When Burrison saw the demon city again, he was used to attacking all demons with his own weapons in their daily lives.

In the Demon Realm, a world unbound by the laws of war, the soldiers of Ellan Hill have the power to end the life of any demon.

Even if these demons are holding the banner of surrender, even if these demons no longer seem to have any decent ability to resist.

"Boom!" A huge explosion rose in the distance, and a cloud of black smoke billowed from behind the demon's castle and rushed into the sky.

This is a 155mm caliber self-propelled howitzer shell, and the power of the explosion is very powerful, especially when the opponent has not even raised the magic defense barrier.

The demonic house hit by the cannonball collapsed with a bang, and the surrounding houses crumbled with it. The demons in the city watched helplessly as the disaster befell them, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

They have lived under the rule of the Magical Origin for far too long, and even these demon races no longer have even the basic will to resist. They are submissive and take being ruled for granted.

Anyway, under the control of those demons controlled by the magic origin, their fate has been miserable to a certain extent.

Death was a relief for them - these ragged demonic civilians lived in slums and did not even have basic living guarantees.

Now, another group of powerful enemies has come over, and the other party does not give any way to live, and for these demons, there is nothing to complain about.

In the sky, an A-10 attack plane painted with Golden Eagle on its wings whizzed by, its heavy cannon spewing dazzling tongues of fire.

The dense ammunition cut through the streets like a butter knife, leaving a row of white smoke craters in the stone-paved streets.

On both sides of this row of craters were the corpses of demonic civilians who had just fled in a panic on the streets.

The corpses were shattered, not a single one intact, black blood spread throughout the street, and a disgusting smell permeated the air.

"Boom!" Another shell from a heavy artillery piece fell, smashed on the roof of a building, and blasted the entire building to pieces.

The thick wall instantly expanded under the ravages of the shock wave, and then fell back because of gravity, and everything inside disappeared with this expansion and contraction.

The streets of the once bustling Castlevania City have now become a sea of refugees, and they are being ravaged by all kinds of weapons in Ellan Hill without any sense of air defense.

In the sky, there are not only A-10 attack planes coming from afar, but also AC-130 aerial gunboats that have been hovering like vultures.

These huge fire support planes flew in a formation of three and circled around the city. The gunners on board the planes aimed their weapons at the target as much as they could, leaving white smoke trails in the city.

Countless shells fell at the feet of these attackers, who had become accustomed to the feeling of slaughtering their opponents.

Along the way, as the main force of the attack, they have destroyed too many demonic ground targets. Including retreating refugees, including those left behind, including retreating demon soldiers, and also including those who stayed behind......

Just now, several A-10 attack aircraft destroyed the walls of this demonic city, and the bombshells left huge gaps in the walls.

Alan Hill's ground armoured forces have taken control of these breaches and have established their own points of fire on the surrounding cities.

The hundreds of demon soldiers who were originally stationed on the city wall have all been killed on the spot when they surrendered, and those who resisted have been wiped out. The rest are still lingering on some of the walls in the distance, and there is no threat at all.

Now, Burrison is sending his company into the city, and they are armed with their weapons, and they will subconsciously pull the trigger on whatever target they see.

Dressed in heavy power armor, these Irlanhill heavy grenadiers advance step by step, firing their own ammunition at all suspicious buildings.

They would carry 200 mm bazookas and fire at distant buildings, blasting their targets into rubble in an instant.

Buildings that didn't know if there was anyone inside crashed down, and the dust rolled up engulfed all the surrounding streets.

In such a very difficult environment, the soldiers of Elanhill easily found their target through heat sensitivity, and then opened fire with a burst of fire, causing the sound of gunfire to echo throughout the city.

A huge black Irranhill Imperial Eagle Flag was placed on the city walls, and Air Force planes flew over the flag and made a gesture of swinging their wings as a sign of respect.

The low-flying planes then dropped bombs at the far ends of the city's streets, turning them into huge craters of steaming air.

The whole city is like a lamb to the slaughter, or rather a lump of rotten meat that has been crushed by a kitchen knife.

It doesn't groan, it doesn't resist, it just sits there obediently, waiting for the cruel end.

And for the soldiers of Irlanhill, they don't feel that they are doing a cruel thing, they are on a mission to destroy all the enemies who may have invaded their country!

This is war, this is brutal war. Whether it is the slaughter of the demons when they are victorious, or the revenge of Iran Hill when they are victorious, it is countless lives that will eventually fill the grave.

Whether these beings are good or bad, there is no difference between bullets and swords.

"Keep going!" Burrison gave orders to his men, and they continued forward with their weapons in hand, firing from time to time, knocking the fleeing demons that had flashed in front of them to the ground.

They staggered forward step by step on black blood and crumbling rubble, as if walking on a beach made of flesh and mud.

"Clear the neighborhood streets! The follow-up troops are going to spend the night here, and we can't leave them with a single demon that could pose a threat! As Burrison walked forward, he reminded his men not to be merciful.

As a result, his subordinates all laughed, who could sleep peacefully in such a place where there were ruins everywhere, corpses lying in between, and black blood dried up?

Follow-up troops? At most, the follow-up troops camped outside the city and honestly set up tents for the night.

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The second is a little later, and you can watch it tomorrow morning

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