Roaring to banish the fear in their hearts, the militiamen armed with spears stepped over the corpses of their comrades.

Nowadays, one's life and death are no longer important, the important thing is to let the parents, wives, and children who are in the back survive, which is the responsibility of a man.

Driven by this noble and tragic wish, the militia did not hesitate to move forward, even though they knew that every step they took was towards the abyss of death. The torn man gritted his teeth and stabbed the last blow of life, and the dying man tried to contain the monster's movement until death.

Compared to the monsters, the militia, who are absolutely inferior in every way, show great willpower. In front of the Great Wall of flesh and blood they built with their lives, the monsters were forced back step by step.

Just when everyone thought that they were about to see the dawn of victory, they didn't know that the thicker night had fallen, and the human advantage was instantly disintegrated, and this change was only the hand of four new monsters who had joined the battle.

The two-headed ogre unleashed a massive rolling stone with flames, opening a bloody path paved with crushed corpses; The ogre warrior armed with a giant axe sent all the living creatures in front of him into the Yellow Spring with a sharp slash that seemed to cut off the air; The horned demon flying in the air summoned countless black winged imps to invade the ground like a storm; The crimson two-headed Cerberus spewed fire and ice, and everywhere it was a humanoid charcoal and ice sculpture.

The spirit of the militia is certainly moving, but in front of the strong, they are only the same existence as the surrounding plants and trees, and there is no such thing as mercy in this cruel world of the jungle.

In front of the four powerful monsters, whether it was a militia, a regular army, or even an adventurer, they all died in an instant, and the human camp was on the verge of collapse.

"Soldiers and adventurers below the green level all retreat!"

An old voice rang out over the noisy battlefield, and although the speaker's own volume was slight, it still reached everyone's hearts clearly, the effect of using magic to "convey consciousness". Although the number of people on the battlefield has been greatly reduced after the bloody battle, there are still tens of thousands of survivors, and it takes a tremendous amount of magic to convey the voice to everyone's heart. Of course, there is no one with such powerful magical power in a small country like the Principality of Basol, and the reason why it can be done at this moment is because the power of thirteen people has been collected and released in several parts. So everyone doesn't hear the sound at the same time, but there is a slight time difference.

The person who carried this order was none other than the leader of the Thirteen Magicians, the strongest adventurer team in the Principality of Basol, the well-known adventurer Dariola Nicholas.

Everyone began to evacuate, but a small number of people remained in the crowd of people who were evacuated. They were adventurers who had reached the level of youth or above, and the total number of them was thirty-nine.

"Please fight with the belief that you will die, our defeat will be the destruction of this country!"

Dariola said in a firm tone that could not be backed down.

"Understood!"

Although the original intention of becoming an adventurer is different, the will to defend the home in which they live is the same, and the adventurers who remain responded in unison.

"The two-headed ogre mage will be handed over to our 'Thirteen Magicians'."

Dariola commanded his team to surround the two-headed ogres with a circle of star magic.

"Dark hounds, let's go eat the Great Axe Ogre!"

Locke half-jokingly led the six team members to rush towards the ogre warriors.

Not far away, the seven eagle members had already engaged in a confrontation with the two-headed Cerberus.

"The two of us are going to support the Black Hounds, and you are going to support the Seven Eagles!"

The five adventurers from the team below the Ancestral Green level, whose own strength had already reached the Ancestral Green level, were also quickly divided into two groups.

"It seems that the enemy in the air must be suppressed by our 'divine light'!"

"But that's too much."

Although the Ancestral Green Adventurer Team "Divine Light" is known for its ability to fight from a distance, it still seems impossible to deal with the incredible number of winged imps like a dark cloud with the strength of just eight people.

That's when it happened.

"Rain of Light!"

Countless rains of light condensed with divine power rushed towards the black clouds in the sky, and the surrounding air seemed to be purified to emit a faint blue fluorescence, and the gorgeous figures that appeared in the middle brought confidence to everyone on the battlefield.

"The demons that summon the little ghost clan will be solved by our generation, so you can destroy the minions as much as possible!"

The legendary warrior, the guardian of the Duchy of Basol, the Lord of Mighty Light, appeared on the battlefield and spoke in a majestic tone to the people of the "Divine Light".

"Yes!"

Because of the arrival of this trump card, the "Divine Light", whose morale had reached its peak, began to shoot down the winged imps in the sky with a swift attack.

With a shield sword wielding a shield and a crescent-shaped blade of light, Geous slashed through the dense winged imps and came to the Horned Demon.

"Ha, isn't this Geaus, it's really surprising that you have disappeared for a thousand years!"

The horned demon flapped its bat-like wings and laughed as if it had met an old friend, revealing its sharp fangs.

"It's also a surprise to meet you here, Belicado!"

Geous pointed his shield sword at his opponent.

"Since you will appear here as one of the twenty-four demon generals, it means that the instigator behind the scenes is the demon lord Jestarrot, one of the three demon kings!"

"Hahahaha, that lord is a more noble person than my king."

"What? How can it be! ”

Although the expression made of light did not change too strongly, anyone could see the horror that appeared on Geaus's face at this moment.

The name that came to mind was so shocking that Geous wanted to deny it as much as possible.

"Demon God Mondbaal?!"

"Hahaha, since the 'Green Sage' is dead, why should a powerful warrior like you stand on the side of the doomed human race, don't restrain your nature anymore, join our camp!"

Belicado opened his slender arms, which did not match the proportions of his body, and said in a friendly manner.

"Less dreaming! This is the place where my lord's heart and soul are condensed, and even if we sacrifice our lives, we must protect this place. ”

Geous swung his shield sword vigorously, cutting off all room for negotiation.

"Yes, it's a pity, so you should destroy with the human beings you cherish!"

Belicado shrugged his shoulders, his expression changing from friendly to vicious.

On the ground, the retreating soldiers used the walls of the Second District as a barrier to engage in offensive and defensive battles with the Monster Legion, and the adventurers with the last hope of humanity also faced off against the strong men of the Monster Legion on the corpse-strewn battlefield of the Third District.

High in the sky, the name of the demon god emerging from the conversation between Geous and Belicado seemed to lead the entire battlefield to a deeper darkness.

The battle to decide the fate of the Principality of Basol has entered its most critical phase.