"Kill!" A ragged demon with a long sword charged towards the positions of the defenders of the Iran Hill Empire.

He scurried over the rubble, and then, after a sudden gunshot, fell to the ground and did not move.

The mass of energy suspended in the sky not far away gave these demon defenders great courage. They couldn't support it for a while, but now they have the strength to fight back.

Although only a few fools who are not afraid of death rush out of the ruins where they are hiding at such times, and then launch a death-like charge towards the positions of the Irranhill Empire's attacking forces, it still proves one thing - how deeply ingrained the rule of the magical origin is in this world.

The demon soldiers stationed in the Witholands Industrial Zone were fighting with the attacking troops room by room, in ruins and ruins, and there was no intention of giving up their positions at all.

Even though the industrial area has become a real ruin, these demons have no intention of giving up.

After all, behind this industrial area is the famous Magic Temple! It is the resting place of the Divine Attendants, and it cannot be given to anyone.

In fact, in this industrial area of Withollands, the gunfire has become very sparse. Most of the time there is a white-knuckle battle in ruins, as most of the battles are still fought between demons and demons.

A demon in heavy armor here had just taken down a demon defender hiding in a house, and a demon in rags had sneaked up and killed an army of demon servants in bright armor.

Both sides are constantly fighting, as if only fighting can make them forget the terrifying, restless energy mass above their heads.

"You ...... Wait! Soon the great source of magic will kill you all! Avenge me! A demon clutching his chest on the ground stared at the enemy he had slain, screaming loudly. As he screamed, black blood gushed out of his mouth.

Until he died, he was sure that the gods he believed in could help him kill these damned enemies in front of him.

This kind of thing is still happening in the corners of the battlefield, but many of the demon commanders on the battlefield are beginning to realize that things may not be good.

"The enemy's offensive is intensifying...... They're bringing more forces to attack us. A demonic officer pushed aside the soldiers who were congested in the basement hallway and walked up to his superior.

The old demon general, whose face was not very good-looking, put on his helmet and armor, glanced at his most important subordinate, and said: "The news just sent that the 10,000-strong team on our flank has collapsed. The gunfire has gradually subsided, and the other side is about to attack us. ”

"We should retreat...... Meet the people from the north......" the young officer said worriedly.

"But the order we received before was to stay here no matter what." The old general said depressedly: "The Great Magic Origin personally fought before, and the pressure on our side has been drastically reduced...... Now that he doesn't know why he's stopped, we just have to find a way to stay here and buy him enough time. ”

"Your Excellency...... In this case, our remaining troops will not be able to hold out for long. "The young officer knows his own family affairs, and of course he knows that such a defense will not last long.

They were originally a team of 10,000 people, responsible for garrisoning three nearby blocks, but at the peak, there were only more than 2,000 troops.

After shelling and bombardment, they lost a large number of soldiers, and now they can only find less than 700 soldiers who can continue the battle.

And most of these soldiers only have long swords and some tattered armor, only a pitiful dozens of rifles, and even fewer bullets.

Despite this, they had not received any supplies for two days in a row. It seems that their superior troops have long forgotten about the existence of such a unit as theirs, and food has not been given and ammunition has not been replenished.

They were stationed on their positions with nothing, and the only reason they managed to hold their positions was that the forces of the Irranhill Empire had not yet attacked them.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this army as running out of ammunition and food, and all they can do is to stay in the ruins and trenches, and when the enemy comes, waste a bullet or make the other side slash with effort.

"It's 600 demon dogs, and they're going to kill them for a while, right? Not to mention that we are 600 fighters! The old demon sighed, and then said, "Otherwise, what else can we do?" ”

"If we fight to the death now, then at least when the Magic Source wins, we will have a way to live...... But if we retreat now, whoever wins, we will die. As he spoke, he handed the young officer a letter: "Give this to the commander stationed near the temple......"

"Your Excellency!" The young officer knew that it was his boss who gave him a chance to survive.

Delivering a letter was not considered a deserter, so he could at least live a little longer - this may be the last bit of care that the old man in front of him gave him.

"Say no more! Although the task for you is relatively easy, you must be careful along the way, we already don't know where the enemy is advancing, and the enemy's damn scouts are very powerful! "The old general obviously doesn't know the word sniper yet, so he can only refer to those who shoot cold guns in general terms as familiar scouts.

In fact, this is also a common problem of many demons nowadays, they are exposed to too many new things at once, so the number of words is obviously insufficient.

Through the interrogation of a few captives, some new words spread among the demon race.

They can already say words such as automobiles, airplanes, and cannons proficiently, and even some high-level officials can even say professional words such as fighters and attack aircraft.

The young officer suddenly felt very aggrieved...... It's really very aggrieved. Once, they were noble, cunning, insidious, and brutal beings, but now they have found the brilliance of humanity in themselves.

They were cruel to their enemies and would not have mercy on the lambs to the slaughter. Even if a companion dies, they will not be half sad.

They firmly believe that only the powerful beings in this world have the meaning of living, and they believe that the power imposed on them by the source of magic is the fundamental law of everything.

However, when their faith began to crumble and their wars began to fail, they sadly discovered that they began to have feelings that they had spurned before.