"I'm sorry! We are not the same!" The soldier of the demon servant army who stabbed the fatal sword was the same demon who polished his sword before.
He believes that fighting for the strong is the meaning of the devil's existence. He believes that since the Empire of Elanthir is stronger than the source of magic, the source of magic should be eliminated.
This is exactly the idea that was instilled into these demons by the origin of magic: invading others is not shameful, and destruction itself is not a cruel choice.
The origin of magic tried its best to make these demons accept the absolute idea of the weak and the strong, allowing these demons to respect the strong and let them survive cruelly according to the laws of the jungle.
Killing other races and seducing those fallen traitors, these things are actually a matter of course according to the teachings taught to the demons by the origin of magic. It is precisely because of this that these demons finally transformed into what they are today.
It is precisely because of such words and deeds that the previous expansion of the devil was so invincible and so devastating.
It's a pity that the demons were defeated against the invasion of the magic continent. The theory of survival of the fittest at the origin of magic immediately became full of flaws.
The original myth of invincibility has been shattered, and the nonsense that magic is the origin of God and the master of the world has become a joke.
Many demons have only shaken their beliefs, but there are also many demons who have continued their beliefs.
Doesn’t your magic origin say that the strongest one is worthy of following? Then following the human empire Ailanthir is obviously more reasonable, isn’t it?
Doesn’t your magic origin say that only victory is noble, and failure is the original sin? Then following the noble Ailan Hill is better than the magic origin of failure, right?
"How... how could it be different..." The demonic soldier who had been stabbed through the stomach by a sword knew that he was finished, staggered back, and murmured with an expression of disbelief on his face.
He really couldn't believe that these demon soldiers, who looked far less brave than him, could burst out with such powerful fighting power under the protection of armor and shields.
These soldiers of the servant army draw their swords cleanly and neatly, which actually contains many exquisite cold weapon fighting skills.
Naturally, it was impossible for the dying officer to know that these exquisite cold weapon fighting skills were practical tactics that had been summarized and perfected for thousands of years on another planet.
Of course, he couldn't understand that those simple tactical moves of blocking a sword actually contained various subtle principles.
Only when you are full of confidence in the weapon in your hand can you use this simplest technical and tactical action. The user must completely believe that the shield in his hand can block the opponent's attack, so that he can face the enemy's hacking with such calmness.
Come over with a sharp edge.
This is exactly the change that the weapons and armor provided by the Eilanhir Empire have brought to these new recruits of the servant army: they believe that the weapons in their hands are better and stronger than their opponents!
It is precisely because of this confidence that they will use the shield in their hands to block the opponent's attack, and then find a good angle to kill those difficult enemies with one blow.
"We are ordered not to rob demon civilians! We can no longer eat humans or fellow demons!" a soldier of the servant army proudly emphasized.
This was his favorite prohibition. He felt that it was with such a prohibition that the demon clan could finally be considered "civilized".
"What are those weak people to sympathize with?" the strong demon asked hysterically. Black blood flowed along his fingers and dripped to the ground, one drop after another without stopping.
This sword obviously hurt him badly, causing this seemingly powerful demon officer to lose most of his combat effectiveness.
While he was shouting hysterically, behind him, several demons who lost cover broke out and were killed one after another by the surrounding servant soldiers.
The demon army, which was originally at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, now became even more sparse. They stood back to back, shaking their swords back and forth nervously, fearing that if they were not careful, they would become the next unlucky guy to be hacked to death.
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"What about the origin of magic? What's there to sympathize with?" A soldier from the Demon Servant Army followed up and asked.
Now the origin of magic is a complete weakling in front of the Elanthir Empire. According to the theory it instilled into the demon clan, the current origin of magic is naturally not worthy of sympathy at all.
"..." Suddenly, the leader of the demon army felt that he was at a loss for words. He wanted to refute his opponent, but the facts prevented him from speaking.
In fact, he couldn't care less about his painful abdomen and was eager to regain his position verbally.
Finally he began to defend himself: "How do you know that the great source of magic has lost? It may just be accumulating strength, and you will be defeated soon!"
In fact, when he said these words, even he himself did not quite believe what he said.
Even a diehard like him has seen that the source of magic has become very passive. All the once elite demonic troops have been lost, and even the most elite God's Servant troops seem to be unable to change the situation of the war!
Or, the next counterattack against the magic source can lead to victory, but even if it wins, the distance from defeat to victory at the level of the entire war cannot be determined by a single partial victory.
Even the most optimistic demons know that they will most likely lose this war: the reason is actually very simple. In the previous battles on the Magic Continent, the demons had the upper hand and lost everything, let alone this time.
The devil has been driven back to the demon world, and the local defense is passively fighting. The situation is very unoptimistic.
"Then, how do you know that it didn't lose?" The demons in the servant army were not fools, and someone immediately asked.
At the moment when the deafening rhetoric confused the minds of these defeated soldiers, the soldiers of the Demon Servant Army swarmed forward, raising their axes and swords high.
Thick smoke billowed from the ignited houses, and the whole village seemed to have returned to tranquility. The bodies of the dead soldiers were still lying at the entrance of the village. A drone flew over the treetops, with a slight buzzing sound, overlooking the entire village.
battlefield.
The demonic defeated officer who fell to the ground clutching his stomach had long since made no sound. There were several wounds on his body, each one of which was fatal.
During his lifetime, he also struggled to his death, but unfortunately, his struggles were in vain. In the end, he was killed by a long sword and fell in the open space at the entrance of the village he once wanted to plunder.
A battle started quickly and ended hastily. The soldiers of the demon servant army who had wiped out these defeated troops were simply cleaning the battlefield.
The corpses of the civilians were also collected and buried separately from the demon soldiers. This was also the requirement above. The demon servant army must clean the battlefield and bury the corpses of the dead.
Originally, demons did not bury corpses. They focused on an idea similar to sky burial: according to their simple values, these corpses were food. They could be eaten by themselves before they rotted, and they could also be left to demon dogs or other monsters to enjoy after they rotted.
After surrendering to the Elanthir Empire, these servants had no choice but to follow the local customs and began to bury the bodies of the dead on the battlefield.
Obviously, from the perspective of health and epidemic prevention, burying corpses is definitely a very meaningful thing.
It is also a village, a devil's village, different from a human village, but the two have many similarities.
In the magical continent, an unknown small village, like the devil's village in front of you, has restored peace and gained a new life.
When Hector jumped off his dragon again, the village in front of him had changed.
The special medicine and plague vaccine he sent allowed the people here to escape the scythe of death.
At this moment, these refugees were celebrating their luck happily. When they saw Hector, they no longer felt nervous as before.
For the refugees in the southern region, they finally began to recognize that the Elanshir people from the north were their liberators and saviors. : :
"Gods be with you! My lord, you have come back safely!" When the old man saw Hector jumping off the dragon, he stepped forward and gave a deep salute and said in greeting: "The great God of Creation will always protect Mercy.
You are kind."
"Thank you." Hector came back this time and brought a lot of cheap food. The food was not very exquisite, but it was good enough to fill up.
A box of instant noodles is enough for the people in this village to have a meal. What's more, for these locals, instant noodles are simply a delicacy in heaven.
You know, these refugees have not had enough to eat for a long time. Not to mention the delicious noodles, even the instant noodle soup with a layer of oil floating on it is enough to make people salivate.
"My load-bearing capacity is limited, and my mount has already exhausted a lot of energy. So this time, I can only bring back some instant noodles and some compressed biscuits." Looking at the hopeful eyes of the villagers, Hector
He explained with a slightly red face.
He felt that he was full of guilt. For a moment, he felt that if he worked harder and let his beloved mount carry more food, he could make the villagers here live better.
"I'm sorry, if I had tried harder..." After a few seconds, he finally scratched his head and apologized to the villagers.
Who would have thought that the old man in front of him interrupted him and thanked him: "You don't have to force yourself, sir! We are very grateful. We are grateful that you sent us hope when we were about to die... Yes,
