Chapter 1444: If you have something to do today, you can only change it, sorry, sorry

Demogorgen's sideways intervention finally frustrated Balzefin's plan, so he had to use his army to fight Miska!

The total strength of both sides reached a staggering 23 million, and it would take at least three days for such a large army to be launched, so it was impossible for the battle to end in a short time from the beginning.

"It's time for the show!" After receiving the news that Barzefin and Miska were in full swing, Soram knew that his chance had come!

On the third day of the battle between Barzefin and Miska, Solam's army, which had been preparing for months, was finally dispatched.

On one side is the unprepared Devil's Fortress, on the other side is Solam's carefully prepared offensive, in the case of mental calculation or unintentional, the Devil's side lost three fortresses in a very short period of time, and at the same time more fortresses began to panic, and for a time the atmosphere on the Devil's side became extremely tense!

"Offensive !!!" In front of the Frostwolf Legion, thirty Frostwolf subgroups drove the boundless cowardly cannon fodder to the Devil's Fortress in front.

This is the sixth siege of the city, and before that, the devil's fortress in front of the Frostwolf Legion has been fighting for five days and five nights, as the most savage and brutal of all the Sons of Solam's legions, their temperament is most similar to other demons, and even surpasses it. They never cared about the casualties of cannon fodder, and they didn't even care about their own life and death.

In these six sieges, at least three frostwolf regiments were completely wiped out, and even three companies of the frostwolf regiment itself completely lost their combat effectiveness, but as the commander of the frostwolf regiment, Riemanrus still did not stop, since they arrived at this fortress, the attack has never stopped, and the intensity is still rising all the time.

"Prepare for the Bloodthirsty !!"

This is the Legion of the Sons of a Thousand Creations who accompany the Frostwolf Legion, as the only legion of all the Sons of Solam Legion with full mages, they rarely go to the battlefield in person, they are more used as a turret, or as they are now, to bless the cowardly cannon fodder in front of them with various states.

With the blessing of thousands of demon mages, tens of thousands of cowardly demons began to have red eyes, and blood from their mouths and noses frantically pounded the crumbling walls of the Devil's Fortress.

The Devil's Fortress is indeed well defended, and the Devil is indeed the best warrior, they are cold-blooded and disciplined. But that doesn't change the fact that the devils are tired! Although the devil has moved away from the realm of mortal things and is more of a divine creature, one thing cannot be changed, that is, they are still flesh and blood creatures, they need to rest, and they will be tired.

But since the arrival of the Children of Thousand Creations and the Frostwolf Legion, for five days and five nights, the demons in the fortress have not stopped for a moment, as long as they have the slightest slackness, they may make a big mistake. The previous few frostwolf companies and sub-regiments saw the weak point of the devil's defense, so they killed the city wall, and finally suffered heavy losses when the devil counterattacked. A few frost wolf regiments and companies have suffered heavy losses, but the devil has paid an even greater price for driving these vicious demons off the city wall! Therefore, in order not to give the enemy a chance, the devil of the fortress can only brace his spirits and not relax for a moment.

This really didn't give the Frostwolf Legion any more chance, but the devils couldn't bear it, not to mention fighting for five days and five nights, just doing nothing, just sitting in place and playing cards for five days and five nights was enough to bear. So now the devil inside the fortress has reached the end of his crossbow.

"It's about time, it's up to you, don't drop the chain for me at this time." In a large tent not too far from the city wall, the commander of the Frostwolf Legion, Riemanrus, slammed the horn cup in his hand on the table, and said to Magnus, who was holding a book from somewhere.

Magnus has always considered himself a scholar, according to their father's explanation, a scholar is an intellectual, a person with a forced character, not to be compared with the average rough person, the language must be elegant, not swearing, although Magnus rummaged through various classics and did not figure out what this 'forced character' is, but since his father said it, there is, and it sounds very powerful.

It is precisely because of this realization that Magnus has always looked down on Riemanrus, this guy is too rude. Not only did he never care about his personal hygiene, but he also babbled about everything, looking like a turtle who had never seen the world.

"Rude!" Magnus muttered quietly.

"What?" Riemannus didn't hear it, so he tilted his head and asked.

"It's nothing, I said you can just see!" It's not that Magnus didn't complain about his various shortcomings to Riemannus, but since he was beaten half to death for the first time, Magnus decided to only scold her secretly behind her back in the future, and definitely not to look for death in front of him.

It's a bit bad to say to your face that others aren't. Magnus comforted himself.

Not to mention the day-to-day interactions between the two brothers, the final assault began when Riemanruth felt the time was right.

With the order of Riemanrus, the twelve Dalian of the Frost Wolf Legion began to prepare for the battle, and the establishment of the Frost Wolf Legion was made up by Riemanrus himself, which was completely different from other legions, and most of the other legions were in a wing system. Only Riemann Ruth is the so-called Dalian team system, and there are several companies under each Dalian team, and Solam sometimes can't understand what his son thinks, is it more powerful to add a big word to the company?

On the other hand, Magnus's son of Chiso is also ready.

In total, nearly a thousand Sons of a Thousand Sons of Demonic Warlocks gathered around a high platform, and Magnus stepped onto the platform.

He raised his artifact, the Spear of Thousand Creations, and chanted a series of languages that no one understood except himself, and then the original violent primordial magic abilities in the space began to gradually gather towards him, and at this time, the children of Thousand Creations below also began to chant spells and began to cast spells with the help of the magical energy gathered by Magnus.

For a while, the space above the high platform began to distort on a large scale as the magic progressed, and all kinds of bizarre scenes flashed like slides in the distortion, and as the spell approached the end, finally the space near the high platform began to shatter, and finally a huge irregular circular crack appeared above the high platform, and then a brilliant pillar of light rushed out of the crack and hit the walls of the Devil's Fortress.

There were no explosions, no wails, not even any sounds, anything that came into contact with this pillar of light was silently pulled, torn, crushed, and finally disappeared without a trace.

In the midst of this eerie silence, a huge gap appeared in the city wall!

The devils can't believe what is in front of them, it's so unreasonable!

"Kill !!" The devils are stupid, it doesn't mean that Riemanrus will also be stupid, after Magnus and the son of a thousand creations finished their spells, Riemanrus immediately ordered the whole army to assault.

The first is the air force of the Frostwolf Legion, led by the mutant Flomo under the seat of Riemanrus, and Carlos, the two-headed weaver of fate, led countless winged demons to kill the city wall from the sky, while the ground troops of the Frostwolf Legion slaughtered into the fortress under the cover of the air force.

This fortress is finished!

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