"For His Majesty the Great Demon King! Today's battle, victory is just around the corner! A demonic officer drew his sword from his waist and shouted at the top of his lungs as he faced his neatly lined men.

In front of him, the demons in full armor covered their green-faced fangs with their visors, and then roared, holding their weapons high into the collapsed courtyard walls.

On the opposite side, the demon defenders, who also held their swords and shields high, used all their strength to block these enemies who rushed through the gaps in the wall, and then it was a bloody battle that was evenly matched.

The demons stationed on the core defense line are still somewhat different from the demon troops on the periphery, at least in terms of equipment, they look much better.

These demon defenders stationed on the ruins of a former steel mill can form an orderly phalanx, and they can also use ancient tactics to fight against the attacking demon servant army, and it is clear that they are an elite force.

Now, the two armies are strangled together, the demon servant army of the Irlanhill Empire relies on being well-equipped, while the opposing demon defenders rely on the courage of the dying struggle.

At this stage of the battle, it is basically a strangulation of flesh and blood like you slashing me and I slashing you.

What makes people feel sorry for the devil is that what the Irlanhill Empire wants is this kind of strangulation, this kind of crazy strangulation that is enough to destroy a generation.

What's more, with the support of sophisticated armor and equipment, the bloody battle between the demon servant army and the demon defender army is almost a state where you slash me once and I slash you dozens of times.

It's not so much a battle as a kind of venting for both sides of the war. As demons, it has been too long since they have fought like this according to their familiar appearance.

Inside the demon defender's formation, the demon officer at the head held his long sword high, and the blade shone with magical light.

His sword slashed down and slammed into the giant shield held by the demonic servants of the Ellanhill Empire in front of him, making a clattering sound.

The soldier beside the officer, who was pierced through his body by the sharp spear that came out of the gap in the shield, fell down with a scream.

The officer seized the pole of the spear and drew it out of the shield with a single force.

The other party obviously didn't intend to wrestle with this demon officer, so he directly gave up his weapon. The demon officer didn't expect the other party to give up this exquisite-looking spear so easily, and he took several steps back in embarrassment.

He retreated into his own formation, and the soldiers who stood in front of him were pierced through their bodies by more spears stabbing out of the shield array.

Black blood sprayed on the delicate shields of the Irlanhill Empire printed with the golden eagle emblem, and these shields formed a military formation like a city wall, slowly advancing to the sound of fierce drums.

Brave or desperate demon defenders used their bodies as meat shields, slamming into the thick shields, clutching the spears that pierced them with both hands.

The demon defenders swung their swords forward, stabbing their swords through the gaps in their shields, some of which were still shiny and others covered in the same black blood.

A shield soldier fell, and behind the heavy giant shield, another young demon strode forward with a shield. He didn't even glance down at the corpse at his feet, and behind him, the crowd of people stepping on the corpse was endless.

In the ruins in the distance, the young demonic officer who had passed by retreated to a safer position, and he arrived here with an adjutant, watching as the attacking army of the Irranhill Empire blocked his way.

"We can't get by...... An attack of this magnitude will certainly not be separated until it is dark. The young demon officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva, licked his parched lips with his tongue, and said to his adjutant.

"Let's go the other way, it's farther away, but at least it's safe." The adjutant was wearing only armor physically with two daggers stuck in his waist and a long sword in his hand.

The sword shimmered with a sharp cold light throughout, but it was simple and unadorned. It seems that this is the standard longsword of the Irlanhill Empire, and it is specially issued to the Demon Servant Army.

Demon defenders who have the ability will find a way to get themselves a weapon like this. After all, in such a cruel battlefield, relying on those rusty rags can't save your life.

So, unless the high-ranking officers have the ancestral magic sword, the rest of the demon defenders will try to find an enemy weapon as much as possible.

Because those who have used it know that these weapons forged in batches are very strong and very easy to use.

"Let's go......" The young demon officer, who knew that this side was completely unworkable, stood up and slapped the armor on his body twice: "Go back!" Since there is a fight on this side, we will let the old general lead people to attack from the flank, and then push back the enemy here first. ”

"Wonderful!" The adjutant's eyes lit up, and he said approvingly: "Then we have a reason to retreat here, at least let our troops hold out for a few more days......

"It's ......only a day," the young officer sighed, raised his feet and walked back: "Without food, it won't be long before we ourselves will collapse!" ”

He hadn't taken a few steps before he stopped. The adjutant who followed him coldly crashed into his back.

The adjutant was on guard in a panic, and then followed the gaze of the demon officer, and saw a black flag rolling down from the ruins on a high place.

The ruins were the positions they were stationing, and the banner was the black banner of the enemy......

"The position is lost!" The adjutant spoke in a wail, and then sat down on the big rock beside him, his eyes full of loss.

The young officer sighed as well, sat down on a large stone by the side of the road, and looked at the leather belt bag around his waist, which contained the letters he had to deliver to the commander of the Templar garrison.

"Let's go! We took a long detour to the temple. The young officer, who was very familiar with the neighborhood, finally cheered up, stood up, came to the adjutant, stretched out his palm, and pulled up his comrade.

The two of them disappeared one after the other at the end of the alley where only the rudimentary shape remained, and a few minutes after they left, the demon servants of the Irlanhill Empire arrived here.

These brightly armored warriors carefully inspected every nook and cranny of the place, because missing an enemy would cause casualties to those who came after them.

The difference is that behind them, there are actually two human soldiers wearing power armor, and they can't wait anymore, and they want to divide the victory and defeat in Witholands as soon as possible......