One Thousand and Sixty-Eight Ants that No One Cares About

Unfortunately, fantasies are just fantasies. Most of the counterattack troops they relied on and had high hopes for were now prisoners of the Alan Hill Empire, squatting on the side of the road, eating bread and drinking mineral water!

"The great, almighty source of magic... Your brilliance will definitely shine on the demons, let our tribe defeat powerful enemies, and regain the glory of belonging to the demons!"

"I firmly believe in this! The short-term failure is just your test for us, and you are the truth itself!"

"From now on, you've only been talking about plans... What I want to hear is the actual battle situation!" Obviously, the source of magic is not a fatuous king, he is a god believed by demons! Gods are good at fooling others, but they themselves are not so easy to fool!

"...The great source of magic, the counterattack started two days ago, and it will take time for the news to reach here." The officer replied with his head bowed.

"We have magic communication equipment! There is also a magic dragon to deliver the news! After two days, is there no way to hear the victory on the front line?" The origin of magic is not easy to deceive, he sternly scolded the demon officer in front of him.

"The great source of magic! The enemy has interference means, and we can't keep in touch with the troops on the front line! So we don't know how the battle is going, so we can only wait patiently." The demon officer answered after considering his words.

"Boom!" While he was making up his reasoning, a bomb blasted through the thick magic defense barrier and landed directly on the open space in the middle of the temple.

The huge explosion caused the carved stone pillars in the courtyard to collapse, and even killed a demon guard standing in the courtyard.

The earth trembled under this guarantee, and the dust on many buildings was shaken off.

In the room where the source of magic is located, the vibration caused all the magic vessels to collide with each other, making a rattling sound.

All the bottles and jars were vibrating, and the sound made the source of magic even more irritable and angry: "Wait? Wait! You are all a bunch of waste! Waste!"

His voice became sharper, and it was no longer the kind of high-pitched and calm voice that could not hear the sadness and joy: "You let the enemy hit so close to the temple! You bunch of idiots! Do you have more success than failure? Used garbage!"

The ugly cursing sound echoed in the room, making the demon officer kneeling on the ground even more panicked.

After all, if the source of magic is not happy, he can crush a demon at any time, just as easily as crushing an ant.

"The great source of magic...we,

We are already doing our best... fighting the enemy as much as we can! He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lowered his head and said nervously.

"Do your best? What's the use of trying your best? I'll continue to wait for a few more days. Could it be that those damned humans are about to break into my temple and point their weapons at my head?" the source of magic growled sharply.

"The subordinates will definitely do their best to stop the enemy!" There was really nothing to say, so the demon officer could only bite the bullet and swear his loyalty.

It's just that no one cares about his loyalty now: the loyalty of the soldiers guarding the city wall and the gunners standing next to the anti-aircraft guns is infinitely close to zero. No matter how high the loyalty of a commander is, how high can it be? Woolen cloth?

The demon army that was once invincible has been destroyed with the failure of the four princes. Those powerful God Servant troops have also been completely lost now.

The Temple of the Servant of God had been destroyed in the last bombing, and many bombs hit the Temple just now, and it can almost be described as a ruin.

Fortunately, the God Servant troops that still exist, the source of magic has been transferred to the vicinity of his temple, so there is no way to send them out to perform combat missions.

No one believes in the origin of magic now, so he arranged the servant of God by his side as a kind of guard and defense.

Without the servants of the gods, the combat capability of the demon troops, which were originally supplementary soldiers, was even worse. It is thankful that they can barely maintain discipline.

"Boom!" Another bomb fell near the temple, and a section of the courtyard wall outside the temple was blown down.

The surrounding buildings began to collapse, and the rising smoke hit the magic defense barrier, as if hitting an invisible wall.

A tall magical tower came crashing down, like those huge chimneys that fall in the suburbs. Surprised yells from surrounding demons were drowned out by the detonation of another bomb.

After the earth shook and the mountains shook, the bombers of the Alan Hill Empire gradually went away, and Whithorans, who hadn't completely come out of the first bombing, was even more embarrassed now.

The black smoke left by the explosion is everywhere, and there are collapsed buildings and ruins everywhere. Corpses are everywhere, and there are desperate pictures everywhere.

The worker in the suburbs staggered and stood up from among the corpses. There was still dried black blood on his hands, and the corpse of the poor demon officer who was hit by shrapnel was still lying under his feet.

The parts factory around him was completely out of shape, and everything he was familiar with disappeared in the bombing.

In the dust, he stumbled forward. He tried hard to identify the direction, but was knocked dizzy by a demon passing by in a hurry.

There is no way, in this state, everyone becomes tense. There are also explosions everywhere, and it is normal for people to run around.

So the demon worker adjusted his posture, squinted and continued walking in the dust raised by the explosion. It was as if he was walking in a fog, with unknown gray dust in front of his eyes.

"An officer died here! Is there anyone! I have a...cough cough cough!" He yelled loudly in the smoke, hoping that someone would come to help him.

But it's a pity that no one cares about a poor, yelling demon worker in the ruins.

Some demons were fighting the fire not far away, others were erecting an anti-aircraft gun made in a rush to the street, and some demons were moving the corpses of some companions.

In short, everyone was busy, and some soldiers in armor hurried past the devil worker.

The dust raised by the explosion finally began to fall, and the surrounding air was no longer so turbid. Visibility recovered slightly, and then the devil worker saw that the entire city of Wetterhorns, not far away, seemed to be billowing with black smoke.

At this moment, he finally understood that in the face of such a disaster, his little character was just an ant that no one cared about.