Five Hundred and Ten Life Under the Butcher's Knife

"Devil Air Force!" A soldier held the Mauser 98K rifle in his hand, pointed the muzzle at the sky, and loudly reminded his companions around him.

His shout made several soldiers look up to the sky, and those terrifying monsters were swooping down. They were huge and looked like single-engine piston fighter jets.

"Boom!" There was a gunshot, and the soldier with the weapon fired a bullet, but the demon bats charging towards him did not dodge. After all, their huge bodies gave them a lot of resistance .

Getting hit by a bullet obviously isn't going to make a giant demon bat flinch. After being injured, this kind of monster became more ferocious, making strange noises, and crashed into the city full of humans.

On the mouse-like face, the bristle-like hair exudes a stench, and the pale yellow fangs in the bloody mouth make people sick.

In just an instant, the swooping demon bat tore apart the body of a soldier in armor. Before the soldier had time to struggle, he was torn in two by a huge force.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned by the sight in front of them. They had never seen such a terrifying monster—to be honest, as a mortal country, ninety-nine percent of the soldiers in the Southern Kingdom would not even have dragon knights in their lives. Haven't seen anything high end.

The demonic bat with teeth and claws flapped its wings on the city wall, and its sharp claws threw away the human soldiers who were brave enough to fight back.

Even though they were equipped with long spears, the guards on the top of the city still couldn't kill these huge monsters in the first place. They fought back hard, but failed desperately time and time again.

The battle on the wall is still going on, but the organized resistance is being broken by the demons. There were shouts and desperate cries everywhere, and it was only a matter of time before the demons were victorious.

At the same time, in the direction of the port, a huge steel warship smashed into the temporary dock made of wood. The battleship was full of heavily armed demons, holding high spears as secret as a forest, and shouting slogans that made people's scalp tingle.

Following an order, these demons jumped off the side of the battleship, and then quickly assembled into a square team on the pier where there were not many human soldiers.

The human troops originally deployed here have already suffered heavy losses, and the rest are either defeated or can only defend in some fortifications to resist.

There is thick smoke from being hit by magic cannons everywhere, scattered supplies and discarded armor and swords everywhere.

The demon warriors stepped on the human corpses and approached the low city wall on the dock side step by step. The apparently insufficient number of soldiers on the city wall is nervously firing back with the few remaining artillery pieces.

"Let us go! We are surrounded by demons!" A soldier knelt on the ground in despair, opened his hands and dropped his weapon, and shouted loudly at the demon soldiers who were approaching him.

Behind him, a few thin human beings curled up into a ball, crying and begging those vicious aliens: "We surrender! We support demons! Demons are friends of humans!"

"Forgive me! Forgive me! We are willing to be slaves... Please...don't kill me!" Seeing that the situation was over, an officer also threw away his weapon and begged for mercy at the demons.

"Look... I knew... these human beings will always have this virtue!" Standing on the bow of the battleship docked in the port, the demon general commanding the demon landing force crossed his arms,

Not without pride, he said to the people around him.

Standing beside him is another demon general, the general who commanded the demon navy fleet this time.

The demon sneered, looked at the humans who abandoned their weapons and surrendered, and said, "We have already torn faces with humans..."

"I know, of course I know..." The demon general commanding the landing force looked at his troops approaching those humans who had surrendered, and replied: "This attack, the order given to us by Prince Saroux is Take no prisoners."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon troops in the distance stabbed their weapons at the human soldiers kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness.

Those humans who had given up resisting were instantly knocked to the ground by the demons, and the screams of pain continued one after another, as if they would never stop.

Also standing on the low city wall in the distance, the hands of the human commander holding the weapon were trembling uncontrollably. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, watched those who surrendered were chopped into pieces, and desperately cheered up the soldiers around him: "Did you see? Surrendering... is also a dead end!"

As he shouted, the tallest building in the city, a clock tower that was lucky not to be destroyed by the shells of Alan Hill last time, finally collapsed under the push of the demon bat.

Some demonic bats gave up attacking the city wall, crossed the crumbling defense line of human soldiers, and landed in the city streets full of refugees.

They seemed to be very hungry, and as soon as they landed, they began to bite and devour the unarmed civilians.

A young mother holding her child was pierced by the claws of a demon bat together; a young man with a weapon was bitten off his head before he could slash; an old man hiding in a building was hooked by sharp claws When he came out, he died on the street with his intestines pierced and his belly rotten.

And in these tragic scenes, on the distant city wall, the small city gate that let people pass through was smashed into pieces. The demon warriors with huge war hammers rushed into the city howling, and swept the soldiers guarding the city gate to the ground one by one.

The archers standing on the high ground were originally ordered to deal with the demon air force, but they only fired two bows and arrows, and found that the city gate under their feet had been lost. They used bows and arrows to shoot at the demons rushing into the city gate, but they themselves were bitten by the swooping demon bats, and flew directly into the sky.

Amidst all the chaos, a huge figure descended from the sky, opened a mouth that was bigger than a devil bat, full of sharp teeth, and spewed out a black flame with extremely high temperature.

The devil's dragon army has joined the battlefield, and the human army is simply incapable of fighting such a terrifying monster. Those soldiers in armor would be vaporized by the black flames that were spewed out before they could escape in time.

This is actually what a real human army looks like against a magic army. This is the most normal battle in this world.

Helpless, he could only watch his opponent slaughter him. Standing on the city wall, protected by many soldiers, Earl Roysaac, who was safe for a while, looked at the city that was already full of smoldering flames in the distance, and at the road in the city. The demon dragon raging inside closed his eyes in despair.

No matter how he directs now, he can no longer save the city. In just one hour, the brightest pearl of the southern kingdom in the past, Shakburn, a well-known seaport in the southern region, will be turned into a dead city!

There will be no more life here, no more shit civilization or splendor to speak of. Soon, death will cover everything, and there will be nothing left here but ruins and rubble!

"It's over..." The old count shook his head and sighed sadly, "No matter which side we stand on, we are doomed to perish... Maybe this is the tragedy of a small country."

The officer standing beside him looked at the surrounding demon soldiers, and drew out the long sword around his waist in despair: "Arrange! Spear forward!"

Accompanied by his shouts, the soldiers in the first row were already shattered under the demon's giant axe and broadsword.

On the city wall, as the formation collapsed, the human troops lost the advantage of being covered by the city wall, and soon became lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Those who put down their weapons and begged for surrender were hacked to death, and those who fought to the end were hacked to death. No matter what they did, the only thing waiting for them was death.

Roysaac looked around the battlefield where he was again, and he saw countless demon dogs pouring into the city on the ruins of the collapsed city wall; he saw that the demon troops on the city wall were already densely packed, but humans began to become scarce; He saw the battle flag of the southern kingdom slowly falling, covering the body of his captain of the guards.

Then, he saw a rusty long sword falling down, getting closer and closer to his face.

In the next second, he seemed to hear the sound of his skull being smashed, and then he felt the call of God.

"This is my trophy!" With a little force, Earl Roysaac's head was twisted off, and a demon soldier raised a long sword full of blood, with a head embedded in the blade hanging on it .

"Kill all human beings! Kill all human beings!" The surrounding demons raised their weapons one after another, loudly celebrating this great victory that belonged to them.

At their feet, human soldiers in armor were lying. These people were still alive a few minutes ago.

On another section of the city wall, the few remaining human soldiers saw their commander's battle flag being cut down, and they all saw demon soldiers crowding the top of the city over there.

The leading officer wiped the sweat mixed with blood on his face with his hand, leaned on the long sword in his hand panting, looked at the magic dragon that had burned the whole block in the distance, and shouted with all his strength: : "Fight with them! Fight to the death!"

No one answered him, because the soldiers had run out of strength to shout. They just held the long spears in their hands, held up the heavy shields, and faced more and more enemies mechanically, who could not be killed no matter how hard they were, and could not be defeated no matter how hard they fought.

At their feet, among the desperate civilians, a woman cried hysterically. Because of too much force, her tone was as bleak as a ghost: "Who will save us? Save my child!"

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