Chapter 929

Chapter 929

My Empire Chapter 929

2020-11-03

Chapter 929 931 Let's call it a devil

He can only cope with it, he has blocked more than a dozen swords, and can't even fight back once do it. Fortunately, the long sword in his hand is relatively strong, and it has resisted so many attacks of momentum is big, power is deep, and it still hasn't broken.

However, because his advance was stopped, the troops behind him had begun to disperse.

As a commander, he also knew that he could not stay here for long, because once his troops escaped, he himself would be surrounded by the enemy.

So he could only helplessly step back, widening the distance between the two sides, and barely getting a chance to breathe.

"Don't even think about running away! I want to eradicate you traitors for the source of magic!" Seeing that his opponent was about to run away, the demon officer loudly shouted, bullied him, attacked more violently, and kept thinking Demon officer of the Servant Army to retreat.

Obviously, this stronger demon resister had no intention of letting the demon officers of the servant army escape.

As a last resort, the demon officer of the servant army, who was already weaker, could only fight. He waved the long sword in his hand and barely blocked the sword edge that was slashing at his body.

"Tremble! Be fearful! You traitor! Shame of Demon Race!" The mighty demon seemed to have the chance to win, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

At this time, a row of tracer bullets shot over, knocking down a few demons in the distance who were chasing the servant army.

The sudden attack made everyone stunned for a moment, and then the demons of the servant army saw that their reinforcements had passed over them.

The regular army of the Alanhill Empire appeared on the battlefield, and in imposing manner of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, pressed the recalcitrant demons to the ground.

The heavy machine guns on the tanks kept firing, reaping the lives of the demons who were chasing the minions.

The battle line that was still close at first became completely different immediately. The scattered demon servant army continued to retreat, but the chasing demon army stopped its advance.

Their lines were disrupted by the tank guns of the Alanhill Empire, and the formation they had managed to organize was also destroyed by shells fired from 155mm howitzers.

The battle on the battlefield was reversed once again. The Alanhill troop, which had already been defeated, stabilized its position and let it pass the smashed troop. With no difficulty, the demon resisters were prevented from counterattacking. .

...

"You can no longer call demons, so that it is impossible to distinguish between demons accepted by the Alanhill Empire and demons controlled by the source of magic." The meeting is not over yet , suggested by Chris on Aresia.

If the demons who surrendered were still called demons, it would be difficult to distinguish those demons who were unwilling to surrender.

And, daemon, the word itself represents a history not loved by the people of the magical continent. Retaining the name has little meaning other than intensifying contradictions.

Iresia also felt that if the demons surrendered and could not be distinguished from those who did not surrender, it would leave a bad impression on people of other races.

So, she agreed with Chris' proposal: "It's a good proposal, and it would be perfect if you were willing to give Alanhill's demons a beautiful and accurate name."

Chris actually doesn't want to have naming rights, because he's a weakling in naming himself.

If he is really an expert with names, Dragon City and Fallen City may have a more beautiful name.

However, since Aresia is willing to give up the naming rights, Chris will naturally not be polite. He pondered for a while, rummaged through some information on the technology tree in his mind, and finally said slowly. : "Or...let's call it the Black Blood Clan!"

It is still the style of falling Dragon City, and it is still simple and rude to find a feature and use it directly.

Andrea suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the surrendered Demon Race, and then after a brief sympathy, she felt a little more fortunate - fortunately, the name of Elf Race is pretty good, and it doesn't need to be changed .

If Chris can change this, maybe it will be called "Long-Ears" or something...

"Black blood?" What's wrong with this name, it even thoughtfully avoided the magic word, making the surrendered Demon Race sound safer.

"Forget it." After thinking about it, Chris felt that the name he gave Demon Race was not very pleasant. He rejected his plan, and then suddenly he was enlightened.

He laughed, and then said domineeringly to Eresia: "Why change the name of Demon Race? The Demon Race that belongs to the Alanhill Empire is called Demon Race! Demon Race is Demon Race, The Demon Race of the Alanhill Empire is the real Demon Race! Isn't that bad?"

He just continued to say: "Those who refuse to surrender to the Alanhill Empire, those Demon Races who are unwilling to surrender, do not deserve to own. Demon Race! So just give them a mean name."

Andrea didn't know whether to cry or laugh, it was the first time she saw herself Not very good at naming things, such a high-sounding person.

And Chris's last sentence, that humble name, is really apt to describe it - Chris's name is probably really ugly.

"Starting today, Demon Race refers to the demons under the Alanhill Empire, who still persist in your own wrong doings, and all demons who follow the origin of magic will be destroyed, called Black Blood Race!" Chris added After the conclusion is reached, the only thing left is execution.

......

At the other end, on the battlefield of Demon Realm, a soldier of the Alanhill Empire stepped on the dead demon commander's corpse with his leather boots, facing the man behind him. The companion waved.

Seeing his gestures, more Alanhill Imperial soldiers carried their weapons, stepped on the corpses of demons, and turned over the spine of the mound.

The demonic forces put up a desperate struggle have reached a dead end, and some of the fortifications built on the reverse slope have only slowed down the Alanhill Empire's attack a little.

When the tanks of the Alanhill Empire ran over the corpses, crossed the heights, and fired violently at the improvised fortifications, the recalcitrant demonic forces were gone.

Soon, the black Alanhill Imperial battle flag had been planted on the high ground, and the fighting had just ceased a few minutes earlier.

Captured here, the winter offensive in the northern mountains of the Alanhill Empire has advanced exactly 200 kilometers. And 30 kilometers of the 200 kilometers were shot down by the demon servant army - I have to say, this can be regarded as a miracle.

(end of this chapter)