"Huh?"

In an instant, this heroic speech shocked everyone, including the Demon King himself.

Just now, he felt that his anger and grief were getting stronger and stronger in the screams and blood of the artillery fire, but he was also a little dazed.

As a person who has used his physical strength many times to achieve himself, the only thing he can think of is to once again let his consciousness try to completely manipulate his body and control the power of the demon king himself.

But this time was really different, it seemed that this time it really stirred up the remnant soul of Zieg Fried in this body.

In an instant, this body completely transformed into the once heroic and invincible Thirteen Princes.

It was only for a moment, but it was enough for the man to see the old man floating in the air and understand that the current war was raging and dead bodies were everywhere.

And, enough for him to make the most correct choice he could think of.

"Good!"

As if back in time, Kelly barely hesitated, forgetting that she had just worried about the hero because of a small assassin.

"And me—"

Father Alexander Anderson stepped forward, his two holy guns loaded, he was not prepared to take on a logistical role in the back in the first place, and he was already on the verge of death from the guilt and shame of his previous actions in provoking the war, and he needed glory and military exploits to clear it all for himself.

"I'll go too"

Jack adjusted his power claws, indifferently watching the distant sky filled with explosions and gunpowder smoke, turning an eerie dark red.

"I just handed Celia over to Hank, who had taken refuge underground."

"We'll go too!"

With Jack taking the lead, following the demon king all the way to the present, many of the soldiers have stood up and voluntarily walked in front of the demon king, willing to fight side by side with him.

"Alright then, the rest of the time to strengthen the city defenses, I don't think our mage friends will last long!"

The possession state is so bad, the remnant soul of the demon king will make Liu Xinming feel that he can't speak well, an extremely strange way of speaking, but it can always inexplicably resonate with the people around him and boost morale, which is an unsolved mystery.

"Kylie—"

With a shout, the mage in the sky looked at the vast number of warriors, and finally showed the familiar smile he once had.

"Remember to come back alive."

"[High Teleport]!"

When a flash of light flashed, the people disappeared in place, while others began to rush to prepare for the defense of the city.

They have only one goal, to hold on until the Demon King and the others come back after they have eliminated the mages and artillery units.

"George ——!"

Someone was shouting at the man who had insisted on using the telegraph scroll in the midst of the explosion.

The oldest soldier on the Bullet Farm, the oldest and most dedicated builder and maintainer of the entire Redemption City.

At this time, he was trying to contact Vulture City, and at this age, the man who had almost lost everything decided to do his last bit to protect what he could get.

"That's right! Very large quantities! I don't know how many exactly, but I'm not sure if you can solve it, but if there is no support! We're probably all done!"

The cannonballs exploded around him, and George ignored them, insisting on roaring at Saruman, the supreme magician of Vulture City, on the other side of the teleportation scroll, asking for all possible help to save his homeland.

The true warrior had been sheltered in some way, and the artillery and magic bombardment leveled the houses around him and lifted the ground, but the old man stood there calmly, sticking to his job, trying his best to explain the situation to the mages of Vulture City.

Responsibility is greater than life and death, so there is no fear of death. Mortal light, this moment is so dazzling.

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"Lord Blood God, as expected, after Old Joe's younger brother leaked the news to St. Giles of the Sigma Empire, almost half of the combat strength of the Sigma Empire is now approaching the City of Redemption under the command of all the senior generals."

Five hours before the first wave of attacks began, the Brass Throne, the current commander of the Third Legion, [Red Viper] Ahriman, was crouching respectfully under the tall throne, and the throne, which used to be extremely noisy and full of slaughter and death matches, was unexpectedly quiet, as if everyone had turned into statues, quietly listening to the war report of this excellent assassin, and wondering what Karn thought.

"Hmm."

Or maybe they should have thought that Karn wouldn't say anything until he knew it all, and they were just listening to what the Red Viper had just heard.

"The two marshals and St. Giles himself are in battle, Sigwald is not there, everything is as you would expect."

"Hmm—isn't that shemale prince here?"

"Ahh

Ahriman, who was asked, quickly responded, and his attitude was more humble.

"Yes, it should be because of the war between the northern Sigmar Empire and the Troll Realm."

- That's a bit boring.

Karn thought to himself as he knew Sigwald, after he began to serve and follow his master, the subspace god, the Sadistic Sadism that symbolized killing and death. Sigwald, the demon prince of Slaanesh, who symbolizes lust and pleasure, has always been very unhappy with the evil god that his master despises the most.

And "Betrayer" Karn, as the [Sadist] Demon Prince, has always wanted to kill this guy who is neither male nor female with his own hands, to please his bloodthirsty and murderous master, and also to accumulate an extremely valuable fresh skull for his path to godhood.

"Max will lose."

"Yes, Lord Blood, we have discovered this, no matter how strong Max the Savior of the War Lord of Redemption City is, his army is far from being able to withstand these armies, both in terms of quality and quantity."

"My lord, what are we going to do?"

Standing quietly on the sidelines, the butcher king Grimnir was almost unable to hold back his fighting spirit, and he was eager to go to war with some people, no matter who those people were, and the very fact that fighting was a pleasure for the war-thirsty dwarf.

"Do nothing."

Karn silently motioned for the Red Viper to stand aside, and he coldly raised his battle axe as he motioned to the believers who stood quietly under the throne.

It was a signal that in an instant, the almost never-ending battle began again, endlessly, endlessly, for believers to die for the desire for killing and blood and their faith.

"I'm still thinking a little bit about that man's limits."

His eyes were hidden under the helmet, as if he had seen through countless clouds and mist, and he was staring closely at the man who was better than him.

"Don't die, little prince."