One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-Two Holidays

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An old demonic officer looked up at the somewhat gray sky, where there was a mass of calm and pure magical energy.

He squinted his eyes, as if he was looking at his own future, but it was a pity that the magical energy that once filled him with hope of victory had shrunk by a large circle.

"We're done." He looked at the young demons behind him. Some of these demon soldiers were holding long swords, some were holding long guns, and a few were carrying an old 98K rifle.

It's like a dilapidated pirate team, they don't even have neat weapons and good armor.

The weather was no longer cold, so the whole street was filled with the stench of rotting corpses. This place is like hell, every corner is filled with the despair of death.

Fat rats, as long as a human arm, clustered in the crevices of the ruins, their tails entwined in the eye sockets of the tusked skeletons.

Because there are no hunters like demon dogs, these animals that could only live in caves have now begun to act unscrupulously.

There were demon soldiers who used these rats as food to satisfy their hunger, but after the war was completely corrupted, these demon soldiers had no energy to deal with these low-level animals that reproduced so fast.

As a result, these originally thin and now fat animals wreaked havoc in this place that could no longer be called a city, and even before the wounded soldiers were completely dead, they gathered around and began to eat the black flesh and blood.

The attack of the Alan Hill Empire slowed down a few days ago, the attack on the two wings surrounding the city seemed to have stopped, and the large-scale battle completely disappeared.

The occasional sporadic attacks are also locally launched for reasons such as resting the defense line, and the scale of the attack is very limited.

It is precisely because of this that the remaining demon defenders in the dilapidated city of Withollands can survive until now.

"My lord...it has been more than ten days, and the great source of magic...is still silent." A young demon said desperately.

They have been looking forward to, hoping that the source of magic can return to the battle, leading them to reverse the defeat and move towards victory.

Unfortunately, as time goes on, this war seems to be more and more hopeless. The magic group made by the magic source representing hope,

It has shrunk to half its original size.

Seeing it, it was about to disappear, and at the same time disappearing, there was also the last hope of the demon defenders.

"Alas... we have no hope for a long time." The old demon shook his head depressedly, and said to the demons behind him: "If the source of magic can come back, he should have come back long ago."

They tried to keep fighting, but the brutal battle destroyed what little fighting spirit they had left.

That is not a terrifying opponent that flesh and blood can challenge. Humans don't need to fight at all, just those demon servants are scary enough.

The opponent has a large number of people and excellent weapons. They can replenish their troops at any time, and they have more nutrition, so their bodies are stronger.

As experienced veterans fight less and less, the opponent's veterans fight more and more, and the battle has begun to show a one-sided situation. Worry-free novel network

Of course, they also tried to surrender, but unfortunately the other party seemed unwilling to accept them as prisoners at all.

Regardless of whether they want to put down their weapons, the opponent will raise the butcher knife. These demon defenders finally realized how desperate their enemies, those poor enemy civilians who were invaded by them, were when they were slaughtered.

Since surrender is death, and non-surrender is death, they can only fight on. At least holding a long sword in his hand is better than kneeling on the ground to die.

Now they are poor and only the so-called dignity is left. If they give up their dignity, there really is nothing left.

Dignity, in the previous understanding of the demons, was just a ridiculous word, but when they lost the hope of life, the encouragement of victory, and the comfort of killing, they could only think of such a ridiculous word.

For all the demon defenders who are still in Welthorlands, this is a bittersweet ending.

"Wow..." A piece of colored paper suddenly scattered in the sky, as beautiful as fireworks before the banquet.

These rectangular pieces of colored paper drifted away with the wind, falling little by little on the ruins, on the ground, on the bones, on the corpses, and on the black dried blood.

As soon as the old devil officer stretched out his hand, he pinched a piece of soft pink paper that fell from the air. He looked at the words on it curiously, then suddenly his eyes widened.

Nothing esoteric was written on the pink paper, it just said that the origin of magic had been defeated, and the demons should surrender immediately. The above also gave a promise that as long as they disarm and surrender, they can survive.

"...We... can finally surrender." The old devil seemed to have lost all his strength, and sat down on a piece of gravel behind him, with a wry smile of relief written all over his face.

Behind him, those demon soldiers who also received this leaflet were also thankful that they had waited until the final relief.

Those soldiers who were stronger and more experienced than them had all died in battle among the ruins that could not be seen at a glance.

Every night, in their exhausted sleep, they could clearly dream of endless shelling and bombing, as well as the deafening roar of tank engines.

The machine gun creaked like a saw, and the flamethrower whirred horribly. Even the sudden sound of a sniper's gunfire echoing in the sky made them shudder.

The days like this are finally over, and they can finally not worry about waking up one day and having their throats cut, and they don't have to worry about crying and looking for their arms after the explosion.

"Find out the white sheet we found earlier." Holding the pink leaflet in his hand, the old devil ordered to his subordinates.

A few demons with immature faces hurriedly ran towards a more than half collapsed building not far behind.

They have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now they can finally surrender, which is a great thing.

While running back, they shouted to the civilians around them: "We can surrender! We can surrender! Hahaha! We can finally surrender!"

As if it was a festival, this kind of happy mood spread all of a sudden, making everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

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