Chapter 1066

Chapter 1066

My Empire Chapter 1066

2020-11-03

Chapter 1066 1068 Ants that nobody cares about

Unfortunately, fantasy is just fantasy. Most of the counterattack troops they rely on and have high hopes for have now become prisoners of the Alanhill Empire, squatting on the roadside to eat bread and drink mineral water!

"The great, almighty source of magic... Your brilliance will surely shine on the Demon Race, allowing our clan to defeat powerful enemies and regain the glory that belongs to the Demon Race!"

"I have no doubts about this! Short-term failure is just your test for us, you are the truth itself!"

"From the beginning, you have only been talking about plans...I want to listen, It's a real battle situation!" Obviously, the source of magic is not a foolish king, he is a god who believes in demons! The gods are good at fooling others, but they themselves are not so good at fooling!

"...The great source of magic, the counterattack started two days ago, and it will take time for the news to get back here." The officer lowered his head and replied.

"We have magic communication equipment! There are also magic dragons to deliver news! In two days, is there no way to hear the victory of the front line?" The source of magic is not easy to deceive, he sternly scolds the demon officer said.

"The great source of magic! The enemy has interference means, and we can't keep in touch with the troops on the front line! So we don't know how the battle is going, so we can only wait patiently." The demon officer thought about his words and spoke. replied .

"bang!" While he was making up the reason, a bomb blew through the thick magical defense barrier and landed directly on the open space in the middle of the temple.

The huge explosion knocked down the carved stone pillars in the courtyard and killed a demon guard standing in the courtyard.

The earth trembled in this protection, and the dust on many buildings was shaken off.

In the room where the magic source was, the vibration made all the Magical Artifact vessels slam together, making a rustling sound.

All the bottles were shaking, and this sound made the source of magic even more violent and angry: "Wait? Wait! You are all a bunch of trash! Trash!"

His voice became sharper, no longer the calm voice of aloof and remote that can't hear sadness and joy: "You let the enemy hit so close to the temple! You bunch of idiots! Success is not enough and failure is more than failure. Useless rubbish!"

The unpleasant swearing sound echoed in the room, making the demon officer kneeling on the ground even more terrified.

After all, if the source of magic is not happy, he can crush a demon at any time, as easily as crushing an ant.

"The great source of magic... We, we have already tried our best... to fight the enemy as best we can!" He swallowed and lowered his head nervously.

"Do your best? What's the use of trying your best? I'll wait a few more days, are those goddamn humans about to break into my temple and point their weapons at my head?" Origin of Magic growled sharply.

"Subordinates will do their best to stop the enemy!" There is really nothing to say, this demon officer can only brace oneself and swear his loyalty.

However, no one cares about his loyalty now: the loyalty of the soldiers guarding the city wall and the gunners standing next to the anti-aircraft guns are infinitely close to zero. High, where can it go?

The once invincible demon army has been destroyed with the failure of the four princes. Those powerful God Servant troops have now been completely lost.

The Temple of the Servant of God was destroyed in the last bombing, and many bombs hit the Temple just now. It can be described as a ruin.

Fortunately, the God Servant troop that still exists, the source of magic has been transferred to the vicinity of his temple, so there is no way to send it out to carry out combat missions.

No one believes in the origin of magic now, so he arranges the servant of God by his side, which is a kind of alert and defense.

Without the Servant of God, the demon troop, which was originally a supplementary soldier, would be even less capable of fighting, and it would be thankful to be able to barely maintain discipline.

"bang!" Another bomb fell near the temple, and a section of the courtyard wall outside the temple collapsed.

The surrounding buildings began to collapse, and the rising smoke crashed against the magical defense barrier, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

A towering magic tower collapsed like the giant chimneys in the suburbs. The surrounding demons screamed in shock, only to be overwhelmed by the explosion of another bomb.

After The earth shook and the mountain quivered, the bombers of the Alanhill Empire gradually moved away, and Withallans, who had not yet fully recovered from the first bombing, was even more embarrassed now.

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

The suburban worker staggered to his feet from among the corpses, with dried black blood on his hands, and the poor, shrapnel-hit demon at his feet. Corpse of the officer.

The parts factory around him was completely out of shape, and everything he was familiar with had disappeared in this bombing.

In the diffuse dust, he stumbled forward. He tried hard to identify the direction, but was hit by a hurried demon and dazed.

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

So the demon worker adjusted his posture, squinting and continuing to walk in the dust raised by the explosion. It was as if he were walking in the fog, with unknown gray dust in front of him.

"I have an officer dead here! Anyone! I have a...cough cough cough!" He shouted loudly in the smoke, hoping someone would come and help him.

But sadly, no one cares about a poor, screaming demon worker in the rubble.

Some demons are putting out fires not far away, others are setting up an anti-aircraft gun made in time for the street, and some demons are moving the bodies of some companions.

In short, everyone was busy, and some soldiers in armor hurried past this demon worker.

The dust raised by the explosion finally started to fall, and the surrounding air was no longer so turbid. Visibility recovered slightly, and the demon worker saw that not far from Wet Hollands, it seemed that the whole city was billowing with black smoke.

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

(end of this chapter)