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

Until now, she couldn't be sure that she had won, even if an officer sent a telegram stating that Chris had confirmed that the Magical Origin had been defeated.

The heart that was originally tense was still tense, as long as she looked at the still huge magical energy mass not far away, she couldn't let go.

The Dragon Emperor didn't seem to be far away, because he didn't know if the news from the Ranhil Empire was true or not.

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

So, they didn't mean to leave, and Vivien needed to rest now, so she stayed where she was.

But fortunately, there are sky battleships, and it is much more comfortable to be able to lie on the sky battleship than on the front line. No matter how hard and simple they are, at least they have their own cabins, separate toilets, and even lobsters for lunch.

In this battle, His Majesty the Emperor of the Orchid Hill Empire lost three god puppet clones, which was also something that Andrea was a little ashamed of.

She traveled thousands of miles to the front line to fight, and as a result, her man lost a third of his mental power before he barely defeated his opponent.

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

is indeed just a martial arts master, and today's war has already changed its model. The brutal slaughter turned into a refined slaughter, the level of bloodiness did not change, but the loss became a burden borne by the losing side itself.

Vaglon is mobilizing troops to besiege Witholands, Madias is busy mitigating the losses of the fortress of Brokland, and Heidi Cannon is storming Witholands at all costs.

As for the rest of the Demon Realm, it doesn't matter anymore. As long as this place is taken, the rest of the territory will be decided.

"Her Royal Highness." An officer of the female elf clan walked in with a dinner plate, and inside the plate was carefully prepared food: "It's time for lunch. ”

"Put it there." Looking at the saber hanging on the wall, Andrea felt more and more useless.

In the war against the demonic hordes pouring out of the Magic Eye, she loses. As a result, in the war against the demon world, she was once again embarrassed.

The battle against the origin of magic has ruined the dignity of her master. As soon as she closed her eyes, she remembered the terrible process clearly.

"It's a shame." Andrea let out a sigh of relief and gave herself a pathetic assessment.

"What did you say?" The officer of the female elf clan, who had just put down the plate, heard the voice of Her Royal Highness the Imperial Concubine and hurriedly asked.

"Nothing." Andrea sighed again in embarrassment, shook her head and replied. She was irritable and didn't know what to say, perhaps because she felt that even if she wanted to speak, she shouldn't complain about anything with the female officer in front of her.

"Marshal Wagron asked me to tell you about the state of the war...... General Heidi Canon's armored forces have entered the city to fight, they have captured most of the blocks in the industrial area, and they are approaching the temple area. The female officer saw that Andrea had no intention of driving her out, and hurriedly said some good news.

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

She had rarely been 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 pushed open the door, she didn't even want to sit up and deal with it—the dignity of the strong had been broken, and she was very hurt.

While Andrea's self-esteem was frustrated, Heidi Canon's attack was unusually smooth. Ever since the most elite armored units of the Elanhill Empire entered the war zone, the battle has been out of the control of any demon defenders.

That's not a force that can be controlled at all!

If the demon servants of the Irlanhill Empire are still within the range of the demon defenders, then the elite infantry of the Irlanhill Empire, armed to the teeth, can already easily torture and kill the demon defenders.

And at this moment, the armored troops of the Iran Hill Empire who have entered the battlefield are things of another dimension, and they are not in the scope of the demon defenders' cognition at all.

When the tall steel giants were seen walking through the streets without being able to shoot their guns, easily picking up a demon from the ruins, and then twisting the demon's body, the intensity of the battle dropped several notches.

The demon forces that were still resisting immediately split into two factions, one of which kept kneeling and surrendering, hoping to be forgiven. The other faction turned and ran, not even looking back.

Wearing powered exoskeletons, the Ellan Hill Empire's heavy armoured grenadiers soon captured the last of the Demon Factories in ruins, where they hoisted their flags and marched towards the Demon Temple.

Loud singing echoed through the sky, and the demonic forces guarding the temple drew their swords and rallied into a phalanx, opposite them several heavily armored grenadiers of the Irranhill Empire with weapons in their hands.

Then a frenzied slaughter began. The bullets fired by the 10mm caliber assault rifle have a very terrifying penetrating ability, and in just a moment, there are not many demons who can continue to stand on the battlefield.

Then a few of the Iran Hill Empire heavy armoured grenadiers, who grinned and licked their lips, turned into demons and rushed into the herd of lambs.

They drew their swords from their waists, and as the magic wrapped around their blades, the demons knew they were facing a different foe than the one before them.

Before they could escape, they were cut to the ground. Those demon officers who could barely use magic were also blessed by the powerful power of the other party, and they became the ghosts of the sword one after another.

As the heavily armored grenadiers kept moving forward, the demonic forces stationed inside the temple began to retreat non-stop.

They pushed up the long staircase strewn with craters and rubble, leaving dozens of corpses on the staircase, and were finally pressed back inside the temple gates by the humans.

In the Demon Temple, which was still stubborn and had 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 cut these fools in two.

Black blood sprayed on the walls, in the discarded pools of blood, flowing along the crevices of the filthy floor tiles, eventually pooling and drying up, solidifying in corpses or ravines beside the walls.