One Thousand Sixty-Five Is a Pity

In the collapsed ruins, a ragged demon struggled to move a huge stone. His body was a little thin, and he was a little weak when he moved the stone.

The weather is no longer cold, but his life has not improved much. In fact, his current life can be said to be completely ruined.

Originally, he was still a good blacksmith, and in the factory in front of him, he was constantly producing parts one by one.

These parts can be pieced together into a war machine, a heavy war machine that is huge and invincible.

However, this kind of war machine became vulnerable under the enemy's attack, and the original strong magic defense barrier was broken like a blank sheet of paper.

A few days ago, he was very happy, because the more losses on the front line, the longer he had to work, and the more the factory paid him.

During those few days, the war machines on the front line were destroyed 10 times out of 10, and his workload increased dramatically. He also fantasized that he could earn more food because he was always so busy.

As a result, everything changed in the past few days: Witthollands, which had never been attacked, was attacked by the enemy, and the factory he worked in became the pile of worthless ruins in front of him.

The demons have always been implementing a rule model similar to wartime economy. Before meeting Alan Hill, the demons had been expanding.

At first they conquered quadruped orangutans and demon bats, and later succubi and some subhuman races.

In short, in the past long years, the Demon Race has conquered the entire Demon World and unified the entire Demon World, just like Alan Hill conquered Alan Siris.

At the same time, they also created the Eye of Magic and began to invade the Magic Continent, which is now Elan Sirius.

This mode of always expanding and always fighting is very similar to the current state of the Alan Hill Empire.

To put it bluntly, this is the fastest rising mode, no matter who comes, it is the best use of this set of things...

However, when encountering a stronger civilization, the problem of this model is exposed: the unsustainable pain, whoever uses it will know!

The demon blacksmith in front of him, or the demon worker in front of him, hadn't eaten for several days. If it weren't for the demon's great endurance, he might have starved to death in his kennel.

no way,

According to the standards of the Alan Hill Empire, most of the places where demons live now can only be described as kennels.

"Hurry up and work! This place must be restored within two days! The parts we produce are waiting at the front! Hurry up!" Behind the thin demonic worker, a demonic officer in armor held his long sword and held Holding the whip, he yelled loudly.

Collapsed chimneys and buried equipment, including the magical devices that power them, are virtually useless.

It is definitely an unrealistic fantasy to resume production within two days: it may take two or even three days to clean up the ruins in front of us.

A strong four-legged orangutan, originally used for fighting, has now been transferred to help. It savagely tore the collapsed walls, raising waves of dust.

In the open space on the side, next to a machine that was rescued with great difficulty, several old devil workers were desperately repairing it.

They want to restore this equipment to a state that can be produced within the specified time. It's not a job they're good at, but it's all they can do now.

In fact, the accuracy of the equipment repaired in this way has long been very worrying. It is estimated that the parts it can produce will be difficult to continue to use.

Another solid stone was pried up by several demons, and it rolled to a lower place, billowing smoke and dust along the way.

A furnace for smelting was exposed. Most of it was still buried under the ruins, and the exposed part had obviously been deformed by the collapsed ruins.

The original complex of plumbing has been broken, covered with stained metal surfaces, and potholes everywhere.

In fact, even if this kind of thing is repaired, there is no way to use it. After all, smelting metal requires not only temperature, but also pressure!

The boiler, covered in hidden wounds, probably couldn't bear the pressure of the original design: if it is used to smelt the original metal, it is estimated that it will probably explode.

At that time, it will not be bombed by others, but your own boiler will explode, and all those bombed will be your own people...

These workers did not dare to say these things, because they were also afraid that they would be killed by the high-level demons, or they would simply lose their jobs.

After all, repairing these rags here will give you some food every few days. If he becomes a useless cripple, he will probably be dragged to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

In recent days, this kind of thing has happened more and more frequently: every day in the city, workers and civilians are taken away, armed as soldiers, given a long gun or a long sword at will, and they don’t even train. was sent out of the city.

All the young and strong who are useless are either sent to the city wall to serve as city guards, or are sent directly to the farther front as supplementary soldiers.

Everyone had a premonition that these people would never come back... They would die tragically on the front line, turning into corpses that no one cares about.

They weren't just guessing, because just looking at the undisposed corpses on the ground that had begun to smell, they probably knew what the front line looked like!

Countless people died in that unprecedented bombing, and there are still many craters that have not been filled.

As a city, or as a super-huge temple, the functions of Whithorns have basically been paralyzed, and the wisps of light smoke have not completely dissipated until now. The fire in the city was barely extinguished two days ago, and it was very difficult to find a source of drinking water.

Under the urging of the officer with the whip, the thin devil worker continued to move the gravel in front of him.

As he moved another stone, a dusty arm was revealed. Corpse spots had begun to appear on that arm, and an unpleasant smell came over his face.

The worker who was used to seeing corpses frowned, and then continued to touch the corpse. It was just a buried companion. Under the ruins, there were hundreds of such corpses...

The stone he moved was black with dried blood, hair and skin still stuck to it. It's only spring, maybe in summer, this disgusting thing will become even more disgusting.

"It's a pity..." He sighed. If it didn't rot, maybe it could be used to satisfy the hunger...