"I'm sorry! We're not the same! "The soldier of the Demon Servant Army who stabbed this deadly sword is the same demon who sharpened his sword before.

He felt that fighting for the strong was the meaning of the existence of demons, and he believed that since the Ran Hill Empire was stronger than the source of magic, the source of magic should be eliminated.

That's exactly what the Magical Origin had instilled in these demons: there was no shame in invading others, and destruction itself wasn't a cruel choice.

The origin of magic has made these demons accept the absolute idea of the law of the jungle as much as possible, let these demons respect the strong, and let them survive cruelly according to the law of the jungle.

Slaughtering other races and tempting those fallen traitors are all things that are taken for granted in the teachings taught to the demons by the origin of magic. Because of this, these demons finally transformed into what they are today.

It is precisely because of such words and deeds that the expansion of the previous demons is so invincible and devastating.

It's a pity that against the invasion of the Magic Continent, the demon was defeated. The rhetoric of the survival of the fittest in the origin of magic immediately became full of flaws.

The myth of invincibility has been shattered, and the myth that the origin of magic is God and the master of the world has become a joke.

Many demons have only shaken their faith, but there are also many demons who have perpetuated their faith.

Didn't your magical origin say that the strongest is worth following? Then it makes more sense to follow the human empire Ellan Hill, isn't it?

Didn't your magical origin say that only victory is noble, and defeat is the original sin? Then it is better to follow the noble Iran Hill than to fail in the origin of magic, right?

"How...... How could it be different......" The Demonic Rout Officer, who had been pierced through the stomach by a sword, knew that he was finished, staggered back, and muttered with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He really couldn't believe that these demon soldiers, who looked far less brave than him, could burst out with such a powerful fighting force under the protection of armor and shields.

The soldiers of these servant armies draw their swords cleanly, and they actually contain many exquisite cold weapon fighting skills.

It is naturally impossible for the officers who are already dying to know that these exquisite cold weapon fighting skills are practical tactics that have been summarized and perfected for thousands of years on another planet.

Of course, he couldn't understand that those simple tactical actions of blocking the sword actually contained all kinds of subtle truths.

Only when you are confident in the weapon in your hand will you be able to use this most concise technical and tactical move. The user must have full confidence that the shield in his hand can block the opponent's attack, so that he can face the sharp blade of the enemy's slashing so calmly.

This is exactly what the weapons and armor provided by the Ranhill Empire have brought to these servant army recruits: they believe that the weapons in their hands are better and stronger than their opponents!

It is with this confidence that they will use their shields to block their opponents' attacks, and then find a good angle to kill those difficult enemies with one blow.

"We have been ordered not to loot demonic civilians! You can't eat humans or demons anymore! One of the servant soldiers proudly emphasized.

This was his favorite ban, and he felt that it was with such a ban that the demon clan could finally be classified as "civilized".

"What is there to sympathize with those who are weak?" The stout demon asked hysterically. Black blood trickled down his fingers and dripped onto the ground, drop after drop.

This sword obviously hurt him a lot, causing this seemingly powerful demon officer to lose most of his combat effectiveness.

As he screamed hysterically, behind him, several demonic soldiers who had lost their cover were killed one after another by the surrounding servant soldiers.

The Demon Router, which was already at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, has now become even more sparse. They shook their swords back and forth nervously, back to back, fearing that if they were not careful, they would become the next unlucky ghost to be hacked to death.

"What about the origin of magic? What is there to sympathize with about it? A soldier of the Demon Servant Army asked rhetorically.

Now that the origin of magic is in front of the Iran Hill Empire, it is a complete weakling, and according to the theory it has instilled in the demon clan, the current origin of magic is naturally not worthy of sympathy at all.

"......" Suddenly, the leader of this demonic rout actually felt that he was at a loss for words. He wanted to refute his opponent, but the facts made it impossible for him to speak.

Even, he couldn't take care of his aching abdomen a little, and desperately wanted to find a place in words.

Finally he began to speak, "How do you know that the Great Magical Origin has lost? It may just be gathering strength, and you will soon be defeated! ”

In fact, when he said these words, even he himself did not quite believe what he said.

Even a die-hard loyalist like him could already see that the origin of magic was already very passive. Those once elite demon troops have all been lost, and even the most elite Divine Attendant troops don't seem to be able to change the tide of battle!

Or, the next counterattack against the Origin of Magic can be won, but even if it is won, it will not be decided by a partial victory at the level of the entire war.

Even the most optimistic demons know that they are going to lose this war nine times out of ten: the reason is actually very simple, in the previous battle on the magic continent, the demon army was superior, and he still lost a fine light, not to mention that this time the demon has been driven back to the demon world, and the local passive defense battle, the situation is very not optimistic.

"So, how do you know that it didn't lose?" The demon of the servant army is not a fool either, someone immediately asked rhetorically.

At this moment when the deafening rhetorical question confused the minds of these routed soldiers, the soldiers of the Demon Servant Army swarmed up and raised their axes and swords in their hands.

Smoke billows from the lit houses, and the whole village seems to be quiet again. The corpses of the dead soldiers were still lying at the entrance to the village, and a drone flew over the treetops, with a slight buzzing sound, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The demonic officer who fell to the ground with his stomach clutched was long gone, and he had several wounds on his body, each of which was fatal.

In his lifetime, he also had a dying struggle, but unfortunately, his struggles were all in vain. Eventually, he was killed by the sword and fell to the clearing at the entrance of the village he had tried to plunder.

A battle just started quickly and ended hastily. The soldiers of the Demon Servant Army, who had wiped out these routs, were simply cleaning up the battlefield.

The bodies of the civilians were also gathered away and buried separately from the demonic routs. This is also a requirement from above, the Demon Servants must clean up the battlefield and bury the bodies of the dead.

Originally, demons did not bury corpses, they emphasized the idea of a celestial burial: according to their simple values, these corpses were food, which could be eaten by themselves before decaying, and could also be left for demon dogs or other demonic beasts to enjoy after decaying.

And after defecting to the Irlanhill Empire, these servants could only follow the local customs and began to bury the bodies of the dead on the battlefield.

Obviously, from the perspective of health and epidemic prevention, burying the corpse is definitely a very meaningful thing.

The same village, the village of demons, is different from the village of humans, but there are many similarities between the two.

On the Magic Continent, an unknown small village, like the demon village in front of you, has regained its tranquility and gained a new life.

When Hector jumped off his dragon again, the village in front of him had changed.

The special medicine and plague vaccine he sent saved the people here from the sickle of death.

At this moment, these refugees are happily celebrating their luck, and when they see Hecht, they no longer have the same nervousness as before.

For the refugees in the south, they are finally beginning to agree that those Irlanhires from the north are their liberators and saviors.

"The gods are above! Your Excellency, you're back safely! When the old man saw Hector jumping off the dragon, he stepped forward and bowed deeply, and said, "The great God of Creation will always protect you, who are benevolent and benevolent. ”

"Thank you." Hector came back this time and brought a lot of cheap food. These foods are not very delicate, but they are better than being filling.

A box of instant noodles is enough for the people in this village to make do with a meal. What's more, for these locals, instant noodles are simply heavenly delicacy.

You know, these refugees haven't had enough to eat for a long time, not to mention the flavorful noodles, even the instant noodle soup with a layer of oil flowers floating on it, which is enough to make people salivate.

"I have a limited amount of weight, and my mount is already overstretched. So this time, I was only able to bring back some instant noodles, and some compressed cookies. Looking at the hopeful eyes of the villagers, Hector explained with a slightly red face.

He felt full of guilt, and for a moment, he felt that if he worked harder, and let his beloved mount carry more food, he could make the life of the villagers here better.

"I'm sorry if I tried harder...... after a few seconds, he finally scratched his head and apologized to the villagers.

Who knows, the old man in front of him interrupted his words and thanked him: "You don't have to be too reluctant! My lord! We are so grateful that you have sent us hope at a time when we are about to die...... Yes, hopefully...... It's something more precious than gold! ”

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