The heavy door was slammed open from the inside, and a woman in red armor walked out of the room where she was resting.

The curls on her head fluttered slightly with her imposing steps, and the heels of her shoes clicked rhythmically against the not-so-flat stone floor.

"Why fight back at such a time? Gather the only remaining army, take away my reserves, and even consult with me? Irelia felt that she had had had enough of the dictatorship of the Magical Origin.

Although she was created by the origin of magic, she is also an individual with her own independent thinking. As the king of the demon race, from the day she was born, she had the responsibility to find a bright future for this race that did not belong to her.

She didn't know why after she became conscious, after gaining the approval of the demons, she was very dissatisfied with the practice of the origin of magic. But she just felt that the path that the magic origin guided the demons was not the right path at all.

So she tried hard to change all this, and even felt that she should surrender at an unfavorable time in order to preserve the continuation of the demon race.

But the magic source didn't agree with her decision at all, and soon put her, the "demon king", in an awkward position.

While she was wounded, the Magical Source took over the command of all the demon forces himself. Most of the demon forces that were originally scattered in various cities have now been transferred.

Manito, the most important port city of the devil, originally had 50,000 relatively elite garrisons, but now there were only a pitiful 20,000 left.

Although as the Demon Queen who had fought against the forces of the Iran Hill Empire, Aresia knew that even 50,000 elite demons would not be able to stop Iran Hill's attack, she still felt that it would be an unwise choice to abandon Manito like this.

"Your Majesty...... Things got tricky, and the Scouting Force we deployed in the north came back with the news that those humans had captured the Findor Plains...... Soon, they'll find out we're here. A demonic officer who came up to greet him, holding his helmet and bowing his head to report to Her Majesty the Queen, who had left the customs.

"How long is it expected?" Aresia was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked impatiently.

The demonic officer followed Aresia's pace with his helmet in his hand, and replied, "If they manage to occupy the entire Plain of Findor, they may find and attack us as soon as winter and next spring at the latest. ”

"So fast?" Aresia had just recovered from her injuries, and she had finally experienced the power of the Irlanhill Empire by attacking one of the fleets of the Irlanhill.

Just that fleet has allowed her to recuperate for so many days - although she didn't fight with all her might, the other side doesn't seem to be the main fleet.

In this case, she was weighing whether she still had the strength to go to the Findor Plains to fight. This kind of battle is all on her own, and another fight will make her weak for a while.

The last time she fought desperately, the Magic Eye took advantage of her absence, and transferred a large number of troops under her command, and this time if she disappeared for a few more days, it is estimated that there will be few demons known to her as a demon king.

"They have swarms of planes, and we have almost figured out the radius of this weapon, unfortunately, Your Majesty, you must get out of here as soon as possible." The demonic officer suggested with some nervousness, "Once they find out about it, there's a good chance they'll use that destructive weapon called a nuclear bomb...... That kind of thing is not made to occupy a city, it is made to destroy everything. ”

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the curly hair that trembled slightly with his steps, and felt that such beauty should not fall in a place like Manito: "We don't know when they will use this weapon...... Therefore, it is no longer suitable to stay here, which is already in a dangerous position. ”

Puerto Manito was once the largest port city of the Devil, and at its peak, steel battleships were launched every year.

Huge warships naturally need huge docks, and Manito's docks are arguably the largest and best in the demon world. The demons are here to produce their proudest steel warships, and use them to form powerful fleets.

Once upon a time, thousands of warships set off from here to make their way to the wizarding world. Countless demons stood guard on the shore and watched the fleet go away.

They waved their arms and cheered loudly as they saw off the soldiers on the fleet. These fleets are now wrecked, sunk in the icy ocean floor.

The majestic warriors on the battleship are now corpses, lying in the cold iron coffins called battleships, rotting at the bottom of the sea in the dark.

At this moment, Manito, which has lost its former glory, is still one of the largest ports in the demon world.

There are hundreds of thousands of demon-made production golems here, and they are working day and night to produce many vital demonic weapons.

For example, the Devil no longer has a few steel battleships, for example, the Demon Missile, for example, the Demon Bomber disguised as a B-17, can be produced here.

This can be said to be one of the most important industrial manufacturing bases of the Devil, and it is easy to give up.

In addition, it is also an important waterway hub for the Devil, from here along the coastline to the east, you can directly reach the Demon's other port city of Santoba, which is only a few hundred kilometers away from the Demon King City of Torias.

In other words, if the world map of the Demon Realm is in the hands of humans, the navy of Elanhill can directly attack the Demon King City along the coastline!

Therefore, for the demons, Manito is a strategic place that cannot be abandoned, or in other words, once Manito is captured, the demon's strategy will fall into a very unfavorable situation.

In this case, the Magic Eye also resolutely withdrew almost all the defensive forces, which made Aresia very dissatisfied.

"Gather the troops that can be assembled, I want to know how many soldiers we have left to fight...... Find a way to fight the humans on the Findor Plains and slow them down as they move south...... When winter comes, we'll talk to them again. Aresia commanded.

"They won't communicate with us, we have taken in more than 300,000 refugees, and food is already running out...... Your Majesty, everyone has brought back news that humanity is being wiped out. The officer said in despair: "They will not accept surrender." ”

"Then I'll talk to them personally!" Aresia paused, turned back and said, "Otherwise, you have a better way?" ”