But any battle initiated by a demon will not have any rules. Here you will never wait for formations, battle lines, flags and drums of war. They are representatives of chaos, possessing boundless rage, representing the most utter devastating fervor in the universe. This enthusiasm drives them to attack, so that they do not feel fear, and they have no plans for the future other than destruction.

At first, it was just a sporadic demon wandering near the front line, and when they saw the devil, they rushed up and either crashed into a trap or were killed by a weapon such as a heavy crossbow. Then the demons will be enraged, and the outburst of anger will cause them to attack, one after the other, and they will not give up. And with the ever-increasing scale of the attack, the demons will eventually form a terrifying wave. All kinds of demons will form armies under the fervor of the bottomless abyss. This army, except for the six-armed snake demon and the super rear where the high-level demon sits, is almost all death squads.

Looking out from the high cliff edge of the siege weapons camp, the demons covered the ground, and the way they attacked was like a brush that smeared chaos and black directly onto the land of hell, rough but very powerful. From the horizon to the front of the Devil's Line, which is about fifteen hundred meters, most of Feige's vision is occupied by demons.

He tapped his leg, and there was an uncontrollable tremor there. It's a mixture of fear and excitement, and it's okay to say it's nervous and excited. When the black-pressed demon army crashed into the devil's reddish front, he seemed to hear a loud sound of a hammer colliding with a golden bell in his heart. "Launch trebuchets, normal speed!"

The steel alloy trebuchet came into operation, and the sudden effect of the gravity circle made the hard arm make an overwhelming sound. The projectile rises into the air, crosses the defensive line, and crashes into the enemy line with unstoppable momentum. Explosions, burning, shards raining down in all directions, flesh being stripped from bones, death spreading.

"Reload, turn the rocker!" Fei Qi shouted, "Hold the pace!"

The Devil's Army is a highly efficient killing machine organized with discipline, and its power is evident from the very beginning of the battle. On the front line, the Barbs flatten their machetes in a formidable array of guns, supporting the first line of the two sides with their rock-solid feet. The Bone Demon is located in the third row of the Barb Demon battle line, which happens to be the easiest place for its extra-long bone tail needle to play, each attack is as fast and powerful as a scorpion, and each attack creates an opportunity for the Barb Demon to replenish the first row of battle lines.

However, it is not the Barb Demon and the Bone Demon that cause the most damage on the battlefield, but the Inferior Demon. Their role is simple: to rush to the front to deal with the enemies who are knocked down by the front row. Demons are evil creatures like demons, and evil is very tough and difficult to kill with one or two attacks. When the bad demons see their wounded enemies, they rush forward without hesitation, just as hungry ghosts see food. Their low, mud-like bodies can be slipped through the barbs, ignoring the trampling that might form, trying to kill the wounded as quickly as possible to secure the victory.

When the front lines collide and a stalemate begins, the demons' numerical advantage is negated in that instant. However, in the next moment, the demons flew up. Soul Eaters are the most abundant of the flying demons, and they are monsters with fangs in their mouths, scales all over their bodies, and bat-wings on their backs. The long arms end in sharp claws, and the edges of the bat's wings also have jagged-like bumps, which are ideal for fly-through attacks. And the devil's side did not show weakness, and the bone demons took off to fight them, leaving the ground battlefield to those who could not fly Barb Demons, Babu Demons, Inferior Demons, and Cowardly Demons......

The bloody storm was unfolding right in front of our eyes, and in just a few minutes, thousands of deaths occurred. In the bloody battle, life is like a stalk under a sickle that is cut down in pieces, and a human head rolls down like a grain of sand that cannot be held. It's as if Feige sees a large combine, with demons and devils on one end and death on the other.

"Keep shooting!" Feige shouted at first, but after half an hour, he moved a chair and sat on the edge of the cliff, watched quietly, and sat like this for more than six hours. The excitement, nervousness, fear, and excitement at the beginning are all gone now, only bloody battles, simple war scenes. Killing and dying have become so common that they can no longer cause too many mood swings. He simply looked at the battlefield, listened to the mechanical sound of the trebuchet beside him, and felt the rhythm of war formed by repeating it over and over again.

The battle goes on and on, and when the passion is exhausted, then the physical strength comes in. No matter how strong the ability is, how superb the martial arts and spells are, they are all crushed to slag in front of the war millstone. Feige saw the charging demons, and saw the joy of them cutting off the heads of their enemies, a pleasure that remained on their faces as they turned into bloodied heads in the hands of others. It's ironic, but that's the real side of the devil and the devil.

What about the mercenaries, those who had come to fight for wealth, power, knowledge, or even love, for whatever reason, or even love? Unlike the devils, who were not driven by the forces of hell and therefore did not have the same reason to die as the demons and barbed demons, they should have been more flexible. However, the situation of the war never changes by the will of individuals, not that they do not want to retreat a little and regroup, but they cannot retreat at all. The battlefield is too scorched, and if you turn back and retreat, you will be killed immediately, and the only way to survive is to hold on and win the war before you die of exhaustion. But on the other side, there are millions of demons who are moving forward and forward, and behind them are millions of demons moving forward and forward, and there is no place to hide. It's like two continental plates colliding, or corpses being pushed up into mountains, or life being crushed down into an abyss, and there's no other possibility.

"Enemy attack!" the gong sounded in his ears, and another soul eater broke through the line and flew towards the siege weapons camp. "Anti-aircraft crossbow, aim, wait...... Await...... Shoot!" Feige sat in his chair and didn't move, because the forty soul eaters were still within the power of the anti-aircraft crossbow, and he didn't need to shoot at all. Casting spells consumes mana, and it is likely that you will be injured by mistake in hand-to-hand combat, so it is better to be still than to be still.

Watching this bloody battle made Feige understand a truth: war is cruel and merciless, its essence is attrition, persistence and timing, and nothing else. That's enough to turn him into a cold-blooded commander while he's using Eagle Eye meditation to find fighters. A demon was not far away, holding an endless quill, recording the results of their camp with red symbols. This time the siege weapons camp was too low-key, and it was unobtrusive. If it is okay in peacetime, but the scale of today's battle is very large, and that kind of "peacetime performance" is completely impossible to satisfy the commander of the horned demon commanding the war zone.

Two hours earlier, a demon had flown in and reminded Feige that "the current record is too far behind, so ...... need to be ", and the words behind it had turned into rotten flesh like its body, and it would no longer live in hell. From then on, the demon did not dare to fly over Feich's head or chirp around him, lest he end up in the same fate. The battle looked protracted, and Feige couldn't afford to lose his title of commander before it was over, and he had plenty of time to kill all the demons a hundred times. The devils in the entire camp didn't know what Feige's plans were, and if he sat like this and watched the battle, he would never end well.

A whole day had passed, and the location of the battlefield had changed several times, and now all the warriors had to climb over the corpses, step on the corpses to fight, and then fall down to become a part of it. The Bad Demons are struggling to carry corpses and clear the battlefield, but the lack of numbers has slowed down the work.

The low-level demons and devils suffered heavy losses, and the middle-level guys became the main force in the battle. Feige observed this and stood up, thinking it was time to make a move. "Tell the craftsman battalion to wake up, the Demon Realm Cannon is ready for the third level. I'll go to the front line and take a turn......"

Hearing the order, the barb nodded, and then ran down the hill to inform Kazmuk. Feige spread his wings and flew into battle, then disappeared into thin air. Stealth spells don't guarantee safety, and there are plenty of guys on both sides who can see through the illusion of stealth, but this can at least avoid the attention of a large number of low-level enemies.

He cut from the side of the battlefield and didn't participate in the fight at all, not even the kind of low-hanging fruit record. He can cut off the enemy's head with a single swing of his sword, but the time or two spent for this cannot be made up for later, and he is likely to be caught up and encircled, in short, the gain outweighs the loss.

Even if he tried his best to avoid engagement, he still couldn't avoid being attacked by spells, hit by weapons, and followed by a dozen frantic vultures. This half-human, half-vulture twisted monster with speed comparable to that of Lust Demon is parasitic with poisonous fungi all over its body, and it will release corrosive spore clouds when attacked or attacked. Once they get close, the results will be devastating.

Feige didn't bother to pay attention to the vultures, just begging not to come too far in the direction he was facing. He flew at full speed, casting the Tracking Eye spell along the way. This time, the target is not an enemy, but a number of key locations. Although the demonic army pushes forward in a chaotic manner, seemingly irregular, due to the limitations of the terrain, there will always be some relatively concentrated areas. And where the low-level demons die earlier, the stronger demons are more likely to appear somewhere. Even if it is a representative of chaos, as long as the demons are still fighting on the home turf of hell and have not conquered this place, then there is a pattern. Based on his observations, Feige constructed an algorithmic model called "Probability of Demon Appearance".

According to the algorithmic model, he laid out some tracking magic eyes. Monoculus spells rely on the elemental turbulence that pervades the battlefield to keep them alive, having no effect on their surroundings and being extremely inconspicuous. Looking everywhere, there are thousands of corpses on the ground, who would pay attention to a dark red spell eye? Feige looked behind him, there were too many enemies chasing him, and he had become a little dangerous, so he immediately turned around, rushed back behind the devil's battle line, and then teleported back to the siege weapons camp several times.

He walks towards the devil's cannon while treating his wounds with hell treatment. "Look at what! Get ready for the enemy's onslaught! Prepare five times more ammunition for trebuchets, and then all the men will be transported to the anti-aircraft crossbows!

Kazmuk was startled by Feige's shouting and quickly came back to his senses. He couldn't help but be amazed to see that Feiqi was covered in wounds, and at the same time he saw that these wounds were recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, far faster than the average desire demon could heal itself. He became more and more sure that "Commander Feiqi" was not an ordinary Lust Demon, and his various unusual behaviors were more like high-level demons, such as Horned Demons and even Deep Hell Purgatory. He bowed down respectfully and said to Feiqi, "My lord, the devil's cannon is ready. ”

"Show me the scroll again. Fitch held out his hand, and the fire dwarf presented a bloody scroll with both hands. "Is this the strongest fire spell in the treasury?"

"My lord, Hellflame is not only the strongest in the treasury, but also the strongest in the open market. "Kazmuk only dares to say that the open market is the strongest, because he has no way of knowing what kind of collection the big devils have. "Everyone in the camp artisans who knows how to spell has seen it, and they all agree that this spell is powerful. It invokes the power of the fire elemental plane to a certain extent, and then mixes it with Hell's aversion to chaotic creatures, resulting in a flame that can continue to burn on the demon. ”

"I don't ask the opinion of those spellcasters, I ask you. What do you think of being the head of the craftsmen?"

"It's going to please the grown-ups. Kazmuk said quickly.

"Good. Feige didn't lift his eyes as he spoke, keeping his eyes on the scroll. The Hellblaze scroll, as an "attachment" to the devil's cannon, has been following the cannon to eat ashes in the underground storehouse, and now it has finally waited for a user who knows how to use spells. Devils gain knowledge when they are born and ascend, but they are not good mages. And before he became a deep hell purgatory, the devil didn't have any extra energy to spend on spell research. The previous commanders of the siege weapons camp were all "punch and rush muscles", and only Feige was "spell kite".

"It's a good spell, but it could be improved. Isn't it better to use this part of the rune to increase the spell area? Well, it's not that difficult, and there is still time to modify it. ”

Feige did what he thought of, modifying the spell by inserting runes. He'd used this method to mess up other people's spells, and the same method could be used to improve the scrolls he had at hand - as long as his spells were more efficient, mana would naturally choose his new pathway, bypassing the previous rune parts. Feige was full of confidence, but the craftsmen were all terrified when they saw this.

If you don't play well, the spell may trigger a chain reaction of the devil's cannon, what if it explodes on the spot? The devil is not afraid of flames, and the fire dwarves may be spared, but the others are not completely fireproof! Kazmuk quietly gestured behind him, signaling the craftsmen to stay away, and used fireproof equipment and spells, while he himself could only stay by Feich's side, waiting for the judgment of fate. After Feige loaded the scroll, he soared into the air, levitating in the air, and used Eagle Eye meditation to observe the changes in the battlefield situation from afar.

After about half an hour, Feige finally waited for the moment when the demon further strengthened the combat power of the front line. The six-armed snake demon appeared at the end of the line of sight as the commander, and before them was the core army of the pig-headed soul demon and the strong man berserk war demon. The one-on-one combat power of these two demons is steadily superior to that of the Bone Demon, comparable to the Ice Demon, the former commander of the camp, and even slightly surpasses the Soul Judgment Demon.

Guys who are weaker than these demons are not worth wasting firepower, and those who are stronger than these are difficult to form effective damage, so the most suitable time for siege weapon battalions to play in a bloody battle is now. Fei Qi glanced at his position, the five-fold stock of projectiles next to the trebuchet had been completed, and the advance reserve of human resources had been completed accordingly, and it was indeed time.

"The Demon Realm Cannon is ready for the second level. Feige shouted, "Push up the slope and aim straight in the direction of 144!"

The demons immediately rushed up, pushing and pulling together to move the devil cannon. The spell turning part has been canceled, and the hanging shot has been abolished, so the devil cannon can only shoot directly. Feige had the craftsmen make ramps and brackets out of steel rails in the camp to push the devil's cannon to the top of the camp, almost flush with the giant trebuchet. Then he set the position of the commander-in-chief of the PF theater on the left to 0, and the front of him was fanned out one hundred and eighty degrees, and 144 was the right front.

"Bring the fire elemental gem up, Kazmuk will stay, and then ten inferior demons will be left behind, and one barb demon overseer. Yes, everyone else, you will affect the accuracy of the spell and the power of the shot!" Fitch came behind the devil's cannon and looked in the direction of aim, reducing the mathematical ability of the inferior demon by another rating. But it doesn't matter, at least the muzzle is within an acceptable margin of error, and this time the weapon is guided.

"The Berserker is here. When I finished firing, I immediately pushed the muzzle of the gun to my left, and I said stop. Also, while firing the second cannon, let the trebuchet come with five rounds of rapid fire. The target is up to them, but first focus on the mercenaries on the demon's side, and it's best not to let any of them go. ”

Feige had his hands on the Devil's Cannon, the largest magic weapon he had ever operated, and even the Magic Matrix was excited. "It's big and stupid, but as long as the firepower is strong enough, it's good!"

As the mana continued to enter, the runes on the barrel of the cannon emitted a distinct bright light. The runes that increase the power of the spell are the brightest, followed by the increase in range and attack range, and the part that occupies more than 60% of the light is the one that makes the spell bend. Whoever made this design for the devil probably didn't have a good heart. Causing the spell to form a parabola according to gravity, the mana consumed by this stupid method occupies about eighty percent of the entire devil cannon, far exceeding the mana reserve and recovery ability of ordinary devils, so it completely turns the devil cannon into a chicken rib weapon. The spell fired has no substance, and should refract like light, not trebuchet projectiles!

Feige was at the top, watching the berserkers squeeze into the demonic army, and had begun to speed up. He took a deep breath and shouted, "First stage launch!"