Two F-15 fighter jets outside the window escorted the far end of the royal airliner, with slender and sharp AIM-120 air-to-air missiles hanging under the wings.

The golden eagle emblem glittered in the sunlight, and Chris leaned back in his place, slowly closing his eyes.

Luther waved his hand slightly, and the two deputy ministers immediately withdrew. Luther took the blanket from the flight attendant behind him and gently placed it over Chris's body.

"Luther, do you think I'm cold-blooded?" Chris didn't open his eyes and asked Luther, who had covered him with a blanket.

Although Chris is determined to take bloody revenge on the demons of the other world, he still has not made up his mind in his heart.

This is also the reason why, from just now until now, he has been tapping his armrest with his fingers.

Luther bowed slightly, and replied naturally, "No, your mercy is everywhere...... It is because of your infinite love for your subjects that such a strong hatred is planted in your heart. ”

"Actually, I'm not as good as you say, Luther." Chris still didn't open his eyes: "I let the soldiers go to the front line to fight, and I always have to give them an explanation." They didn't go to the demon realm for themselves, they did it for the righteousness in their hearts. ”

……

"Well, now everyone has seen the order from the High Command of the Expeditionary Force." Burrison stood in front of his platoon commanders with a solemn expression, and said, "Do you see the name of the order signed on it?" ”

"Yes, sir! This is an order from His Majesty the Emperor! A platoon commander let out a sigh of relief and said, "Since it is an order from His Majesty the Emperor, then we don't have any mental burden. ”

"Get the soldiers ready for action." Burrison waved to all the officers in front of him, signaling for them to go back to their units: "Give me 10 minutes." ”

He didn't let anyone follow him, but walked back to the intersection in front of the town.

The demon officer was still standing, waiting for his end. Burrison walked over step by step, the iron boots on the heavy power exoskeleton stomping on the soft dirt road with a muffled sound.

His hands trembled slightly, and when he stood in front of the demon officer who looked young, but not necessarily younger than him, he felt that his vocal cords were dry and could not make a sound.

Still, he opened his mouth and said what he wanted to say through the microphone on his lips in the calmest voice possible.

The voice didn't sound very nice to the ears of the demon on the other side: "I'm sorry, I just received an order, our army is going to attack this town, you have ten minutes to get people out of here now." You can retreat to the east, my men will not pursue for the next day, and if you insist on staying here, then I will be ordered to open fire on you and all the demons behind you. ”

"You, what does that mean? You just said to me......" The demon's face turned pale for some reason, and he pointed at the Iran Hill Heavy Grenadier behind Burrison, his contorted face full of bitterness.

Once, his ancestors were the victors, and they could wreak havoc on the magical continent and see as if they were about to defeat the poor natives who had made no progress for thousands of years.

But now, they have become the party destroyed by the war. The enemies who had tried their best to stop them were standing at their doorstep, asking them to get out of their homes where they had lived for thousands of years.

By any measure, it's a kind of irony, a kind of black humor that makes people feel ridiculous.

So he wanted to emphasize it again, to emphasize his position again: "I am on the orders of His Majesty the Demon King...... Just standing here......"

"I'm sorry, sir! If you insist on wasting your time here...... Then it's better to find a weapon now! When I come back, you can use it to tell me about your grievances. Burrison coldly interrupted the other man.

Then he took two steps back, and as if remembering something, he added, "And ...... What is the order of His Majesty the Demon King, that's your business! All I know is that next, I will carry out the orders of His Majesty the Emperor! ”

"Get out of here with your people! Don't look back! The demon officer saw Burrison, who had retreated step by step to his starting position, and commanded the female succubus who had returned to him with a calm face: "Go as far as you can." ”

"How far can we, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, go?" The succubus snorted miserably, and his overly bewitching face was full of unwillingness: "What are these bastards rampant?" The origin of magic is the only truth in this world......"

"You'd better hurry up! We may not have much time left. The demon officer didn't even look at the succubus beside him: "They said 10 minutes, I don't know how long it is, but it can't be too long." ”

He had already seen that the human weapons and equipment in the distance had begun to be activated. Just from the sound of the engines of those equipment, you can hear that the other party is obviously real.

Then the demon turned around, squeezed into the crowd, and finally walked back to the junction of the town, carrying a stick.

It was the best weapon he could find, and at this time he missed the sword he had given to someone else.

As the only warrior here, he stood there like this, the armor on his body shining brightly. He was on the stick with countless demonic civilians behind him, and in front of him were the human grenadiers who were preparing to attack.

He didn't know how his ancestors had enslaved those who had failed on the Magic Continent, he only knew that his heart was full of grief and indignation at this moment, and he had never thought that he would surrender to the enemy, let alone that the enemy would refuse his surrender......

"Long live the Origin of Magic." He thought silently in his mind, and then a maniacal smile appeared on his face.

"Let the artillery fire...... They didn't seem to have any intention of retreating. Burrison gave the order to attack with all his strength.

The next second, a hate-filled cannonball landed in the demonic town, and Burrison's eyes were covered by an explosion, as if everything was no longer real.

With the explosion of the semblance, a figure with a stick charged at them, and Burrison relaxed a little, picked up his weapon, and met the lonely figure.

Behind a figure, there was flames; Behind a man, it's all steel.