Four Hundred and Seventy Five

"Ka, ka..." Amongst the ruins and wreckage, a crack suddenly appeared on the black blood-dried ground.

The crack grew bigger and bigger, and finally shattered from the inside suddenly, revealing an arm covered in black blood.

The second prince Saluchis finally crawled out from the ruins of the city where he was buried, his whole body covered in scars in a terrible state of distress.

He has supported himself up to now with his strong magical energy, but even if he is as strong as him, he is already extremely weak at this moment.

Panting heavily, breathing in the fresh air around him, this unbelievably powerful demon, whose vitality was as tenacious as a cockroach, finally survived.

After finally breaking free from the tunnel he dug, his body was already extremely unstable. He was created by the source of magic, and his current situation is basically exhausted.

"What's that? What's that!" As soon as he climbed out, Saluchis immediately asked loudly with a desperate roar, without caring about anything else. He couldn't think of anything else now, but his mind was full of the last horrible sight he had seen.

The demon's city was collapsing and destroying, and within his sight, the soaring explosion made people despair.

That is definitely a scene of the end of the world. Anyone who sees this scene will be extremely desperate for their future.

Countless demons were lifted into the air, and countless demons evaporated in the scorching energy in despair before they even had time to shout.

The spreading energy devours everything around it, and the magic defense barrier is simply vulnerable to this level of attack.

The magic and power that the devil is proud of, its invincible quantity and strength, are like child's play in the face of this kind of attack.

In just a moment, Sarushis, who had experienced this feeling, re-acquainted with his enemy: a country called Alan Hill...

However, it was too late, he knew that he should pay for his mistakes, and he also knew that his younger brother Sa Lukes had not lied to him.

This enemy was really stronger than the elves, and he underestimated the enemy—if he could accept some Saruks' suggestions, he might not be so severely injured now.

In fact, his own injuries were beyond repair. Even though his body was carefully crafted for him by the source of magic, it can almost be said to be a steel-like existence.

However, such a body still couldn't stop those powerful forces. He could feel his soul blurring and his body dissipating.

"I'm sorry, brother, I underestimated the enemy...you are able to deal with such an enemy for such a long time, you are stronger than me...powerful." Black blood flowed from the corner of Saluchis's mouth, making his fair face even paler.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Origin of Magic... I can't complete the order you gave me... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..." He murmured in his mouth as he lay down beside the tunnel he dug.

Then, this powerful prince who had an incomparably lofty status in the demon army just closed his eyes and couldn't breathe anymore.

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"Death is not a pity! He is simply a pity to die! Hundreds of thousands of troops! An elite army composed of tens of thousands of demon generals! He was wiped out by the nuclear bomb of Alan Hill! He is dead? What is the use of his death? Saruks smashed everything he could see into pieces, then gritted his teeth with a gloomy expression.

His current situation is really very bad, because he was a soldier who indulged himself before, and started to plunder humans in an all-round way.

The mask has been torn off, and the illusion of friendship between demons and humans has been completely destroyed. The current demons and humans are almost irreconcilable, and under such circumstances, Saruks' only reliance is the Saruxis troops who came from afar.

But now, Saluchis' army is completely finished, and it will take at least a few months for this army to regain its strength.

But it's a pity that Saroux doesn't have so much time to wait.

In front of him, Alan Hill's troops had already crossed the crash area of ​​Vatican, and the opponent's reconnaissance troops had already reached the north bank of the Franno River.

This place is very close to Boyost where he is. If Alan Hill's troops cross the river, the demon troops under his command will hardly be able to resist.

Unless...he crashed another demon city in his hand, his last bargaining chip - Noraxon, onto the enemy's head!

Only in this way can he organize the pace of Alan Hill going south again, and even cause a large-scale damage to Alan Hill!

If Noraxon crashes uncontrollably, at least Alan Hill can lose about 200,000 troops, provided that he sends Noraxon close enough to the human troops.

For him, this is a risky approach in itself: once it enters the radar alert range of Alan Hill, Nolaxon may be discovered, and human nuclear bombs may be launched to attack this behemoth!

And if you want to ensure that Noraxon will crash successfully and drag 100,000 human troops into the water, you need to use the new magic he developed, the super magic called space barrier!

This is a paradox, because it will take at least a few months to manufacture and install that kind of space magic device on Nolaxon—it just so happens that what Saruks lacks now is time!

"Can he die if he doesn't underestimate the enemy? He's a bastard! I clearly warned him!" Some things only feel heartache when they are lost. Saruks now has this feeling.

Although he hates his so-called elder brother, because the devil prince does not have gender, so this elder brother still needs to be "brother" in quotation marks. This "brother" who has been stronger than him since he was a child has always been his demon and target.

Now that this person is dead, he can feel the energy of Saruxis dissipating on the other side of the distant world—Saruxis is laughing wildly while crying.

A complicated mood spread from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't even know whether he should be sad, or whether he should be angry.

"Your Highness! Now we can only rely on ourselves! The current situation of the Bamehir Empire has been corrupted to the extreme... Why don't we retreat to the southern kingdom!" one of his generals suggested.

"The king of the southern kingdom is not an idiot...he has heard about the current situation of the Bamehir Empire. Do you think he will welcome us there?" Prince Saroux glanced at his subordinates and questioned road.

"They don't welcome them, so we'll fight in..." The demon general continued, his voice full of encouragement and coldness.

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Long Ling really has a bad cold, hoarse voice, low fever, cough, and now in a bottle every day... I have to update the compression and reduce it, and reply when I get better, everyone forgive me.

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