The reality is so cruel. No matter how much the poor white-robed god waiter curses in his heart, it cannot change the fact that he has no chance to escape.
He saw with his own eyes that a divine attendant not far away was chopped down to the ground by Ailanthir's huge war machine.
The next second, he saw another white-robed divine waiter being hit with magic by several magicians who came up to attack him. He struggled painfully and exploded in the thunder and lightning.
When he came back to his senses, he had been stabbed by the sword of the Elanthir elf general in front of him...
Before he had time to struggle, he felt that the energy in his body had lost control. He saw the Elf general retreating rapidly, and then his eyes turned into darkness.
Death is not necessarily the end for the servants of God. They may be resurrected safely in the rear and continue to participate in the battle...
But death is also a kind of torture for them! Every time they are resurrected, it is not that they have not paid a price, but as the original body, they themselves do not know it.
God's servants cannot be resurrected indefinitely. Every time these monsters are resurrected, their mental power and vitality will be depleted.
Until the loss exceeds the maximum limit that the body can bear, this seemingly infinite number of resurrections will be completely over.
No matter how many times they can be resurrected, or whether they can be resurrected at all, the soldiers of the Airanhir Empire do not know that they only need to kill these godly servants in front of them to end the battle.
The servants of God were at the end of their rope, wounded and exhausted, and their magic energy was exhausted. They had only the strength to fight to the death.
They were covered by fire and suffered all kinds of blows. Those who survived now were just lucky.
However, no matter how good your luck is, sooner or later it will run out. Obviously, the good luck of these white-robed divine waiters in front of them has run out.
They were killed one by one by the soldiers of Elanthir. There were not many left, but they fell one by one. The servants of God who could resist could no longer hold on.
When the last God's Attendant fell and died, the entire battlefield became silent. The few remaining God's Attendants were defeated on the battlefield. They were chased by the heavy armored grenadiers of Ailan Hill.
The air force chased them, but in the end no one was able to escape.
And when these godly servants were annihilated, there was a sound of jubilation in the headquarters of General Medias.
Compared with the losses caused by the last attack by the God's Attendant, this time Ailancier could be said to have wiped out all the invading enemies without any injuries.
This is definitely something worthy of cheering. The enemy's most troublesome troops were annihilated without doing anything!
Next time, Magic Origin organizes such an attack again, and will be more cautious, and the tactical advantage of Ailan Hill will be even greater!
"Long live Ailanthir!" When the last divine servant fell, the soldiers of Ailanthir cheered.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Everyone raised their arms to celebrate this victory.
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"A letter from the devil?" After Chris got the report of this local battle, he was also shocked by the details inside.
He really didn't expect that it was a demon who reported that the Ailanshir Empire could so easily annihilate an army of demon's god servants.
Taking this report, he looked at the Elf Queen. The two of them often discussed political opinions together these days, and they got along very harmoniously.
The relationship between the two people is gradually warming up, but they still adhere to their dignity and do not do anything that can easily be reconciled before getting married.
Andrea took the report, shrugged her handsome shoulders, and said to Chris: "There is nothing surprising about this. In fact, a long time ago, there were some elves who preferred to say that they were Eiland Hill.
People."
This kind of comprehensive transcendence in the quality of life can easily lead people to have some longing thoughts. It is just like the earth in the 1970s, when many people yearned to live in the United States. Computer version::/
Chris looked at Andrea's beautiful, curved and sexy shoulders and shrugged twice, intentionally or unintentionally averting his gaze, and then said: "For Alan Hill, this is a good sign.
"
Compared with the so-called ideologies and complicated political stances on earth, Ailansil's open-minded appetite makes it easier to accept all races and bring everyone together.
Of course, the aboriginal people of this world have never seen or tasted it, and they cannot distinguish between social systems and political systems, so there is no need to argue with them about which system is more suitable for this world.
Anyway, to sum it up in one sentence, they will welcome whatever system Chris gives them, and the harmony is enviable.
"Anyway, this is a good sign! I accepted 20,000 demon civilians as captives, and the demons gave me a surprise in return. This can be considered a reciprocity." Chris said with a smile.
The Elf Queen Andrea looked at Chris with a charming look of disdain: "Are you getting a big deal? No matter judging from the frequency of dispatches of the God's Attendants, or judging from the size of the God's Attendants' troops, this team of magic origins
Elite troops are actually very rare and precious."
"Their total number should be around 5,000. After two consecutive failures, the number of this unit should now be less than 3,000!" She carefully analyzed for Chris: "For us, this is definitely
This is good news. As long as we can weaken the God's Attendant troops, the source of magic will have no means to threaten our defense line."
Finally, she concluded: "At least, originally we had to be wary of the opponent's magic of mass destruction, and we also had to be wary of the opponent's God's Attendant troops. In fact, the pressure was very great. Now, we only need to target the opponent's magic of mass destruction.
Just defense."
"You're right." Chris nodded. The Elf Queen is also a commander who leads troops to fight all year round, and her strategic vision is also very vicious.
Chris even felt that compared to actually commanding the battle formation, this elf queen was no less inferior than his Princess Cape Luna.
"However, I don't think we can't cope with these so-called god-server troops from the origin of magic." Chris then emphasized to Andrea: "It's just that we can inflict a heavy blow to the enemy without paying a huge price.
