One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Ghosts in the Night

Accompanied by his shout, the speed at which the servant army formation in front of him moved forward became noticeably faster.

On the left side of these dense soldiers, a black golden eagle flag was hung on the outer wall of a collapsed magic tower with only half of it left. There, it is already the territory of the Alan Hill Empire!

The battle lasted from early morning to dusk, and the demon servant army of the Alan Hill Empire never stopped attacking.

One thousand after another they threw themselves into the Whethorlands in dense throngs of minion soldiers, in ways they had never imagined before.

These heavily armed demon soldiers never thought that one day they would dare to disobey the Eye of Magic, let alone that they would dare to charge into Withorlans with weapons and conquerors!

Because this is the most sacred place for demons, making loud noises here is an act of disrespect to the origin of magic.

If there is a lunatic running wild here, the servants of the gods will use the most cruel method to kill the lunatic, and then hang him on the city wall to dry.

But now, tens of thousands of demon soldiers are rampaging through the city with their craziest killings, holding their spears and swords high.

They captured one ruin after another, occupied one house after another, and killed the demons guarding it and fighting for the source of magic.

The demon soldiers in helmets and armor hang black eagle flags on one of the buildings that have not completely collapsed, using the most direct method to declare the sovereignty of these places!

"It's almost exhausted!" Putting down the telescope in his hand again, Heidi Canon said without any expression on his face: "It's time for our soldiers to appear! Let the soldiers get ready!"

"Follow orders! General!" An officer stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and walked to the walkie-talkie, grabbed the receiver: "Ready to attack!"

In a remnant building on the edge of the city where the eagle flag has been hung, the infantry of the Alan Hill Empire are sorting out their equipment.

A human soldier is checking his automatic rifle. The heavy 10mm assault rifle is very light under the operation of his exoskeleton arm, and every part is well lubricated.

He pulled the bolt, inspected the chamber, and inserted a loaded magazine into the rifle.

The comrades beside him stuffed magazines one after another into their backpacks,

The comrade-in-arms opposite him was painting his face with dark green paint at this moment.

"After sunset! It's our turn to attack!" An officer walked into the building, glanced at his men who were preparing weapons and ammunition, and shouted loudly: "I hope you are ready."

"I hope those demons are ready...ready to face death!" Burison, the deputy battalion commander, sneered and inserted a dagger that was shining coldly into the scabbard on the side of his calf.

In the distance, the sunset, which had turned crimson, had begun to sink into the horizon, and the light in the sky became very, very dim.

Those two special moons, one in front of the other, emitted a soft and bright light, making the whole sky reflect a light gray light.

"Check the equipment!" He stood up, picked up the helmet in front of him, and connected it to the mechanical spine behind his head.

After getting the support, the heavy helmet was naturally buckled down and put on Burrison's head.

The thick visor covered Burrison's face with the faint sound of motor rolling, and then the panoramic display illuminated Burrison's face.

"The system has detected insufficient visibility! The system has detected insufficient visibility!" The starting computer immediately sounded an alarm tone.

Immediately afterwards, with the echo of the alarm sound, the computer sound sounded again: "The auxiliary equipment is working, and the low-light night vision system is activated!"

All the scenes in front of Burrison's eyes turned green, and with that, the outlines of these scenes became clear.

The sun in the distance has long since sunk into the earth, and everything around has become dim, but the display inside Burrison's mask still clearly provides all the surrounding scenes.

"Let's go!" He raised his weapon and took a step. All the soldiers in front of him raised their weapons, pushed open the gate, and walked out of the building.

Outside the building, the soldiers who were already on standby gave simple salutes to Burrison. The Irish heavy grenadiers went into battle on the first night of the Battle of Whithorns.

They are ghosts in the night, they are troops like vampires. Night is their best camouflage, and darkness is their camouflage.

Although they were wearing heavy armor, their footsteps were still light. In the already dark night, they spread out along the street like ghosts and ghosts, and disappeared in the silent city of Welthorlands.

When these shadows passed by, the servant soldiers stationed in the ruins discovered the shadows passing by them.

The startled soldiers were just about to blow their horns when they saw the certificates being held up in front of them. Only at this time did they know that these ghosts in the dark night were human soldiers on missions.

A surviving house was full of wounded demon defenders. The demon soldiers who had worked hard all day leaned against the wall and closed their eyes wearily.

With great difficulty, the demon servants on the opposite side stopped attacking. Holding their weapons, these demons immediately fell into a sweet dream.

A demon standing guard looked at the dark distance, his tiredness made him close his eyes from time to time. But perseverance kept him going, and he didn't fall asleep on such a quiet night.

"Those damned bastards have betrayed their beliefs. Tomorrow we will let them know about the power of magic!" Two patrolling soldiers passed by not far away, one of them said to the other.

"You're right! We should let them know how powerful we are!" Another soldier nodded, and his words could float far away in an exceptionally quiet evening.

Just where they passed, in a dark corner, suddenly, a dark green lens emitted a faint light like a ghost.

A few seconds later, a pair of devil's boots were dragged into the darkness, and the devil soldier who was standing on the edge of the house just now had disappeared.

There was only a pool of black blood on the ground, and no one would notice it on this blood-stained night...

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