Millions of demonic elite troops fought against 100,000 human expeditionary forces in the Storm Islands, and the demon king Aresia personally commanded and invested new weapons, but in the end, only to be defeated and flee.

Now, the total number of troops deployed by Ellen Hill in the Demon Realm has exceeded 400,000, and the combat strength of the Demon Army on the front line is only about 200,000.

This is a war that is destined for the demons to win, because the forces of the two sides are no longer the same.

While a white-robed acolyte of the gods was resting in the forest, recovering half of his mana, a thousand soldiers of Elanhill were already carrying their weapons and heading farther along the road.

They didn't have time to waste searching for these scattered enemies, they had to encircle the demons who were close to the front line of Ellanhill, and annihilate them in their path.

The dense Irlanhill soldiers had filled almost the entire war zone, and there was not much room left here for these white-robed god attendants to move around.

Although it is possible to hide temporarily in many dense forests, these white-robed men have no good way to hide until the main force of Ellan Hill leaves.

Because...... They are all pure energy bodies, and they still have pure energy bodies as powerful as the Great Magister! Mages can perceive their presence, and the closer they are, the more accurate their perception will be.

Just as the resting white-robed god attendant sat on a large rock and breathed the magical energy in his body, he found himself surrounded by several huge streams of energy.

He bowed his head slightly, and picked up his longsword from the stone beside him, and the long sword was not satisfied with the mottled gaps, which were all cut scars. He used this long sword to hack dozens of enemies to death, but the hard things on the enemy's body also caused many scars to his long sword.

Yes, chop steel helmets, chop epaulettes, chop bones, chop guns...... Many things can do damage to thin, sharp blades.

Opposite the white-robed man, a black-robed man with a smiling mask, a tradition that Greken had inherited from many magicians on the Magic Continent.

In the current Irlanhill Empire's mage troops, many mages are from Grecken or are apprentices of Grecken mages, so most of them are willing to wear a strange mask.

The man with the smile mask drew the long sword at his waist, the long sword forged from steel countless times shining brightly in the sunlight.

In the next second, his long sword was wrapped with light blue lightning, which proved that the inconspicuous man in front of him was a thunderbolt mage with strong combat power.

"Captain Elder Mentor of Magic Elan Hill...... It's a shame you're going to die here, demon! The man said as he stepped forward, as cold as the sharp sword in his hand.

"The strong...... You're too arrogant. Although his voice was dull, the white-robed god attendant still uttered a clear sentence from his mouth, which he called his mouth: "I am the god attendant...... Serve the gods! ”

Divine Attendant...... This was the first time that a male magician had heard each other's official names, and they had previously referred to each other as white-robed demons, or white-robed people.

"You want to keep me...... You...... Unworthy! Looking at the black-robed magician opposite, this divine attendant still maintained the pride of his strong man, he held the long sword, stood up, and said in a low tone.

After all, he was a powerful being close to the Great Magus, and the high-level mage of Ellan Hill in front of him was just an ordinary powerhouse who had just been promoted to a Magister.

"It's not up to you to decide whether you are worthy or not." Next to the black-robed male magician, an old man with no mask and a wrinkled face walked out hunched over a magic wand.

He also wears a black robe with a golden eagle embroidered on his back. Not every magician is a warrior with a long sword, and the profession of magician is also doomed, and many magicians are no longer old enough to charge into battle.

It's just that on the other side of the white-robed man, another white-robed man suddenly appeared, he was also carrying a long sword, and a trace of pride could be heard in his voice: "Actually, it was you who fell into the ambush!" ”

"Oh? What the? The old man had a smile on his face, and when he asked this question, several black-robed magicians came out of the surrounding woodland with long swords.

There were more and more of them, and eventually there were dozens. Each of these magicians used to be a powerful fighting force, but now that they have gathered together, their power is naturally even stronger.

Obviously, the white-robed man didn't realize that in order to exterminate the two of them, the other party had dispatched so many people!

For him, the situation is getting tricky. He was not sure that he would get rid of these dangerous magicians, and if he delayed, more enemies would surround him.

"Thunder!" The white-robed god attendant stopped talking nonsense, he reached forward with one hand, and condensed a huge magic array in his palm. It was a familiar fight, and that made him feel reassured.

In the previous tragic battles, humans always took out some weapons that made him at a loss, and the battles between the two sides were not ordinary magical battles, but more like physical competitions that purely consumed each other's magical energy.

In this case, although the white-robed god attendant killed a lot of humans, his own magic consumption was also a lot. Now, the fight was in a familiar rhythm that made him more confident.

However, this confidence did not last even 3 seconds before it was shattered by a sudden gunshot. He turned his face sideways and saw his companion, the god-attendant whose magic had consumed two-thirds of his power.

Then he saw that there was an extra hole in the dirty white robe of the god attendant, a hole that pierced the eyes.

It was a large-caliber sniper rifle, and it was naturally very powerful. The most unfortunate thing is that the god attendant who was hit in the body is using all his strength to attack the opponent in front of him, completely unaware that there will be an attack team without magic lurking in the flank and behind!

"You ......" found that the other party had made the deceitful god attendant angry, and the magic power of the god attendant around him began to be disordered, although the blow just now was not immediately fatal, the damage it could bring was definitely not small.

"I'm sorry, but we're not here to duel." One of the leading officers of the Elan Hill Wizards had a wicked smile on his face, and he defended himself as he provoked his opponent.