so most of them are willing to wear a weird mask.
The man wearing a smiling mask pulled out the long sword from his waist. The sword forged from fine steel countless times shone brightly in the sun.
The next second, his long sword was wrapped with light blue lightning, which proved that the inconspicuous man in front of him was a lightning magician with strong combat effectiveness.
"Captain Elanthir Magic Instructor... It's a pity that you can only die here, devil!" The man said as he stepped forward, as cold as the sharp sword in his hand.
"Strong man... you are too arrogant." Although the voice was dull, the white-robed divine waiter still spoke clear sentences from his organ that was tentatively called his mouth: "I am the divine waiter... serve
God!"
God's Attendant... This was the first time the male magicians heard each other's official title. They had previously called each other the white-robed devil, or the white-robed man.
"You want to keep me...you...don't deserve it!" Looking at the black-robed magician across from him, the divine servant still maintained his pride as a strong man. He stood up with his sword in hand and said in a low tone.
After all, he is a powerful being close to the Great Magister, and the high-level magician of Ailan Hill in front of him is just an ordinary strong man who has just been promoted to Magister.
"Whether you are worthy or not is not up to you." Beside the black-robed male magician, an old man without a mask and with a wrinkled face walked out hunched over and holding a magic wand.
He is also wearing a black robe with a golden eagle embroidered on the back. Not every magician is a warrior with a long sword. The profession of magician is also destined. Many magicians are no longer suitable for charging into battle.
However, on the other side of the white-robed man, another white-robed man suddenly appeared. He was also carrying a long sword, and a hint of pride could be heard in his voice: "Actually, you are the ones who were ambushed!
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"Oh? What?" The old man had a smile on his face. When he asked this question, several black-robed magicians came out of the surrounding woods carrying long swords.
There are more and more of them, and in the end there are dozens of them. Each of these magicians used to be a powerful fighting force, but now that they gather in large numbers, their power is naturally more powerful.
Obviously, the man in white robe did not realize that in order to destroy the two of them, the other party sent out so many people!
For him, the situation now became more difficult. He was not sure of getting rid of these dangerous magicians. If he delayed, more enemies would surround him.
"Thunder!" The white-robed divine waiter stopped talking nonsense. He stretched out one hand forward and formed a huge magic circle in his palm. This was a battle he was familiar with, which made him feel at ease.
In the previous brutal battles, humans always brought out weapons that left him at a loss. The battles between the two sides were not ordinary magical battles, but more like a physical competition that purely consumed each other's magical energy.
In this case, although the white-robed divine waiter killed many humans, he also consumed a lot of magic. Now, the battle has entered a rhythm he is familiar with, which makes him more confident.
However, this confidence did not last for even 3 seconds, and was shattered by a sudden gunshot. He turned his face and saw his companion, the divine attendant who had consumed two-thirds of his magic power.
Then he saw that there was a hole in the dirty white robe of the divine waiter, a glaring hole.
It was a large-caliber sniper rifle, and it was naturally very powerful. The most unlucky thing was that the godly servant who was hit in the body was using all his strength to use attack magic to attack the opponent in front of him. He was completely unaware of the side attack.
There will be an attack team without magic lurking behind!
"You..." The godly servant who discovered that the other party was cheating was furious, and the magic power of the godly servant beside him began to be disordered. Although the blow just now was not immediately fatal, the damage it caused was definitely not small.
"I'm sorry, we are not here for a duel." An officer who was the leader of the Elanthir magicians had a naughty smile on his face, irritating his opponent and defending himself at the same time.