"Blood for blood, that's the rule!" His hands continued to exert his strength, and his heart was still burning with endless anger, and the Demon King didn't care about Lao Qiao's vague threat at all.

Finally, with a strange click, Old Joe's old body stopped struggling, and his entire spine was completely broken, and even a demon could hardly survive.

Sighing, the Demon King seemed to have lost all his strength, or at this moment, Liu Xinming felt that his control over the current powerful body had fallen below the limit, and almost felt that all the parts did not obey him.

He sat down on the ground at once, but he just crushed a hard and cold piece of iron—the gun that Old Joe had just thrown off the balcony of—the "Cleaner".

Old Joe's dim eyes stared at the young demon with the pistol raised in front of him, the last bit of thought supported his consciousness not to completely disperse, looking at the muzzle of the black hole, he knew very well what he was going to experience next.

The demon is very strong, but his body is dead, and if he is attacked by any attack that can break through the external defense, he will be completely wiped out, not to mention his own double-barreled pistol that can destroy even the Mahiyah.

In the last time, this madman who had killed countless people in his life actually showed a miserable smile and slowly closed his eyes.

"At least, there are two less demons..."

"Boss ——!" Andre fought to tear off an arm directly from the priest's sword, and ran forward with a hoarse roar, to protect the only person in the whole world who ever cared for him, his "father" in his heart.

The cold touch of the barrel was close to his forehead, and two lines of tears were left on Old Qiao's old face.

"Finn, I'll wait for you over there first."

"No ——!" André was roaring, knocked down again by Father Anderson's attack.

"Good night, Commander." Despite his increasingly serious injuries, Larry stood up straight, bowed deeply in an eerie posture he hadn't used in decades, and gave the usual militis military salute.

"Celia.." Old Jack knelt on the ground stained with blood and gunsmoke in his arms, holding the girl who was not breathing, and could barely breathe with grief.

The soldiers on both sides stopped the sharp assault that was about to beat the enemy with blood, and looked at the two people in the field with a smile.

"Die, bastard!" In a struggle in his heart, Liu Xinming struggled to manipulate his body that had completely disobeyed the call and pulled the trigger.

"Bang ————!"

The gunshot rang out, Old Joe's smile and tears solidified on his face, and his whole body was completely lifeless. As a demonic body that has lost the support of its soul, it slowly burns in the air and quickly dissipates into powder in the air.

Tears rained down, and the tall troll broke free, roaring and tearing through the package wrapped in explosives, igniting a flint at a speed that even Father Anderson couldn't react to.

The weight of the explosives was too large, and it was mainly ignited, and all efforts could be said to be burned, and more than half of the entire immortal city would be blown flat, leaving only charred bones.

Just as everyone retreated in fear, Anderson's cold sword cut off the troll's large flint-gripping hand, and flew far away with a kick, shooting nine glittering swords in his hand as when the battle had just begun.

The sword stabbed limbs and vital points - two brains and three hearts. This time, the priest has completed his revenge and finally decided to give the monster a "merciful" death.

Taking a few steps back, Andre fell, and he watched Anderson's approaching footsteps, as if he saw the snowy early spring again, the man who held out his hand to him, the troll's eyes blurred from lack of oxygen and pain, muttering and whispering.

"Father—" The man he had called the Elder for fifty years finally expressed his thoughts faithfully before he left, not according to the man's arrangement.

Larry's [Political Commissar Regiment] has only thirteen people left, barely protecting the old commander who has been seriously injured at this time. However, the war is over, and there is no next offensive.

"I'd like to meet your commander."

Gently wiping away the blood from his face, Larry patted a slum warrior in front of him like a kind old neighbor.

The warrior was a little surprised, and before he could reply, a voice that had become familiar in this battle rang out.

"It's an honor to meet you, Larry Arek, the Heroic Commissar of the Imperial Kingdom of Miletis, or the "former" Commissar. ”

Camille separated from the slum warriors who tried to protect him, and walked out alone, calmly, with a smile like the early spring sun.

When they got closer, the two hugged each other like old friends.

Larry smiled, too, a smile like melting ice that hadn't been seen in fifty years, and since his wife had been killed, there had only been a split second when he had dealt with the enemy with his own hands.

"We lost, a complete failure." With a chuckle, the aging general lightly admitted defeat.

"I'm glad you can say that, but remember, it's not your fault." Camille was surprisingly polite, shouting in the position just ten minutes earlier to kill the enemy's core.

"Maybe, but it doesn't matter."

After being stunned for a moment, Camille seemed to understand something, and looked embarrassed, "Is there really no other solution?" Your whole life—"

"I'm over eighty years old, the first half of my life is glorious and glorious, and the second half of my life is a tiger, I already owe enough in hell, just let me go," helplessly spread his hand, the old commissar smiled like this, and slowly raised the pistol in his hand.

The warrior beside Camille seemed to think that this "cunning" enemy was going to play some trick again, and he was about to knock out his gun in an instant, but Camille pulled him at an alarming speed, and only shook his head slightly at him, signaling that he was okay and could not disturb the sacred moment of an officer.

Smiling, amid the sad eyes of the members of the surrounding commissar who had followed him for decades, the pistol slowly raised to Larry's head.

"The Imperial Kingdom of Miletis is glorious forever." As a warrior who has fought horses all his life, the "famous words of the dead" that everyone in this motherland knows does not seem to be so abrupt.

The bullet passed through the fragile tissue, and when it came out again, the old man in his blood-red military uniform had already fallen, and it was so graceful and full of honor from beginning to end.

"Whoa——! The rest of the soldiers almost instantly dropped their weapons, raised their hands in the air, and surrendered unconditionally.

"Win..?" A scarred slum warrior muttered in a questioning voice, which was particularly abrupt at this time.

"We won!" Then, there was the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami, which resounded throughout the battlefield strewn with corpses.