It's just a pity that fantasies are just fantasies. Most of the counterattack troops they relied on and had high hopes for have now become prisoners of the Irlanhill Empire, squatting on the side of the road to eat bread and drink mineral water!

"Great, all-powerful source of magic...... Your brilliance will surely shine on the demons, let our clan defeat the powerful enemy, and regain the glory that belongs to the demons! ”

"I'm a firm believer in that! A brief defeat is just a test for us, you are the truth itself! ”

"You've only been talking about plans since you started...... What I want to hear is the real state of the war! "Obviously, the Origin of Magic is not a mediocre king, he is a god of demonic beliefs! The gods are good at fooling others, but they themselves are not so easy to fool!

“…… Great Origin of Magic, the counterattack began two days ago, and it will take time for the news to reach back here. The officer bowed his head and replied.

"We have magical communication devices! There's also the magic dragon to deliver the message! In two days, is there still no way to hear about the victory at the front? "Magic Origin is not easy to deceive," he sternly reprimanded the demon officer in front of him.

"Great Origin of Magic! The enemy has means of jamming, and we cannot keep in touch with the troops at the front! So we don't know how the battle is going, so we can only wait patiently. The demon officer pondered his words and replied.

"Boom!" As he was making up his reasoning, a bomb blew through the heavy magical defense barrier and landed directly in the open space in the middle of the temple.

The explosion caused the carved stone pillars in the courtyard to collapse, and killed a demonic guard standing in the courtyard.

The earth trembled in this guarantee, and the dust from many buildings was shaken off.

In the room where the magic origin was located, the vibration caused all the magic vessels to bump together, making a small noise.

All the bottles and cans vibrate, and the voice made the magic source even more irritable and angry: "Wait? Await! You're all a bunch of trash! Rubbish! ”

His voice became sharper, and it was no longer the calm voice that could not hear the joy and sorrow: "You have sent the enemy so close to the temple!" You idiots! Useless garbage that is not enough to succeed and more than to lose! ”

Ugly cursing echoed through the room, making the demon officer kneeling on the ground even more terrified.

After all, if the Origin of Magic was unhappy, he could crush a demon at any time, as easily as an ant.

"The Great Origin of Magic...... We, we're already doing our best...... Fight the enemy as hard as you can! He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and lowered his head nervously.

"Do your best? What's the use of trying your best? If I keep waiting a few more days, will those damned humans break into my temple and point their weapons at my head? Magic Origin screeched.

"My subordinates will definitely do everything they can to stop the enemy!" There was really nothing to say, and this demonic officer could only bite the bullet and swear his loyalty.

It's just that no one cares about his loyalty now: the loyalty of the soldiers guarding the city walls, the gunners standing next to the anti-aircraft guns is infinitely close to zero, and how high can the loyalty of a commander be?

The once invincible demon army has been wiped out with the defeat of the Four Princes. Those powerful Divine Acolyte troops have now been lost.

The Temple of the Divine Attendants had been destroyed in the last bombardment, and many more bombs had just hit the Temple, and it was almost in ruins.

The Divine Acolyte troops, which were lucky enough to still exist, had already been transferred to the vicinity of his temple, so there was no way to send them out to carry out combat missions.

No one believes in the origin of magic now, so he arranges the god attendant by his side, which can be regarded as a kind of guard and defense.

Without the Divine Acolyte, the Demon Troops, which were already replenishment, had even worse combat capabilities, and they were thankful that they could barely maintain discipline.

"Boom!" Another bomb landed near the temple, and a section of the courtyard wall on the temple's perimeter collapsed.

The surrounding buildings began to collapse, and the smoke slammed into the magical defensive barrier as if it had hit an invisible wall.

A towering magic tower collapsed with a bang, like those huge chimneys in the suburbs. The surrounding demons let out a cry of shock, only to be drowned out by the explosion of another bomb.

After the earth shook and the mountains shook, the bombers of the Irlanhill Empire gradually moved away, and Witholands, who had not completely come out of the first bombing, was now even more embarrassed.

Everywhere there was black smoke from the explosion, and there were collapsed buildings and ruins everywhere. There are corpses everywhere, and there are desperate images everywhere.

The suburban worker staggered to his feet from among several corpses, his hands still stained with dried black blood, and at his feet lay the body of the poor, shrench-struck demon officer.

The parts factory around him was completely out of shape, and everything he knew was gone in the bombing.

In the dust, he stumbled forward, trying to find his way, but was knocked off by a demon that rushed by.

There is no way, in this state, everyone becomes nervous. There was also the sound of explosions everywhere, and it was normal for people to run around.

So the demon worker adjusted his posture and squinted his eyes as he continued to walk in the dust kicked up by the explosion. It was as if he was walking in a fog, and all in front of him was unknown gray dust.

"I've got an officer dead here! Anyone! I have a ...... here. Ahem, ahem! He shouted loudly through the smoke, hoping that someone would come and help him.

But it's a pity that no one cares about a poor, demonic worker screaming in the ruins.

Some demons are fighting fires not far away, others are setting up an anti-aircraft gun made in time to build at the corner of the street, and some demons are moving the corpses of some of their companions.

Anyway, everyone was busy, and some soldiers in armor hurried past the demonic worker.

The dust kicked up by the explosion finally began to fall, and the air around it was no longer so muddy. Visibility was slightly restored, and the demon worker saw that not far away, it seemed that the entire city was billowing black smoke.

At this moment, he finally understood that in the face of such a disaster, his little character was just an ant that no one cared about.