Looking at the spatial gate that suddenly appeared in the sky, the Seraphic Angel was silent, the Moon Demon Lord was silent, and everyone was silent.

The old general Voltaire looked at the gate in the sky with a solemn face, and after a hideous face, he sighed, and a decisive light flashed in his eyes, "Guard, inform the telegraph soldier." Send a telegram to the imperial capital: 'There is another third-level demonic disaster on the Western Front, and there are signs of collapse of the first line of defense on the Western Front, please prepare for the second line of defense to resist.' Best, fight for my Lord! My Holy See, carry out the light, and evil will be slain! 'Hahaha, are you dead on the battlefield?' This is the best place for a warrior. ”

Voltaire laughed, laughed heartily, burst into tears, and at last turned into a howl, knowing that if he made this decision, all the soldiers and generals of the mixed corps of the 1st, 3rd, and 4th divisions of the Western Front would die here.

My Holy See, carry out the light, and evil will be slain.

This is not just words, Voltaire is sure that under the guidance of the white background and gold sword banner, his warriors will fight to the last drop of blood......

In the door of space, an imposing roar came out.

A huge black stone heavy axe flew out of the spatial portal and smashed into the ground, shattering the ground in an instant.

When the veteran Voltaire and the Moon Demon Lord saw this axe again, their faces became ugly.

What Voltaire saw was a terrible axe that had caused so many killings.

The body of the black stone heavy axe is filled with an extremely rich bloody aura, and at a glance, it seems that you can see countless resentful spirits wailing, and it is certain that the owner of this axe is definitely a super strong person who has stood out from countless battles.

"Today is really not a good day, the old lady has run to the main continent. I even met Alba, an idiot. "Obviously it is a powerful reinforcement, but the Moon Demon Lord rubbed his temples with a headache, obviously the Moon Demon Lord has some friendship with the owner of this magic axe.

"Hahaha! Lana, I didn't expect to be so lucky that I could meet you as soon as I came out. Well, this is at war? I can't do anything that takes a mental effort. Lana, you say I'll beat whoever I want! Rampant laughter recalled, and the tyrannical demon was wantonly extravagant, announcing the existence of its master.

Grabbing the heavy axe on the ground and holding it on his shoulder, he glanced at the Seraphic Angel and the Moon Demon facing each other in the sky, and the newly appeared Power Demon Lord licked his lips and showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Waves of demons poured out of the spatial portal behind the Force Demon Lord.

Pure, yes, pure force demon! The new Demon Legion is the same as the Ice Demon Legion that appeared in Syrnia, and it is a purely single demon legion!

Alba, Lord of Force. One of the newly promoted thirty-three magic pillars in the prison plane, he is the number one powerhouse in the entire prison plane.

Just as the soldiers of the Chloe West Front were silent, a familiar roar was heard in the sky, and the bird hunting troops from Thrès appeared over the battlefield at some point, and bombs were scattered as if they didn't need money.

"Boom, boom!"

Bombs are blazing, and the war is raging!

"Who sent the Bird Hunting Force out!? What about defense? Did the accompanying guards go out? Voltaire's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and yelled at his herald.

The troops sent by the Cult of Ancient Asia and Thress were the result of discussions between the old general Voltaire and many of his staff officers. Strive to maximize its role at the same time, but also to protect these baby bumps well.

According to the original plan of the old general Voltaire. The veteran general of Armageddon is not ready to dispatch this team at all, after all, Armageddon is too chaotic, and the baby bump of the fighter can still be guaranteed.

The strong operational capability of the hunting bird unit has been fully demonstrated in front of the old general Voltaire in the recent contacts.

In addition to the recent offensive on Crescent Mountain, the Bird Hunter Force also carried out several low-level demonic disaster support work, and the excellent ability shown by the Bird Hunter Force in these operations made the old General Voltaire red-eyed several times.

Recently, the old general has been dreaming at night that he wants the Holy See to buy some alchemy flying machines from Thera and the Ancient Asian Cult.

"The accompanying guards were dispatched. Marshal. The captain of the Bird Hunting Troop, the Lightning Snake, has a message to convey to you, he says that this is the last thing they can do, and I wish us good luck. A staff officer took the note from a soldier and walked over to the old General Voltaire and said.

"The Guards are dispatched? That's good......" Voltaire exhaled reassuringly, looking up at the bomb dropped. A group of fighter jets that gradually departed safely into the distance.

The old general clenched his fists, his sharp eyes swept over the officers in the military tent, raised his hand and waved it heavily towards the sky, "It's our business to come down...... Fight, lads, for my lord's sake! ”

"Light and glory!" ×N。

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The glow of the morning sun spread across the land, and the Crescent Mountain region fell silent, the smell of blood could be smelled far away, and greedy vultures hovered in the sky.

Death is everywhere here.

The corpses were stacked layer after layer, turning into mountains of corpses. Blood was left on the mountain of corpses, converging into bright red streams.

In the center of the battlefield, there is a corpse mountain higher than the surrounding area, and at the top of this corpse mountain, there is still a person gasping!

It's a Voltaire veteran!

Finally, the battle came to the end, and in the entire battlefield, there were probably only veterans standing on the top of the corpse mountain. But even the veterans are about to enter Hades......

One of the old general's hands was cut off, and a bloody hole was opened in his thigh, and blood kept gushing out, and he was leaning against the golden sword flag on a white background, his eyes were cloudy, and he had already entered the verge of death.

"Ahem...... Fight to the end, they're all good boys. The old general grabbed the broken battle flag with his only remaining hand, and turned his head with difficulty to scan the battlefield, "I'm the only one left?" But I'm almost ...... too."

Glancing at the Force Demon Lord and the Moon Demon Lord who had stopped slaughtering in the sky, the old general set his eyes on the battle flag that he had firmly grasped, dyed bright red but still fluttering in the wind.

"As long as this flag is there, the soul of the Holy See of Light will still be there!"

With the only remaining hand firmly grasping the battle flag, the old general Voltaire slowly closed his eyes, and the blood-stained battle flag fluttered in the wind.

The battle lasted until dawn, and Voltaire, the commander of the first line of defense of Chloe's Western Front, was killed, and all the soldiers of the Western Front were killed!

Alba, the Demon Lord, raised his axe and prepared to fly to the top of the Mountain of Corpses to cut off the unsightly battle flag, but was stopped by the Moon Demon Lord Lana, "They are heroes, so be it, we have won." ”

Alba glanced at Lana, who was burning with purple flames in his hand, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and put the magic axe on his shoulder, "You are smart and listen to you." ”

Throw down the purple flame in your hand, and the demonic purple flame spreads to the entire battlefield, covering this land of death.

On the second day after the Battle of Crescent Mountain, an incredible news spread throughout the Divine Grace Continent through telegrams, setting off a monstrous wave.

The Western Front of the Chloe Empire collapsed, all the soldiers of the mixed corps composed of the 1st, 3rd and 4th Divisions of Chloe were killed, and Voltaire, the commander of the Western Front, died tragically on the battlefield! (To be continued......)