Nine Hundred Fifty-Five Is Not the Same

"I'm sorry! We are different!" The soldier of the demon servant army who stabbed the fatal sword was the same demon who polished his long sword before.

He believes that fighting for the strong is the meaning of the existence of demons. He believes that since the Alan Hill Empire is stronger than the source of magic, the source of magic should be eliminated.

This is exactly what the source of magic has instilled in these demons before: there is no shame in invading others, 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 strong preying on the weak, let these demons respect the strong, and let them survive cruelly according to the law of the jungle.

Slaughtering other races and seducing those fallen traitors, these things are actually taken for granted in the teachings taught by the origin of magic to the demons. It is precisely because of this that these demons finally transformed into what they are today.

It is precisely because of such precepts and deeds that the expansion of the demons before was so invincible and so devastating.

It's a pity that against the invasion of the magic continent, the demons were defeated. The survival of the fittest rhetoric of the origin of magic immediately became full of flaws.

The original invincible myth was shattered, and the nonsense that magic originated from God and was the ruler of the world became a joke.

Many demons have only shaken their beliefs, but there are also many demons who have continued their beliefs.

Doesn’t the origin of your magic say that the strongest is worth following? It is obviously more reasonable to follow the human empire Alan Hill, isn't it?

Didn't your magic origin say that only victory is noble, and failure is original sin? It's better to follow the noble Elan Hill than to fail the magic origin, right?

"Why...how could it be different..." The demonic officer who had been pierced through the stomach by a sword knew that he was finished, staggered back, and asked with an unbelievable expression on his face.

He really couldn't believe that these demon soldiers, who looked far less brave than him, could unleash such powerful combat power under the protection of armor and shields.

These soldiers of the servant army drew their swords cleanly, which actually contained many exquisite cold weapon fighting skills.

It is naturally impossible for the rout officer who is about to die to know that these exquisite cold weapon fighting skills are practical tactics that have been summed up and perfected for thousands of years on another planet.

Of course,

He also couldn't figure out that those simple tactical moves to block the 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 fully believe that the shield in his hand can block the opponent's attack, so that he can face the sharp blade of the enemy so calmly.

This is exactly the change that the weapons and armor provided by the Alan Hill Empire have brought to these recruits: they believe that the weapons in their hands are better and stronger than their opponents!

It is with such confidence that they will use the shield in their hands to block the opponent's attack, and then take advantage of the situation to find a good angle, kill them with one blow, and kill those difficult enemies.

"We were ordered not to plunder demon civilians! We can no longer eat humans or demons of the same kind!" A soldier of the servant army emphasized proudly.

This is his favorite prohibition, and he feels that it is because of such a prohibition that the demon clan can finally be classified as "civilization".

"What is there to sympathize with those weak people?" The burly demon asked hysterically. Black blood flowed down his fingers and dripped onto the ground, one drop after another without stopping.

This sword obviously hurt him a lot, causing this seemingly powerful demon officer to lose most of his fighting power.

When he was shouting hysterically, behind him, several demon soldiers who had lost their cover were killed by the surrounding servant soldiers one after another.

The demons, who were already at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, became even sparser now. They were back to back, shaking their long swords back and forth nervously, fearing that if they were not paying attention, they would become the next unlucky ghost to be hacked to death.

"What about the source of magic? What is there to sympathize with?" A soldier of the demon servant army asked back.

Now the origin of magic is a downright weak in front of the Alan Hill Empire. According to the theory it instilled in the demon family, 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 the end of his words. He really wanted to refute his opponent, but the facts made him unable to speak.

Even, he couldn't care less about his aching abdomen, eager to regain his position in words.

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 didn't quite believe what he said.

Even a diehard like him has already seen that the origin of magic has become very passive. Those once elite demon troops have all been lost, and even the most elite God Servant troops seem to be unable to change the situation of the battle!

Or, the next counterattack against the source of magic can win, but even if it wins, it will not be determined by a partial victory from defeat to victory on the entire war level.

Even the most optimistic demons know that they will lose in this battle in all likelihood: the reason is actually very simple. In previous battles on the Magic Continent, the demons had the upper hand, and they still lost everything, let alone this time The demons have been driven back to the Demon Realm, and the local passive defense operations, the situation is very pessimistic.

"Then, how do you know that it didn't lose?" The demon of the servant army was not a fool, and someone immediately asked back.

At the moment when these deafening rhetorical questions confused the minds of these defeated soldiers, the soldiers of the Demon Servant Army rushed forward, raising the sharp axes and long swords in their hands high.

Smoke billowed from the houses that were set on fire, and the whole village seemed to have regained its tranquility. The corpses of the dead soldiers were still lying at the entrance of the village, and a drone flew over the treetops, with a slight buzzing sound, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The demon rout officer, who fell to the ground clutching his stomach, had long been silent. He had several wounds on his body, each of which was fatal.

Before he was alive, he had also struggled to the death, but unfortunately, all his struggles were in vain. In the end, he was killed by the long sword and fell on the open space at the entrance of the village he once wanted to plunder.

A battle started so quickly and then ended hastily. The soldiers of the demon servant army who wiped out these routs are simply cleaning the battlefield.

The corpses of the civilians were also collected and buried separately from those demonic soldiers. This is also the requirement above, the demon servant army must clean up the battlefield and bury the bodies of the dead.

Originally, demons didn't bury corpses. They emphasized the idea of ​​celestial burial: according to their simple values, these corpses are food, which can be eaten by themselves before they rot, and can be left for demon dogs or other monsters to enjoy after they rot.

And after taking refuge in the Alan Hill Empire, these servants could only do as the Romans did, and began to bury the bodies of the dead on the battlefield.

Obviously, from the perspective of sanitation and epidemic prevention, burying dead bodies is definitely a very meaningful thing.

It is also a village, a demon's village, which is different from a human's village, but the two have many similarities.

On the magic continent, a small unknown village, like the demonic village in front of me, has regained its 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 saved the people here from the scythe of death.

At this moment, the refugees were celebrating their luck happily, and when they saw Hector, they were no longer nervous.

For the refugees in the southern region, they finally began to agree that those Irishmen from the north were their liberators and saviors. : :

"Gods above! My lord, you are back safely!" Seeing Hector who jumped off the dragon, the old man stepped forward to give a deep salute, and said in greeting: "The great God of Creation will always protect the benevolent kind you."

"Thank you." Hector came back this time and brought a lot of cheap food. These foods are not very delicate, but they are better than eating in large quantities.

A box of instant noodles is enough for people in this village to make do with a meal. What's more, for these locals, instant noodles are simply heavenly delicacy.

You must know that these refugees have not been able to eat enough for a long time. Not to mention the delicious noodles, even those instant noodle soups with a layer of oily flowers are enough to make people salivate.

"My load is limited, and my mount has 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 Explained with a reddish 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.

"Sorry, if I try harder..." After a few seconds, he finally scratched his head and apologized to the villagers.

Unexpectedly, the old man in front of him interrupted his words, and thanked him: "You don't have to force yourself! My lord! We are already very grateful, thank you for sending us hope when we were about to perish... Yes, Hope...is something more precious than gold!"