In the midst of the collapsed ruins, a ragged demon struggled to pull a huge stone, his body was a little thin and he was a little unable to pull the stone.

The weather is no longer cold, but his life has not improved, in fact, his current life can be said to be completely ruined.

Originally, he was a good blacksmith, and in the factory in front of him, he kept producing parts one by one.

These parts can be pieced together into a war machine, a huge and invincible heavy war machine.

However, this war machine became vulnerable to enemy attacks, and the original strong magical defense barrier was like a blank piece of paper.

The other day, he was still very happy, because the more losses at the front, the longer he had to work, and the more the factory paid him.

In the course of those few days, the war machine on the front line was wrecked, his workload increased dramatically, and he fantasized that he had been so busy that he could earn more food.

In the past few days, everything has changed: Withorans, who had never been attacked, has been attacked by the enemy, and the factory where he works has become a pile of worthless ruins in front of him.

The demons have always been ruling in a mode similar to a wartime economy, and before they met Iran Hill, the demons had been expanding.

They first conquered four-legged orangutans and demonic bats, and later succubi and some subhuman races.

In short, in the past long years, the demons have conquered the entire demon world and unified the entire demon world, just as Ran Hill conquered Ran Ciris.

At the same time, they also created the Eye of Magic and began to invade the Magic Continent, which is now Alan Ciris.

This pattern of always expanding and fighting is very similar to the current state of the Irlanhill Empire.

To put it bluntly, this is the fastest rise mode, and no matter who comes, this set of things is the best to use......

It's just that when encountering a stronger civilization, the problem of this model is exposed: the pain of being unsustainable, who uses it, who knows!

The demon blacksmith in front of him, or the demon worker in front of him, hadn't eaten for days. If it weren't for the demon's very strong endurance, he might have collapsed starving in his kennel.

There is no way, according to the standards of the Iran Hill Empire, the places where most of the demons live now can only be described as dog kennels.

"Hurry up and get to work! It had to be restored in two days! The front line awaits the parts we produce! Fast! Behind the emaciated demon worker, a demon officer in armor pressed his long sword and carried a leather whip, and shouted loudly.

The collapsed chimneys and the buried devices, including the magic devices that powered them, were no longer usable.

It is also an unrealistic fantasy to want to resume production in two days: it may take two or even three days for the ruins to be cleared in front of you.

A stout, four-legged orangutan that was originally used for battle has now been brought in to help. It savagely tore at the crumbling walls, kicking up puffs of dust.

In the open space on the side, next to a machine that was finally rescued, several old demon workers were desperately repairing.

They had to restore the machine to a production-ready state within the stipulated time. It's not what they're good at, but that's all they can do right now.

In fact, the accuracy of the equipment repaired in this way has long been very worrying. It is estimated that the parts that can be produced will be difficult to continue to use.

Another solid stone was pried up by a few demons, and it tumbled low, smoke billowing along the way.

A smelting boiler was revealed, most of it still buried beneath the rubble, apparently deformed by the collapsed rubble.

The original complex pipes were broken, the metal surfaces were full of stains, and there were potholes everywhere.

In fact, even if this kind of thing is repaired, there is no way to use it - after all, smelting metal requires not only temperature, but also pressure!

The boiler, which was covered with dark wounds, could no longer withstand the pressure of the original design: if it was used to smelt the original metal, it was estimated that it would probably explode.

At that time, it was not someone else who bombed, but their own boiler exploded, and it was all their own people......

These workers did not dare to talk about these things, because they were also afraid that they would be killed by the anger of the high-ranking demons, or simply lose their current jobs.

After all, if you fix these rags here, you can still get some food every few days. If he becomes a useless waste, he will probably be dragged to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

In recent days, this has happened more and more often: every day in the city, workers and civilians are taken away, armed as soldiers, given a spear or a sword, and sent out of the city without training.

Those who did not have a role were either sent to the city walls to serve as city guards, or they were used as supplementary soldiers and sent directly to the front line.

Everyone has a hunch that these people will not come back...... They will die tragically on the front lines, turning into corpses that no one cares about.

They weren't guessing either, because just by looking at the untreated corpses on the ground that had begun to smell, they would have roughly known what the front line was like!

Countless people died in the bombing on an unprecedented scale, and many craters remain unfilled to this day.

As a city, or rather as a super-huge temple, the function of Witholands has basically been paralyzed, and wisps of light smoke have not completely dissipated until now. The city's fires were extinguished only two days ago, and it was difficult to find a source of drinking water.

Under the urging of the officer with the leather whip, the emaciated demon worker continued to carry the rubble in front of him.

When he removed another stone, an arm covered in dust was revealed. Corpse spots had begun to appear on that arm, and a foul smell came to my face.

The worker, accustomed to seeing corpses, frowned for a moment, and then continued to pull on the corpse—it was just a buried companion, and there were hundreds of such corpses beneath the ruins......

The stone he had removed was covered in black, dried blood, and hair and skin were sticking to it. It's only spring, and maybe in the summer, all this disgusting stuff will be even more disgusting.

"It's a pity......" he sighed—if it hadn't rotted, it might have been used to satisfy his hunger......