"Whew~puff!"

Orga, who was bragging to his talented teammates, looked up when he noticed some kind of characteristic sound.

Through the swamp mud above, a large imprint appeared in his vision.

And that sigil is the symbol of the Firelord Karto, and it represents the signal to attack that line of defense.

"Ready to do it?"

This was what he expected.

As far as he knew, seven more batches of monsters had been brought in in the past three months.

If they don't start fighting, they will be full of demons in two months, and it is estimated that even if there is a contract to press, their abyssal creatures will have to have a few large-scale group fights first, and fall into self-internal friction.

Although they will have internal friction even now......

The most direct manifestation is that many [little devils] have been eaten as snacks by the superiors, and now only a pile of bones is left in a mess.

"It's finally going to start, but I'm only about halfway there. ”

Halt, who was beside him, stood up and frowned, "How much strength have you recovered?"

Without looking back, Orga replied, "It's about the same as you." ”

"Forty percent. ”

"Forty percent. ”

"Fifty percent ......"

After listening to the replies of many monsters, Hart touched his chin and proposed, "Do you want to wait until next time?"

Basically, only about half of the strength has been restored, and it is not very safe.

A smile appeared on the corner of Olga's mouth and refused: "No need, I want to go out and move my body, it's really boring to stay here for three months." ”

With him taking the lead, many monsters immediately coaxed: "That's right, it's too boring, we're going to go out and have fun!"

It is not easy for them to be able to suppress their temperament and stay here for three months.

After a few more months, they can't stand it.

Looking at the excited appearance of his companions, Hart, who was just casually mentioning, did not insist on his thoughts, and said: "Okay, then let's go and join in the fun!"

"Kill all the natives!!"

"Soul!!Soul!!"

"Haha......"

With a strong explosion, a huge hole was instantly pierced through the swamp on the upper floor, and dozens of monsters flew out of it one after another, rushing towards the place marked by the imprint.

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Henry Moore stood on the walls of the fortress, looking at the huge mark in the sky in the distance, his brow furrowed slightly.

He had been stationed in this defense area for decades, so he naturally knew what that meant.

Since the demon invaded this world more than a hundred years ago, hundreds of [Polluted Lands] have appeared in this world one after another.

Unlike the internal struggles in the past that would have left room for the Miling World, the demons, whether they were commoners or nobles, were just equal prey, and they had never been in the habit of leaving a living mouth, nor had they ever been in the habit of negotiating.

In the face of their sudden attack, more than a dozen kingdoms immediately disappeared, and hundreds of millions of lives were directly lost.

And in order to counter their expansion, under the leadership of the gods, hundreds of defense zones have been established.

Countless races have abandoned their past prejudices and ignored their past hatreds, and for the first time they have joined hands wholeheartedly.

But even so, under the attack of demons, a lot of manpower and material resources are consumed every day.

Take this defense area as an example, basically every few months, there will be a demon mark rising, followed by a steady stream of attacks from the other side, and in the crazy attacks of those monsters, even if they occupy a favorable position, every time it will still bring extremely heavy trauma.

But those monsters that should have been more seriously injured, but as if they were killed, there would often be a source of soldiers being teleported, and the number did not feel reduced at all, and the attack was as fierce as ever, making them feel a trace of heart palpitations.

It's a sense of confusion!

As natives of the Miling World, they couldn't understand why these creatures were so crazy, so fearless of death, and the number was so amazing, no matter how they killed, there were still so many of them, even cockroaches shouldn't have so many.

'Kill one wave and another wave, and the more you kill, the more you come, can they all grow out of the ground?'

This kind of distress not only plagues Henry and the world, but also most of the worlds that have been infested by demons.

An enemy that you can't kill.

When he sees blood, he is like a mad dog.

Henry knew very well that if it weren't for the fact that there was something wrong with the brains of these demons, not to mention the fact that they always dropped the chain at critical moments, and occasionally killed their own people in battle more than they killed the enemy, I am afraid that this line of defense of mine would have been lost a long time ago.

Looking at the rapidly approaching demon tide in the distance, he sighed slowly, still a little unable to understand why this somewhat neurotic race was so strong and able to accumulate so many numbers.

From his point of view, they can kill each other to extinction.

'Could it be that they really grew out of the ground?'

He guessed with some puzzlement.

While thinking about this question, he issued an order to the subordinates beside him: "Activate all the defensive magic in the outer layer, and pay attention to the underground part, they almost dug a hole in the ground last time!"

"Understood!"

Looking at the departing subordinates and the soldiers on the city walls who were nervously watching the demon tide, Henry sighed slightly, and prayed in his heart, 'May the gods bless us with another victory......'

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After mixing in the demon tide and getting close to the defense line for a certain distance, Orga felt that the effect of the [Polluted Land] was rapidly declining, and the world's suppressive power was slowly increasing.

The movements of many monsters were immediately stagnant, but under the coercion of the monsters behind them, they were still forced to go up.

The first to attack them was the fortress of the defensive line.

The crystal set at the top of the fortress flashed with a burst of brilliance.

A pillar of light several meters wide and tens of kilometers long was released from it.

Like a lightsaber held in someone's hand, it slashed straight towards the demon tide with unparalleled momentum.

A hundred-armed monster tens of meters tall did not show weakness in the face of this blow!

Immediately, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of a snake demon beside him, he pulled out his spine bone alive, as if brandishing a bloody long whip, and attacked it head-on.

"Bang!"

In the midst of the violent explosion, hundreds of meters of dust were kicked up!

Where the two meet, the weaker demon is thrown out like a rag doll.

After slashing hard, the momentum of the pillar of light immediately weakened, and the hundred-armed monster was using most of the vertebrae used as a weapon in his hand was vaporized, and more than a dozen of the hundreds of arms were broken one after another, looking very miserable.

But after being injured like this, his momentum still did not weaken, but his expression became more and more excited and crazy.

With the surging magic power on his body, the broken arm sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, extending out one by one, and it took a few minutes to recover as before.

In the distance, Olga watched this scene, and began to estimate in his heart whether he could take the blow he had just delivered.

Soon after, he got the answer, and a smile spread across his face.