One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Six Self-Esteem

Andrea lay on a comfortable camp bed, feeling that she hadn't been so physically and mentally exhausted in a thousand years.

Up to now, she has no way to be sure that she has won, even if an officer sent a telegram, the content of the telegram is that Chris has confirmed that the source of magic has been defeated.

Her originally tense heart was still tense, as long as she looked at the still huge magic energy group not far away, she couldn't let go.

The Dragon King didn't seem to be far away, because he didn't know whether the news from the Alan Hill Empire was true or not.

He couldn't believe that a battle in the Demon Realm ended with a victory far away in the Magic Continent.

Ever since, none of them intended to leave. Vivienne also needed to rest now, so she just stayed where she was.

Fortunately, there is a sky warship, and being able to lie on the sky warship is much more comfortable than being on the front line. No matter how hard and simple they are, at least they have independent cabins, independent bathrooms, and even lobster for lunch.

In this battle, His Majesty the Emperor of the Alan Hill Empire lost three god puppet avatars, which Andrea was somewhat ashamed of.

She traveled thousands of miles to the front line to fight, but in the end, her man lost a third of his spiritual power, and barely defeated his opponent.

The sense of shame made her unwilling to appear in front of those generals, and she also knew that in this situation, no one had time to talk to them "martial arts masters"...

It is true that he is only a master of martial arts. Today's war has already changed its mode. The brutal fight turned into an elegant slaughter, the bloodiness remained the same, but the loss became a burden that the loser had to bear.

Wagron is dispatching troops to encircle Werthorans, Medias is busy alleviating the loss of Burkeland Fortress, and Heidi Canon is storming Werthorns at all costs.

As for other places in the Devil Realm, it doesn't matter anymore. As long as this place is taken, the rest of the territory will be determined.

"His Royal Highness." A female elf officer walked in with a plate containing carefully prepared delicacies: "It's time for lunch."

"Put it there." Looking at the saber hanging on the wall with disinterest, Andrea felt that she was becoming more and more useless.

In the battle against the demonic army that poured out of the magic eye, she lost. As a result, in the war against the demon world, she was once again in a panic.

Facing the battle against the source of magic, her dignity as a master was completely destroyed. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could clearly recall that terrible process.

"Really, it's embarrassing." Andrea let out a sigh of relief, giving herself a sad evaluation.

"What did you say?" The female elf officer who had just put down the dinner plate asked hurriedly when she heard Her Royal Highness's voice.

"It's nothing." Andrea sighed again in embarrassment, shook her head and replied. She was irritable and didn't know what to say, maybe because she felt that even if she wanted to say something, she shouldn't complain to the female officer in front of her.

"Marshal Wagron asked me to tell you about the battle situation... General Heidi Canon's armored forces have entered the city to fight. They have captured most of the blocks in the industrial area and are approaching the temple area." The female officer looked at An Delia didn't mean to drive her out, and hurriedly said some good news.

"Really? That's really great." Andrea sat up from the bed perfunctorily.

She was rarely so rude in front of others before, and every time she saw someone, she was neatly dressed and graceful.

Now, when the person who brought in the food opened the door, she didn't even want to sit up and deal with it—the dignity of the strong was broken, which hurt her very much.

Just when Andrea's self-esteem was frustrated, Heidi Canon's offense was extremely smooth. Since the most elite armored troops of the Alan Hill Empire entered the battle zone, the battle has not been controlled by any demon defenders.

That is simply not a force that can be controlled!

If it is said that the demon servants of the Alan Hill Empire are still within the evenly matched range of the demon defenders,

The elite infantry of the Alan Hill Empire, armed to the teeth, can already easily kill the demon defenders.

At this moment, the armored soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire entering the battlefield are something from another dimension, which is not within the cognition range of the demon defenders at all.

After seeing those tall steel giants walking invulnerably on the streets, easily picking up a demon from the ruins, and then breaking the demon's body, the intensity of the battle dropped several levels.

The demon army that was still resisting immediately divided into two factions, and one faction kept kneeling and surrendering, hoping to be forgiven. The other faction turned and ran without even looking back.

Wearing powered exoskeletons, the heavy armored grenadiers of the Ellanhill Empire quickly occupied the last demon factory in ruins. After they hung their flags here, they marched towards the temple of demons.

The loud singing echoed in the sky, and the demon troops guarding the temple drew their swords and formed a phalanx. Opposite them were several heavy armored grenadiers of the Irish Empire with weapons.

Then, a frantic massacre began. The bullets fired by the 10mm caliber assault rifle have a terrifying penetration ability. In just a moment, there are not many demons who can continue to stand on the battlefield.

Then a few heavy armored grenadiers of the Ilanhill Empire who grinned and licked their lips turned into demons and rushed into a group of lambs.

They pulled out the long swords around their waists. When the magic was entwined on the blades, the demons knew that the enemies they were facing were completely different from their previous enemies.

Before they could escape, they were chopped down to the ground. Those demonic officers who barely know how to use magic have also become ghosts under the sword one after another under the blessing of the opponent's powerful power.

As these heavy armored grenadiers kept moving forward, the demon troops stationed in the temple began to retreat continuously.

They pushed up the long steps covered with bomb craters and rubble, and after leaving dozens of corpses on the steps, they were finally pushed back into the gate of the temple by those humans.

In the demon temple that was still stubborn and not collapsed, the demon defenders who had already lost ground shouted and rushed towards their opponents. And with a wave of their hand, their opponents chopped these stupid fools into two pieces.

The black blood was sprayed on the wall, sprayed in the blood pool that had been scrapped, flowed along the cracks of the dirty floor tiles, and finally dried up and coagulated in the corpse or the gully beside the wall.

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