Chapter 1164
My Empire Chapter 1164
2020-11-03
Chapter 1164 1166 Self-esteemAndrea lay on a comfortable camp bed and felt like she hadn't been this way in a thousand years Physically and mentally exhausted.
Up to now, she has no way to be sure that she has won, even if an officer sent a telegram, the content of the telegram is that Chris has confirmed that the source of magic has been defeated.
Her originally tense heart was still tense, as long as she looked at the still huge magic energy group not far away, she couldn't let her heart down.
The Dragon Emperor doesn't seem to be far away, because he doesn't know whether the news from the Alanhill Empire is true or not.
He couldn't believe that a battle in the Demon Realm ended with a victory in a magical continent far away.
So, they didn't mean to leave, and Vivian needed a rest now, so she stayed where she was and didn't leave.
But fortunately, there is a sky battleship, and it is more comfortable to lie on the sky battleship than in the front line. No matter how hard and simple they are, at least they have independent cabins, independent bathrooms, and even lobsters for lunch.
In this battle, Your Majesty, the emperor of the Alanhill Empire, lost three god puppets Avatar, which was something Andrea was ashamed of.
She traveled all the way to the front line to fight, and as a result, her man lost one third of the spirit strength and barely defeated the opponent.
The sense of shame made her reluctant to appear in front of those generals, and she also knew that in this situation, no one had time to pay attention to these "martial arts experts"...
It is indeed only a martial arts expert. Today's war has already changed the pattern. The brutal slaughter turned into an elegant slaughter, and the bloodshed did not change, but the loss became a heavy burden on the losing side.
Vagron is mobilizing troops to surround Withalllands, Medeas is busy mitigating the damage of the fortress of Bourkeland, and Heidicanon is storming Wirthallans at all costs.
As for the rest of the Demon Realm, it doesn't matter. As long as it is taken here, the remaining territories will be determined.
"His Royal Highness." A female Elf Race officer walked in with a plate containing carefully prepared food: "It's time for lunch."
"Let's put it there." Looking at the saber hanging on the wall, Andrea felt that she was becoming more and more useless.
She lost the battle against the demonic army gushing out of the Magic Eye. As a result, she was battered and exhausted again in the counterattack against the Demon Realm.
The battle against the source of magic has ruined her expert dignity. The terrifying process, as soon as she closed her eyes, she recalled it clearly.
"Really, shameful." Andrea put out a long breath and gave herself a sad evaluation.
"What did you say?" The female Elf Race officer who had just put down the dinner plate heard Her Royal Highness's voice and hurriedly asked.
"It's nothing." Andrea sighed again embarrassedly, and called the head to reply. She was irritable and didn't know what to say, perhaps because she felt that even if she wanted to say, she shouldn't complain to the female officer in front of her.
"Marshal Vagron asked me to tell you about the battle... General Hydecnon's armored forces have entered the city to fight, they have captured most of the industrial area and are heading towards the Temple District. Come closer." Seeing that Andrea didn't mean to drive her out, the female officer hurriedly said some good news.
"Really? That's really good." Andrea said perfunctorily and sat up from the bed.
She had rarely been so rude in front of others before. Every time she met people, she was neatly dressed and graceful.
Now, when the food delivery person pushes open the door, she doesn't even want to sit up to deal with it - the dignity of the powerhouse is broken and she is very hurt.
Just when Andrea's self-esteem was frustrated, Hydecnon's offense was exceptionally smooth. Since the most elite armoured units of the Alanhill Empire entered the War Zone, battles have been out of the hands of any Demon Race defenders.
That simply is not a controllable force!
If the demon servants of the Alanhill Empire are still within the evenly matched range of the demon defenders, then the elite infantry of the Alanhill Empire, armed to the teeth, can easily kill demons Guards.
And at this moment, the Alanhill Imperial armored soldiers entering the battlefield are something from another dimension, and they are not within the cognitive scope of the demon defenders at all.
When I saw those tall steel giants walking on the street with impervious to sword and spear, wringing a demon from the ruins with no difficulty, and then wringing off the demon's body, fighting. The intensity dropped by several notches.
The demon troops that were still resisting immediately split into two factions. One faction kept kneeling and surrendering, hoping to be forgiven. The other faction turned and ran away without even looking back.
Alanhill Imperial Grenadiers in powered outer skeletons soon captured the last of the ruined Daemon factories, where they hung their flags and marched toward the Daemon's Temple.
The loud singing echoed in the sky, and the demon troops guarding the temple drew their swords and assembled into a phalanx. Opposite them were several Alanhill Imperial Grenadiers with weapons.
And then a frantic carnage begins. The penetrating ability of bullets shot by a 10mm caliber assault rifle is very terrifying. In just a moment, there are not many demons that can continue to stand on the battlefield.
Then a few Alanhill Imperial Grenadiers, who grinned and licked their lips, turned into demons and rushed into the flock of lambs.
They drew out the long sword from their waists. When the magic was wrapped around the blade, the demons knew that the enemy they were facing was completely different from the enemy before them.
Before they could escape, they were cut to the ground. Those demon officers who were barely able to use magic were also blessed by the powerful strength of the other party, and successively became a separate spirit under this sword.
As these heavy armored grenadiers kept moving forward, the demon troops stationed in the temple began to retreat.
They pushed up the long steps covered with craters and rubble. After leaving dozens of corpses on the steps, they were finally pushed back to the gate of the temple by the humans.
In the Demon Race temple, which was still stubborn and did not collapse, the demon defenders, who had already lost their ground, shouted and rushed to their opponents. And their opponents chopped these act recklessly idiots in half with a single wave of their hand.
Black blood sprayed on the walls, sprayed on the scrapped blood inside the pool, flowed along the gaps of those dirty floor tiles, and finally dried up and solidified in the corpses or the ravines beside the walls.
(end of this chapter)