Chapter 953
My Empire Chapter 953
2020-11-03
Chapter 953 955 is not the same kind"Sorry! We are not the same!" Soldier, it is the devil who polished his long sword before.
He feels that fighting for the powerhouse is the meaning of the existence of the devil. He believes that since the Alanhill Empire is stronger than the magic source, the magic source should be eliminated.
This is exactly what the Origins of Magic has instilled in these demons: Invading others is not shameful, and destruction itself is not a cruel option.
The source of magic makes these demons accept the absolute idea of the law of the jungle as much as possible, let these demons be respected by powerhouse, and let them survive cruelly in accordance with the law of the jungle.
Murdering other races, seducing those fallen traitors, these things are actually things as it should be by rights in the teachings taught by the origin of magic to Demon Race. It is precisely because of this that these demons finally transformed into what they are today.
It is precisely because of such precepts and deeds that the previous expansion of the devil has been so unfavorable, and this is the way to crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
It's a pity that the demons were defeated against the invasion of the magical continent. The rhetoric of the survival of the fittest in the origin of magic immediately became a weak spot.
The original myth of invincibility has been shattered. The origin of magic is God, the sovereign of the world. This kind of nonsense has become a joke.
Many demons just shake their beliefs, but there are also many demons who continue their beliefs.
Doesn't the origin of your magic say that the strongest is worth following? It's obviously more reasonable to follow the human empire Alanhill, isn't it?
Doesn't the origin of your magic say that only victory is noble and failure is the original sin? Is it better to follow the noble Alanhill than to fail the source of magic?
"Why... how could it be different..." The demon rout officer who was pierced by a sword in his stomach knew that he was done, staggered back, and asked with an expression of disbelief.
He really couldn't believe that these demon soldiers, who looked far inferior to him, could burst out such powerful battle strength under the protection of armor and shields.
These soldiers of the Servant Army actually use a lot of exquisite cold weapon fighting skills.
The rout officers who were about to die naturally knew that these exquisite cold weapon fighting skills were practical tactics that were summed up and perfected for thousands of years on another planet.
Of course, he couldn't understand, those simple tactical actions of blocking out the sword actually contained various subtle truths.
Only when you have full confidence in your weapons can you use this most concise technical and tactical action. The user must fully believe that the shield in his hand can block the opponent's attack, so he can face the sharp blade of the enemy so calmly.
This is exactly what the Alanhill Empire has provided for weapons and armor, bringing changes to these minion recruits: they believe that the weapons in their hands are better and stronger than their opponents!
It is with such confidence that they will use the shield in their hands to block the opponent's attack, and then take advantage of the situation to find a good angle, kill them with one blow, and kill those difficult enemies.
"We are ordered not to loot demon civilians! No more humans or Demon Races!" a soldier in the servant army emphasized proudly.
This is his favorite ban. He feels that it is with such a ban that the demon family can finally be classified as "civilized".
"What sympathy do those weak have?" the sturdy demon asked hysterically. Black's blood flowed along his fingers, dripping onto the ground, drop by drop without stopping.
This sword obviously wounded him a lot, causing this seemingly powerful demon officer to lose most of his battle strength.
When he was shouting hysterically, behind him, several demons who lost their cover were routed, and were killed by the surrounding servant army soldiers one after another.
The demons, who were originally at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, have now become more sparse. They were back to back, shaking their long sword nervously back and forth, fearing that if they were not careful, they would become the next unlucky person to be hacked to death.
"What about the source of magic? What sympathy does it have?" A soldier of the demon servant army asked rhetorically.
Now the source of magic is a downright weak in front of the Alanhill Empire. According to the theory it instilled into the demon family, the source of magic is naturally not worthy of sympathy at all.
"..." Suddenly, the leader of this demonic defeated army felt that he was at a loss for words. He wanted to refute his opponent, but the fact made him unable to speak.
Even, he couldn't even care about his aching abdomen, and desperately wanted to regain his place in words.
At last he began to defend himself: "How do you know that the great source of magic has lost? It may just be gathering strength, and you will soon be defeated!"
Actual On, when he said these words, even he himself didn't quite believe what he said.
Even a die-hard like him can already see that the source of magic is very passive. Those once elite demon troops have been completely lost, and even the most elite God Servant troops do not seem to be able to change the situation of the battle!
Alternatively, the next counterattack against the source of magic can be a victory, but even if it is a victory, it is not something that can be decided by a partial victory.
Even the most optimistic demons know that they are most likely to lose this war: the reason is actually very simple, in the previous battle on the magic continent, the demon weapon was dominant, and they still lost All of them, even more how this time the demons have been driven back to the Demon Realm, the homeland passive defense operation, the situation is very bad.
"So, how do you know that it didn't lose?" The demon of the servant army was not a fool, and someone immediately asked back.
At the moment when the deafening rhetorical question confused the minds of these defeated soldiers, the soldiers of the Demon Servant Army swarmed up and raised their axe and long sword high.
Smoke billows from the lit houses, and the whole village seems to have regained its tranquility. The dead bodies of the routed soldiers were still lying at the entrance of the village, and a drone flew over the treetops, with a slight hum, overlooking the entire battlefield.
The demon rout officer who fell to the ground clutching his stomach has long been silent. There are several wounds on his body, each of which is fatal.
In his lifetime, he also had a Final Struggle, but unfortunately, his struggles were all in vain. In the end he was killed by the long sword and fell to the vacant lot at the entrance of the village he had wanted to loot.
A battle started so quickly and ended abruptly. The army soldiers who wiped out these rout soldiers are simply cleaning the battlefield.
The corpses of the civilians were also gathered up and buried separately from the demonic troopers. This is also the above requirement, the demon servant army must clean the battlefield and bury the dead body.
Originally, the demons did not bury corpses. They emphasized the idea of burial in the sky: according to their simple values, these corpses are food, they can be eaten by themselves before they rot, and they can also be left to the devil dog after they rot. , or other devil beast to enjoy.
And after taking refuge in the Alanhill Empire, these servants can only follow the local customs and begin to bury the bodies of the dead on the battlefield.
Obviously, from the perspective of health and epidemic prevention, burying dead bodies is definitely a very meaningful thing.
The same village, the devil's village, is different from the human village, but there are many similarities between the two.
On the magical continent, an unknown small village, just like the demonic village in front of me, has regained its tranquility and gained a new life.
When Hecht jumped off his giant dragon again, the village in front of him had changed.
The special medicine and plague vaccine he sent helped the people here to escape from the scythe of Death God.
At this moment, these refugees are celebrating their luck happily, and when they meet Hecht, they are no longer nervous.
For the refugees in the southern region, they are finally beginning to identify that the Alanhill people from the north are their liberators and their saviours.
"The gods are above! Your lord, you have returned safely!" The old man saw Hecht who jumped off the giant dragon, stepped forward and gave a deep salute, and said in greeting: "The great creator. The gods of the world will always protect you, the benevolent and benevolent."
"Thank you." Hecht came back this time and brought a lot of cheap food. These foods are not very delicate, but they are better in large quantities.
A box of instant noodles is enough for people in this village to make do with one meal. even more how, for these locals, instant noodles are simply heavenly.
You know, these refugees have been hungry for a long time, not to mention the delicious noodles, even those instant noodle soups with a layer of oily flowers are enough to make people salivate. .
"My load is limited, and my mount has already exhausted a lot of physical strength. So this time, I can only bring back some instant noodles and some compressed biscuits." Hopeful eyes, Hecht explained with a slightly red face.
He felt that he was full of guilt. For a moment, he felt that if he worked hard and let his beloved mount carry more food, he could make the villagers here live better. Some.
"I'm sorry, if I try harder..." After a few seconds, he finally scratched his head and apologized to the villagers.
Who knows, the old man in front of him interrupted him and thanked him: "You don't have to be too reluctant! My lord! We are already very grateful, thank you for sending us when we are about to die. Hope... yes, hope... is something more precious than gold!"
(end of this chapter)