Chapter 1063

My Empire Chapter 1063

2020-11-03

Chapter 1063 1065 What a pity

In the collapsed ruins, a ragged demon struggled to turn a huge stone, His body is a little thin, and he is a little powerless when he pulls the stone.

The weather is no longer cold, but his life has not improved much. In fact, his current life can be said to be completely ruined.

Originally, he was a good blacksmith. In the factory in front of him, he kept producing parts one by one.

These parts can be pieced together into a war machine, a massive and invincible heavy war machine.

However, this kind of war machine has become vulnerable under the attack of the enemy, and the original strong magical defense barrier is broken like a blank sheet of paper.

A few days ago, he was very happy, because the more losses on the front line, the longer he had to work, and the more the factory paid him.

In those days, the war machines on the front lines were most likely destroyed, his workload increased dramatically, and he fantasized about being so busy that he could earn more food.

As a result, in the past few days, everything changed: Withallens, who had never been attacked, was attacked by the enemy, and the factory where he worked had also become the one in front of him. A pile of worthless ruins.

The Demon Race has always been a domination model similar to a wartime economy, and the Demon Race has been expanding until it encounters Alanhill.

First they conquered the quadruped orangutan and the demon bat, and later the succubus and some demihuman races.

In short, in the long years of the past, the Demon Race has conquered the entire Demon Realm, unified the entire Demon Realm, just as Alanhill conquered Alan Sirius.

At the same time, they also created the Eye of Magic and began to invade the magical continent, which is now Alan Sirius.

This mode of expansion and battle is very similar to the state of the Alanhill Empire today.

To put it bluntly, this is the fastest rising mode. No matter who comes, this set of things is the best to use...

However, when you encounter a When a stronger civilization, the problem of this model is exposed: unsustainable pain, who knows who uses it!

The demon blacksmith in front of him, or the demon worker in front of him, has not eaten for several days. If it weren't for the demon's great endurance, he might have starved in his kennel.

No way, according to the standards of the Alanhill Empire, most of the places where demons live now can only be described as a doghouse.

"Get to work! This must be restored within two days! The front lines are waiting for the parts we produce! Quick!" Behind the thin demon worker, an armored demon The officer held the long sword, carried the whip, and scolded loudly.

The collapsed chimneys and buried equipment, including the magic devices that power them, are virtually useless.

It is absolutely an unrealistic fantasy to resume production within two days: it may take two or even three days for these ruins to be cleaned up.

A burly quadruped orangutan that was originally used for battle has now been called in to help. It savagely tore the collapsed walls, raising a cloud of dust.

In the open space on the side, next to a machine that was finally rescued, several old demon workers were desperately repairing.

They want to restore the equipment to a production-ready state within the stipulated time. It's not what they're good at, but that's all they can do now.

In fact, the accuracy of such repaired equipment has long been very worrying. The parts it can produce are estimated to be difficult to continue to use.

Another solid rock was lifted by several demons, and it tumbled to a low place, smoke billowing along the way.

A smelting boiler is exposed, most of it is still buried under the ruins, and the exposed part has obviously been smashed into shape by the collapsed ruins.

The original complex pipes were broken, stained metal surfaces, and potholes everywhere.

In fact, even if this thing is repaired, there is no way to use it - after all, smelting metal requires not only temperature, but also pressure!

Boiler covered with internal injury, 80% can no longer withstand the original design pressure: if it is used to smelt the original metal, it is estimated that it is likely to explode.

At that time, it wasn't someone else who bombed, but their own boiler exploded, and all the bombers were their own people...

These workers didn't dare to say these things, Because they are also afraid that they will be killed by high-level demons, or simply lose their current jobs.

After all, repairing the junk here will give you some food every few days. If it becomes a useless waste, it is estimated that it will be pulled to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

In recent days, this kind of thing has happened more and more frequently: every day all workers and civilians in the city are taken away, armed as soldiers, and given a long spear or a long handle. Sword , was sent out of town without even training.

Those who are ineffective are either sent to the city wall as City Guard, or are used as supplementary soldiers and sent directly to the farther front.

Everyone has a hunch that these people will never come back...they will die tragically on the front lines, turning into corpses that no one cares about.

They are not just guessing, because just looking at the untreated corpses on the ground that have begun to smell, you can probably know what the front line looks like!

Countless people were killed in the bombing of an unprecedented scale, and many craters have not been filled to this day.

As a city, or as a super-giant temple, the function of Withallans has basically been paralyzed, and the wisps of smoke have not completely dissipated until now. The fire in the city was only put out two days ago, and it is very difficult to find a source of drinking water.

Under the urging of the officer with the whip, the thin demon worker continued to carry the gravel in front of him.

As he removed another stone, an arm covered in dirt was exposed. The arm had begun to have corpse spots, an unpleasant smell assaults the senses.

The worker who was used to seeing the corpse frowned, and then continued to pull the corpse on it - this is just a buried companion. Under this ruin, there are hundreds of such corpses. Thousands of...

The stones he removed were covered in black, dried blood and clinging to hair and skin. It's only spring, maybe in summer, this disgusting thing will get even more disgusting.

"It's a pity..." He sighed - if it wasn't rotten, maybe it could be used to satisfy hunger...

(end of this chapter)