An elderly demonic officer, looking up at the somewhat gray sky, where there was a calm and pure cloud of magical energy.

He squinted his eyes as if he were looking at his own future, but it was a pity that the mass of magical energy that had once filled him with hope of victory had now shrunk in a large circle.

"We're done." He looked at the young demons behind him, some with swords, some with spears, and a few with worn-out 98K rifles.

It was as if they were a ruined pirate army, they didn't even have neat weapons and good armor.

The weather wasn't cold anymore, so the whole street was filled with the stench of decomposing corpses. It's like hell, and every corner is filled with the despair of death.

Fat rats as long as human arms gathered in the crevices of the ruins, their tails entwined in the eye sockets of fanged skeletons.

Because there are no hunters such as demon dogs, these animals, which could only live in caves, have now begun to become unscrupulous.

In the past, there were demon soldiers who used these rats as food to satisfy their hunger, but later, with the complete erosion of the war, these demon soldiers no longer had the energy to deal with these inferior animals that reproduced very quickly.

So, these animals, which were originally thin and now fat, wreaked havoc in this place that could no longer be called a city, and before they could even wait for the wounded soldiers to die completely, they gathered around and began to gnaw on the black flesh.

The Irlanhill Empire's offensive had slowed down a few days earlier, and the attacks on both flanks surrounding the city seemed to have stopped, and the large-scale fighting had completely disappeared.

The occasional sporadic attack was also carried out locally, for reasons such as resting the defensive line, and the scale of the attack was very limited.

It is precisely because of this that the remaining demon defenders in the dilapidated city of Witholands can support until now.

"Your Excellency...... It's been more than ten days, the origin of great magic...... Still hasn't moved. A young demon spoke in despair.

They had been hoping for a return to battle and a reversal of defeat and victory.

It is a pity that as time goes on, this war seems to be less and less hopeless. The magic group created by the magic source, which represented hope, had shrunk to half its original size.

It was about to disappear, and at the same time, the last little bit of hope of the demon defenders was gone.

"Alas...... We have long had no hope. The old demon shook his head depressedly, and said to the demons behind him, "If the magic source can come back, he should have come back a long time ago." ”

They tried to keep fighting, but the brutality of the battle destroyed what little fighting spirit they had left.

That's not a terrible opponent that flesh and blood can challenge at all, humans don't need to fight at all, just those demonic servant armies, it's terrifying enough.

The opponent is outnumbered and well-armed, so they can replenish their troops at any time, and they are better nourished and stronger.

As experienced veterans fight less and less, and veterans on the other side fight more and more, the battle has begun to show a one-sided situation. Number One

Of course, they tried to surrender, but unfortunately the other side seemed unwilling to accept their prisoners at all.

Whether or not they want to lay down their weapons, the other side will raise their butcher knives. The demon defenders finally realized how desperate their enemies, the civilians of the poor enemies they had invaded, were slaughtered.

Since surrender is death, and not surrendering is death, they can only fight. At least with a long sword in his hand, it looks better than dying on his knees.

Now they are poor, and only the so-called dignity is left. If they give up their dignity, then there is really nothing.

Dignity, in the previous demon cognition, was just a ridiculous word, but when they lost the hope of life, lost the encouragement of victory, and lost the solace of killing, they could only think of such a ridiculous word.

For all the demon defenders who are still in Witholands, this is a laughable ending.

......A piece of colorful paper suddenly scattered in the sky, as beautiful as a salute flower before the banquet began.

The rectangular colored paper drifted with the wind, falling little by little onto the ruins, to the ground, to the bones, to the corpses, to the black, dried blood.

As soon as the old demon officer stretched out his hand, he pinched a piece of pink soft paper that fell from the air. He looked at the text curiously, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

There was nothing esoteric written on the pink paper, just that the Origin of Magic had been defeated and that the demons should surrender immediately. It also gives a promise that as long as they surrender, they can live.

“…… We...... It's finally time to surrender. The old demon suddenly seemed to have lost all his strength, and fell on a piece of gravel behind him, with a wry smile of relief written on his face.

Behind him, the demon soldiers who also received this leaflet were also glad that they had waited for the final relief.

The soldiers who were even stronger and more experienced than them had already died in the rubble of the ruins that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

Every night, in their weary sleep, they could clearly dream of endless shelling and bombardment, and the deafening roar of tank engines.

The squeak of machine guns like saws, the terrifying whirring of flamethrowers. Even the sniper's abrupt gunfire echoed in the sky, making them shudder.

The days are finally over, and they can finally not worry about waking up one day and having their throats slit, or crying and searching for their arms after the explosion.

"Get the white sheet we found earlier." The old demon clutched the pink leaflet in his hand and commanded his men.

Several demons with immature faces on them hurriedly ran towards a building not far behind them that had more than half collapsed.

They had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now that they could finally surrender, it was a great thing.

As they ran backwards, they shouted to the civilians around them, "We can surrender!" We can surrender! Hahaha! We can finally surrender! ”

As if it was a holiday, this happy mood spread all at once, making everyone breathe a sigh of relief.