"All ready! Warriors on top of me, put those disgusting degenerates outside the walls! Magicians and scholars give me the same output as if they were dead! And the priests and priests, don't disconnect the purification for me! Tech warriors and archers have pulled me closer and fight again, control the magic crystal cannons and laser weapons! Don't let me see the deserters, or I'll kill one by one! Damn!"

The field commander on the city wall bent down, took out a laser pistol and blasted a degenerate who wanted to sneak attack, and a black firework suddenly exploded in the sky, the commander's face changed, and he directly turned on the mobile device behind him, and the blue light flashed and his figure retreated dozens of steps, "Dodge!"

The adjutant couldn't dodge, he was splashed, his skin instantly began to age and fall off, the whole person was filled with black mist, his eyes became blood-red, and he roared and pounced on the commander, the commander did not hesitate to pull the trigger and send him on the road, but a trace of pain and anger flashed in his eyes. But he quickly suppressed this hatred and buried it in his heart, and he knew: as a commander, he had to stay calm!

On the battlefield, the purification techniques of priests and priests flashed frequently, dispelling the fear brought by those who had fallen, and the magic crystal cannons that were never easily used in the past were all close to overloading, and the war machines of the entire civilization were running at full speed.

All for survival, for the transmission of the flame of civilization!

In the dwarven arsenal, everyone entered a state of semi-madness, working desperately, using manual labor to make up for the lack of mechanical capacity, batch after batch of weapons were manufactured and shipped to the front line, some dwarves passed out directly due to excessive fatigue, and plunged into the smelting pool, but no one had time to save him.

In the medical center, a large number of wounded are trying their best to return to the battlefield, and the seriously wounded who know that they are hopeless either choose to commit suicide and not waste precious medical resources, or they are full of anti-material bombs strapped to their bodies, and they rush to the battlefield to take away several degenerates and die after taking away several degenerates while the medical staff are not paying attention.

Countless magic explodes over the battlefield, and all kinds of large-scale scholarship slash across the battlefield like the scythe of death, and the whole battlefield seems to be transformed into a garden—a garden full of flowers watered with blood! Everyone in this garden is a gardener, planting flowers one by one until they become one of them.

The army of the Fallen and the Deformed pressed down on Daya Academy like a dark cloud, and they wanted to crush the last line of defense of humanity!"For Tiriskondor! for our family!"For Tiriskondor!

With the downward impact, Moss violently pierced the head of a deviant, and the energy shield in his hand blocked the tentacles stretched out by another deviant, and twisted his body, and his hand rose and fell, directly cutting off the tentacle that wanted to retract, and the black blood splattered on the shield and hissed.

One of the fallen mages in the shadows suddenly raised his staff and pointed it at Moss, "Toxic Nova!" with an unpleasant hissing in his voice.

"Evans!" "Understood!" Evans swept Moss away with a whip, and a green circle of light exploded there, creating a large pit on the ground corroded by toxins, and then he was thrown directly at the fallen mage, all the way to the shield against the attack, and slashed off his rotten grimace "Look so ugly, and play sneak attack, who gave you the courage?" Moss casually threw away the rotten shield.

Back inside the fortress, Moss and Evans sat down back to back, "Evans, we're also old partners, you tell you the truth, do you have confidence in this war?" Evans sighed "What can you do without confidence, is there a way out?" The two of them smiled bitterly in unison, and Moss took out a wine bottle "Take a sip!" "Mages don't drink, you should know." Moss didn't say much, and drank to himself. ”

"Alarm, alarm, red alert!Red alert!All personnel are in place at once!Immediately in place!" Moss and Evans read a look of horror from each other's eyes at the same time, "Red alert?!"

Inside the Tower of Astrology

"Guys, how is the seal prepared?" asked an old man in gray. Several other scholars and mages in the audience didn't speak, "That thing, it's not a seal, is it? Is it really okay to throw those three monsters into a thousand years from now?, we will probably become sinners of history!" The gray-robed old man sighed, "Do you think there will be us in history after casting this seal?"

The conference room suddenly burst into red light, "Guys, they're already here, let's get started." His hand slapped on the table, and a magic circle lit up under the feet of everyone present, and a powerful magic force began to gather......

Moss and Evans looked at the black clouds in the sky, their faces pale, "What a strong coercion, is the Three Ancestor Demons here?!" Evans muttered

Just as the master of this coercion was about to descend, a huge magic array suddenly appeared on the entire battlefield, and with a flash of blue light, the three ancestral demons and a group of human soldiers, and the degenerate distorted disappeared into this time and space.

The chairs in the conference room were also empty......