As one of the few intelligent people among the Abyss Lords, oh no, the wise demon, Macazadon has never been liked by his kind, because he is not brutal enough, not fierce enough, not as brainless as the other Abyss Lords Well, this last point is his own opinion.

So when the demon legions that had defended the Western Front disappeared without a trace like rushing into a black hole, Macazarton instinctively felt that something was not right, so he asked his demons to find a few demons who had survived the previous waves of attacks, intending to ask him personally what was going on.

It should have been an easy task for him, but by noon, the idiots hadn't returned. Just as Makaza was about to go out and kick the idiots in the ass, they came back on their own, but everyone had a look of trepidation on their faces.

"My lord, we found a survivor, but only one, and he's still a little delirious." One of them had the courage to report it.

Makazadon snorted, not thinking much more. The Great Demon King Kurul had already sent someone to urge him several times, and his patience was running out.

"Get him here!" He suppressed his temper and said in a deep voice.

The demons all breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and called the people in.

It was a Gangar demon, dressed in a tattered robe that barely obscured his deformed body. Compared to the other Gangar, this guy's self-transformation is not so crazy, he just cut off his right hand and installed a wheel saw, but the energy supply part of this wheel saw seems to be broken, and the blade has long since stopped turning.

This guy's expression was a little dull, but when he saw Makhazadon, his face immediately showed a look of fear and flattery, not at all like "delirious".

"Why did you live the only one? What about the rest of your legion? The Abyss Lord asked curiously.

"I'm the deputy gunner of the Legion's Evil Artillery, and the main gunner is a Morg, because the Evil Cannon broke a bearing, and we were pulled behind, and I don't know exactly what happened." The Ganger replied deferentially and unreservedly, and although he didn't know who was in front of him, his obedience to the superior demon made him decide to do so.

"What about the gunner?"

"Dead, with a bullet coming from nowhere, and having my head shattered." The little devil said with palpitations, to be honest, the main gunner died next to him like that, but it frightened him, compared to other demon races, the will to fight of the Ganerge demons has never been so strong, and they are called the legion double cowards with the burning imps. He dropped the cannon and fled all the way back.

"What about the others? With so many people dying, there must be some movement, right? You just didn't hear anything? Makazadon couldn't hold back the anger in his heart any longer, and asked with a rumbling shout. The fire of evil energy erupted from his mouth, and the snake licked Gangar's head like a snake.

"All I heard was a dense burst of gunfire and their screams, but it soon fell silent, and none of them came back!" For a high-ranking demon, pinching a little demon like him is as easy as pinching a bedbug, and he can only survive by showing all his deference.

But all his hopes were in vain, and with a crisp click, the Abyss Lord snapped his neck.

"Waste, when I haven't heard of the Dwarven Musket? That toy can kill an army of demons too? Makhazar said disdainfully, then bit off Ganerga's head and chewed it out, his brain and blood trickling down between his sharp fangs.

Macazadon was convinced that the humans and dwarves must have engaged in some other conspiracy, otherwise the dwarven muskets alone would not have been able to take out a legion, and that the Ganger was either lying or insane. He suddenly understood why his demons said that this little thing was "delirious".

Under his command, the demons of the entire legion left the fortress and swooped down on the dwarven bunker that was about to be built. In less than two hours, they had reached a hilly area more than a mile from the bunker.

Looking at the dwarven bunker in a panic because of their arrival, Macazadon couldn't help but rumble out laughing. Although he knew that the first few legions were killed by the conspiracy of these humans and dwarves, he was convinced that in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy and trickery was a floating cloud, and what he didn't know was that the commanders of the several demon legions that were destroyed in front of him also thought so.

He swung the Abyssal Blade and commanded the entire legion to charge. More than a mile is the best charging distance for the raging demons.

However, unlike the other Abyss Lords, he did not rush to the front of the Legion, but stopped and hid behind a small hill, which is exactly what he was ridiculed by the Abyss Lords who liked to charge into battle, but Makhazadon was never ashamed of it, because since the Burning Legion began the long astral expedition, many of the Abyss Lords who mocked him had died, but he was still alive and well. His reputation was so notorious that the entire Burning Legion knew of such a man, a Dreadlord in the skin of an Abyss Lord.

The demons swept in like a raging tide, and at the front, as usual, the best runners, these fanged demon dogs leaped like flies through the potholed ravines, and almost in the blink of an eye they have run hundreds of yards.

They were followed by the sturdy Dreaddemons and Doom Guardians, whose batwings greatly increased their speed, and they leaped and glided from time to time.

On the hillside, the Moon Creek Brigade had already entered the trench. After many bloody battles, they are no longer as panicked as they were at the beginning. The only thing that worries is that the dwarven bunker behind him has just been built, and the heavy dwarven artillery has not yet been deployed, only some dwarven gunners have brought a few sets of portable bronze mortars.

Listening to the sound of hooves trampling the ground and the roars of demons in the distance, Christopher Farrar stuck his head out and glanced out, then shoved a piece of hard jerky into his mouth, trying to soften it with saliva.

"It's still far away, wait until you get closer and then fight, everyone is stable!" He said nonchalantly.

To be honest, his big grin expression infected the soldiers around him. Although they had already experienced many battles, looking at the demons that were getting closer and closer, and looking at the hideous and terrifying faces, the soldiers still couldn't help but tense their whole bodies, and they were nervous one by one. Seeing Farrar acting so lazily, inexplicably, they also relaxed.

The demons were getting closer and closer, and with Harry Burgard's order, the soldiers loaded their guns and aimed at their targets.

The demons rushed quickly, quickly past the white rock that marked seven hundred yards, then six hundred yards, and when they finally rushed past the pile of red pebbles representing a distance of five hundred yards, Bogard gently pulled the trigger of his rifle.

"Put!" Not far away, Huffman let out a hoarse roar.

More gunfire followed. The sound of the guns continued to resound through the wilderness, and even the roars of the demons were drowned out.

On the hillside, a series of fires burst out, and the rising smoke of gunpowder became a continuous one, and with this terrifying volley of muskets, the Cerberus who rushed to the front let out a scream, and a large area was overturned in unison. They were almost all wiped out, and the ground was full of demonic dogs whimpering in pain, and although some were shot, they were still struggling to move forward, and they wanted to bite again before they died, which showed the ferocity of the demons.

The other demons were stunned by the fierce volley, and many even stopped in a daze, they had never been hit head-on at this distance, and they were really not prepared at all.

After the small mountain pack, Macazadon couldn't help but widen his eyes, he never thought that the muskets in the hands of these humans would be so ferocious, as long as they were shot, those hellhounds would almost be explained, but you must know that these demon dogs used to continue to bite wildly even if they were stabbed twice, and they were stalked.

"What to do? What to do? Makazaton's mind went blank, this new weapon was completely unexpected, and for a while, he couldn't think of a good solution.

However, there are many people who understand among the demons who charge.

"Don't stop, keep rushing, it takes time to reload the dwarven muskets, as long as we resist one or two more waves, we can rush to them and kill!" An angry guard roared loudly, and he kicked the other demons hard, driving them to continue their charge.

But before they could take a step, another wave of bullets struck them in the face. 2k reading web