Chapter 315: Work Is Like This

demon.

The devil with pointy ears.

It was they who invaded his home, commanded monsters, and destroyed his life with weapons.

His life should have been like that of an ordinary person, inheriting his parents' land and then marrying a girl from the same village, living a stable and ordinary life.

The recruit took a deep breath and pulled out the rune sword. The lines on the sword flickered as if they were going to go out at any moment.

Unbeatable.

Every organ in his body was telling him to run.

He is just a farmer's child who has never fought with others, and has no need to fight with others.

The other party was wearing exquisite armor that he had never seen before. The hollows and hooks were comparable to the most noble knight he had ever seen. The handsome face was like a marble relief he had seen in a church.

"Come on, as long as you can hurt me, I will let you go."

The imperial soldiers surrounding the high elves dispersed, leaving a arena for them to maneuver around.

The Imperial soldiers knew that this was entertainment time for the Elf noble who led them.

The recruit raised his sword, his past experience of slashing wood revived. He was not a god, nor was he a genius.

If there really is a God of War.

Block, counterattack,

If there is any goddess.

Rhythm, left, right, left...left, right, left...

If there is a god.

Please protect me.

The recruit takes a step forward, turns from an overhand grip to an underhand grip, and takes a long stride.

Exchanging injury for injury.

"It's a creative shot, but your body limits what you can do."

human beings.

The high elf looked at the human in front of him who wanted to hurt himself, but his entire arm was almost cut off by his ceremonial sword.

His weapon is not the broken weapon in his hand that has been through countless hands.

The game is almost done.

"I must have hurt you."

The recruit used a broken sword to support himself and stand up. He grinned and looked at the bloodshot eyes that suddenly bloomed on the high elf's face.

"Devil...come on, I don't expect you to let me go either."

The high elf smiled and lowered the ceremonial sword in his hand, ready to kill this inferior human who dared to hurt himself.

Some humans have mastered magic and want to be on an equal footing with those who are born with magic.

He was also forced to serve as the commander of this human brigade.

What a lowly breed, the mere smell of them makes me sick.

If the empire didn't need more people to help rule an increasingly large territory, how could the empire attract so many humans to join.

He can kill these humans who have not yet joined the empire's territory, and no one will care about him.

"What a shame."

The recruit didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in the high elf's words. He realized that something was wrong.

The surroundings were too quiet, and the original yells, screams, and noises all disappeared.

He looked at the 'human beings' standing on the roof. Their heads had two sharp corners illuminated by the faint firelight. It's not a demonic slender horn, it's as soft as the outstretched ear tips of cats and canines, and it trembles from time to time.

One of them set his sights on him and made a 'quiet' gesture towards him.

Behind these 'human beings', he saw a star, a blue star that was gradually enlarging, gradually approaching them.

The recruit smiled bitterly. Is it really possible for a person to see hallucinations before death?

The high elf raised the ceremonial sword in his hand, and white light condensed on the sword's edge. The recruits knew that the other party was serious this time.

The recruit couldn't lift the sword anyway, so if the opponent focused all their attention on him, they would ignore the hidden veteran.

The expected death did not come, and blood dripped from mid-air to the tip of his nose, to his broken sword, and to the ground.

What followed was the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

The high elf and his armor were grabbed by the steamer with his left hand. The flesh and armor were crushed under the hydraulic pressure. The steamer crushed him and threw him aside like garbage.

High-risk targets have been cleared.

The recruit's eyes fell on the blood dripping on the ground. It was obvious that these elves were flowing with blood that was not blue.

No one noticed when this tall shadow walked near their team.

Deadly crossbow bolts fell from the rooftops, piercing the lungs of Imperial soldiers before they could even make a sound, completely silencing them.

The recruit looked at the steel creation that stopped in front of him. Its body was completely made of iron gray and brass, and its square right arm like a lance flashed with sparks representing lightning.

"Are you the messengers of God?"

He fell to his knees, dug his sword into the soil, and coughed up a stream of blood onto the ground.

The steamer soldier stretched out his hand and gently pushed aside the recruit standing in front of him, and moved his crystal observation pupils away from the recruit's body.

That's not its goal.

The patrolling armored troll set his sights on the shapeless elf that was crushed on the ground, howling and using his small brain to come to a conclusion.

The gun-shaped arc generator on the right arm was pressurized by steam for a short period of time, and penetrated directly into the body of the attacking troll like a bullet. The dazzling blue light poured into the monster's body along the edge of the spear.

What the recruits saw was that the invincible troll was killed with one blow.

There is another one, the steamer's flashing observation module locks the target.

Three gunshots caused the armored troll's hammer blow that was supposed to be aimed at the steam engine soldier to deflect to the other side.

The recruit looked at the rooftop. Those people with ears were holding weapons that were the same as the invaders but different from them. The invaders' weapons made no obvious sound when they fired.

But there was no way to penetrate the arm of the armored troll and force it to change its attack direction.

As it stumbled, it sent the unprotected part of its body to the steam soldier.

The troll's small brain was caught in the hand of the steam soldier, and it crushed the troll's head along with its helmet like it crushed the high elf.

The steam soldier looked around indifferently and raised his body so that the recruit could see the spinning gears and the pipes that were relieving pressure behind him - and the steam engine that was providing power for the entire body.

"Ka... Hu..."

Thick white smoke spewed out of its body with a burning smell that the recruit couldn't explain.

It was a bit more choking than the cigarettes that the veteran usually smoked, but it also diluted the bloody smell nearby.

It smelled really bad.

Its sound was almost hidden by the burning houses around it, and the cheers and singing of the invaders.

But he... at least they survived today.

The recruit turned around and wanted to take a look at the firewood pile where the veteran was.

Soldiers holding iron-gray long-pole rifles quickly passed by the recruits, and they formed small teams to quickly follow the footsteps of the steam engine soldiers in front. The gray-clothed soldiers moved in a uniform and silent manner, and the recruits could not hear any sound other than the footsteps and the friction of cloth.

The gray-clothed soldiers did not even look at him. An officer whose clothes were indistinguishable from those of others threw him a roll of snow-white gauze and then returned to the marching team.

The only one who was interested in him was the half-human-high giant spiders that hissed at their feet and marched with the soldiers. They occasionally stopped to look at themselves, the loser.

The recruits suddenly understood why the invaders were so afraid of the dark, and they were willing to launch an attack before sunset at the risk of casualties.

This was probably their most wrong decision.

One hour, one hour was enough to do something.

Enough for the fleet in the sky to land and release its own ship-borne troops in the shadows.

The night is the best cover, hiding the shadow of the floating ship's movement.

When can the attack be launched?

When the enemy is exhausted in the offensive war and dragged into a night siege.

Or when the enemy relaxes all vigilance after the battle and begins to harvest their own spoils after the war.

The natives did not do the first point, so they can only follow the second plan.

The fleet is in the sky, overlooking the earth from the depths of the clouds, waiting until night falls.