One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty-Two Spurned Feelings

"Kill!" A ragged demon rushed towards the position of the Alan Hill Empire defenders with a long sword.

He leaped across the ruins with agility, and then fell to the ground after a sudden gunshot and did not move.

The mass of energy suspended in the sky not far away gave these demon defenders great courage. They were unable to hold on for a while, but now they have the strength to fight back.

Although only some fools who are not afraid of death rush out of the ruins where they are hiding at this time, and then launch a death-like charge towards the position of the attacking troops of the Alan Hill Empire, but this still proves one thing-the origin of magic is in this world Just how deep-rooted is his rule.

The demon soldiers stationed in the Witthollands industrial area competed with the attacking troops room by room, ruin by ruin, and had no intention of giving up their position at all.

Although the industrial area has become a real ruin, these demons have no intention of giving up.

After all, behind this industrial area is the famous Magic Temple! That is the resting place of the servants of the gods, and it cannot be given to anyone.

In fact, in this industrial area of ​​Witthollands, the sound of gunfire has become very sparse. Most of the time here is a hand-to-hand combat, ruin after ruin, because most of the battles are still between demons and demons.

A demon wearing heavy armor has just knocked down a demon defender hiding in a house, while a ragged demon sneak attacked and killed a demon servant in bright armor.

Both sides are fighting non-stop, as if only fighting can make them forget the terrifying and disturbing energy group above their heads.

"You... just wait! The great source of magic will kill you soon! It will avenge me!" A demon who fell on the ground and held his chest stared at the enemy who killed him and shouted loudly. While yelling, black blood kept gushing out from his mouth.

Until his death, he was sure that the gods he believed in could help him kill the damned enemies in front of him.

Such things are still happening in the corners of the battlefield, but the demon commanders in many positions are beginning to realize that things may not be good.

"The enemy's attack is increasing...they have mobilized more forces to attack us." A demon officer pushed aside the soldiers crowded in the basement corridor and said in front of his superior.

The old demon general with a rather unsightly complexion put on his armor, glanced at his most important subordinate, and said, "The news just sent us that the 10,000-strong team on our flank has collapsed. The gunshots have gradually died down. They are about to attack us."

"We should retreat...and join the people in the north..." the young officer persuaded worriedly.

"But the order we received before was to stick to this place no matter what." The old general said gloomily, "Before the great source of magic fought in person, the pressure on our side dropped sharply... Now he doesn't know why he stopped We can only find a way to stay here and buy enough time for him."

"My lord...under such circumstances, our remaining troops will not last long." The young officer knew his family's affairs, so of course he knew that such a defense would not last long at all.

They were originally a team of 10,000 people, responsible for stationing three nearby blocks, but when they had the most troops, there were only more than 2,000 people.

After shelling and bombing, they lost a large number of soldiers, and now they can only find less than 700 soldiers who can continue to fight.

Most of these soldiers only have long swords and some tattered armor, only a few dozen rifles, and even fewer bullets.

Even so, they have not received any supplies for two consecutive days. It seems that their superior troops have long forgotten that there is such a troop as them,

Food was not given, and bullets were not replenished.

They just stood on the ground with nothing, and the only reason they successfully defended the position was that the troops of the Alan Hill Empire had not yet attacked here.

It is not too much to describe this army as running out of ammunition and food. All they can do is to stay in the ruins and trenches, and wait for the enemy to come over, wasting a round of bullets from the opponent, or making the opponent work hard to attack. Cut a knife.

"Even if there are 600 demon dogs, they will have to kill them for a while, right? What's more, we are 600 fighters!" The old devil sighed, and then said, "Otherwise, what else can we do?"

"If we fight to the death now, at least when the source of magic wins, we still have a way to survive... But if we retreat now, no matter who wins, we will all die." He said as he handed it to the young officer A letter: "Give this to the commander stationed near the temple..."

"My lord!" The young officer knew that this was his superior giving him a chance to live on.

Sending a letter is not considered a deserter, so he can at least live for a while—this may be the last bit of care given to him by the old man in front of him.

"Don't talk about it! Although the task for you is relatively easy, you must be careful on the road. We don't know where the enemy has advanced. Those damn scouts of the enemy are very powerful!" The old general obviously didn't know the word sniper, so he just Those who are sneering can be referred to as familiar scouts in general.

In fact, this is also a common problem of many demons nowadays. They have been exposed to too many new things at once, so the amount of words is obviously not enough.

By interrogating a few captives who could not be less, some fresh vocabulary was spread among the demon's tribe.

They can already speak words such as automobiles, airplanes, and cannons proficiently, and even some high-level officials can speak professional words such as fighter jets and attack aircraft.

The young officer suddenly felt very wronged... really very wronged. In the past, they were noble, cunning, sinister and cruel existences, but now they have found the brilliance of humanity in themselves.

In the past they treated their enemies cruelly, and they were unwilling to show mercy to the lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They wouldn't feel sad even if their companion died.

They firmly believe that only the powerful beings in this world have the meaning of living, and they believe that the power imposed on them by the source of magic is the fundamental law of all.

However, when their beliefs began to collapse and their wars began to fail, they discovered sadly that they began to have feelings that they had spurned before.

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