A peaceful castle with a population of around 200,000 people. It's not a heavy industrial city, and everything is still traditional and pristine.

Because the weather was already very cold, there weren't many demons walking around the streets, and the primitive inhabitants of these demon realms were not poor for a day or two.

They have been exploited by the origin of magic, by the high-level demons, by the entire war system that has invaded other worlds, and they have long since lost their knowledge of what the word happiness means.

In the past, because of the dividends of the war, after winning the war, they still had some leftovers, but now that they have lost the war, they have immediately become poor cannon fodder no different from beggars.

Only a few people, dressed in tattered clothes, walked through the streets that had become very cold, and they all had a white mist when they breathed, and they had to wrap themselves tightly in those tattered leathers.

The high walls were covered with sharp barbs, and in the cracks of the barbs were carved various reinforced magical inscriptions.

Although it is not a strategic location, it is still a city wall. The walls of the city are hung with the flame banner of the origin of magic, gently swaying with the wind.

Behind the irregular, angular battlements of the city walls, some demonic soldiers stood in the cold wind doing their duty. They have to be prepared for an enemy attack, after all, there have been many strange legends that have been circulating lately.

Yes, the demons who had fled from other places crowded around the city, and all of a sudden, the already small food reserves here were strained to the point of despair.

Every demon is worried about their future, and even if the enemy doesn't attack, this winter they will have to kill each other to reduce their numbers to a critical point because of food.

This is the world of demons, this is the system of their world. War is not something that is forbidden in this country, and as long as there is a shortage of food, war will break out.

That's why the demons are naturally invading the Magic Continent, expanding and reducing their population to a point where their primitive farming can feed them.

War can reduce the population and expand the land, so the demons believe in war! The origin of magic opened the door to a new world for them, so they believed in this god, in the god who gave them hope.

But now it seems that the other continent is not an existence to be messed with, and the other party actually fought over, and beat the demonic army all the way to the point of fleeing, throwing away the armor......

In the past, war was a plunder for the demons, but now war is a desperate disaster for them, a bottomless hell.

"What about God's army?" Standing at the head of the city, a demon soldier looked at the dense crowd of refugees at the foot of the city wall, and asked his companions with some anxiety.

Not physically strong, he was selected to join the army not because he had any powerful magical powers, but because the soldiers of the demon world were depleted.

Soldiers like him could not have fought before, but now he was able to receive equipment, walk up the walls, and participate in the battle as a real soldier.

The armor on his body wasn't very beautiful, and it was a bit bigger on him, but it was the smallest size and the best armor that could be found.

The emaciated demon had carefully rubbed it after getting the armor, it had been rusty, and now it looked tattered and tattered, even though it was much brighter.

This kind of armor was probably the worst armor when the Arrant Empire still existed. Only the worst of the human armies are equipped with this kind of armor, and many would rather not wear it than put it on their bodies.

"This is a test God has given us." The other soldier was a devout believer, much taller because he was a true demon warrior. He turned out to be a soldier of the city's city guards, fighting tenaciously and fiercely, and was a powerful figure at the level of a squad leader.

At its most exaggerated, every warrior in this world is a fanatic believer in the origin of magic, and they are willing to use their lives to fight for the origin of magic.

It's a pity that most of those crazy believers have disappeared now. They disappeared around the Eye of Magic in droves, traveled to another world, and never returned.

At its peak, the expeditionary force of the Demon Realm once had an army of tens of millions, and if you count low-level demons such as demon dogs that can be driven by high-level demons, this number has to be added by a zero!

But now, the spectacular army is gone, and the elite army of the devil is gone, so that many people have a crisis of faith.

People still believe in the origin of magic, but they no longer believe in the means of "war". Many demons, especially those at the bottom, began to question that it was a mistake to start a war, or at least a lost war was a mistake.

"We don't need those enemies to attack us, as soon as the sky starts to snow, these refugees will find a way to rush into the city and eat everything they can eat." The emaciated soldier looked down at his fellow clansmen below the city walls and said worriedly.

"Let's take it one step at a time...... I've heard from the sturdy guys in the most advanced cities that those aliens are so powerful that they can kill our soldiers from far away. The strong demon was also worried, but he was worried that the enemy attack would cover the place before the weather turned cold.

He paused, thought of something, and then continued: "It was quite warm the other day, and these refugees can move in the wild...... It's starting to get cold these days, and even if we want to retreat, the weather won't allow it......"

"Let's hope those damned enemies, like us, will be trapped in the cold and wait for the weather to improve next year." The emaciated demon prayed to the god he believed in, the source of magic.

Just as he bowed his head in prayer, the stout demon looked up and saw a meteor shining with dazzling light. The eerie meteor pierced the sky, growing larger and larger in his perspective.

Then, a few hundred meters away, the meteor suddenly bloomed, as if it were a new sun, rising in this world.

Before the mighty demon could block out the light that prevented him from opening his eyes, the hot air vaporized his body. A huge heat wave spread, engulfing the walls, devouring the buildings, and devouring everything around them.

On the distant peaks, some of the refugees who continued to walk eastward felt something and looked back at the places they had passed.

In the next second, their eyes widened, because the familiar city had now turned into a huge cloud that steamed upward......

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The second one is a little more delayed and will be delivered tomorrow during the day.