The earth was devastated, and a horned demon was covered in blood, roaring up to the sky, and the roar came to an abrupt end as a cannonball whistled through the sky and landed abruptly.

The drow elves had already distanced themselves from the devil's legion, their strong legs clamping the saddle and twisting their waists at the same time, and the six-legged monitor lizard under him instantly understood its master's intentions and turned back abruptly.

Raising the muzzle of the gun, the line of sight shot into the distance along the groove of the mechanical sight, and landed on the head of a devil, the corners of the lips on the dark but beautiful face were slightly hooked, the index finger bent and pulled the trigger, the muzzle flame bloomed, the recoil was transmitted through the butt to the shoulder, the bullet pulled the air around it, and it spun out.

Shell casings with a few wisps of scorching steam ejected from the shell throwing window and fell to the ground.

In the distance, the head of a devil was struck by a huge force, and it fell back violently, and its toes that clinged to the ground were torn apart, and its body fell sharply and fell on its back.

With a snap, the corpse fell into the blood-soaked dirt, and as the gunshots rang out, more and more devils died on the spot.

"Hoohoo!"

The drow elves were so excited that even their dark faces showed a faint flush, and no matter how the six-legged monitor lizards beneath them moved or jumped, their bullets could accurately land on those demons.

If it is a low-level devil, it only takes a bullet headshot to kill them, and the middle-level devil is troublesome and needs the assistance of artillery, and the high-level devil is not something they can deal with, but those guys don't need them to worry about it.

It's not their territory, they can play as they please, and they were invited by the country's 'prime minister' anyway.

The strength of this country is too weak, there are not many legends, there are not many transcendents, the army is weak, and in addition to having money and connections, it can almost be said to be a 'weak country' - of course, it is only relative.

If it is facing the surrounding small countries, this country can of course be considered relatively powerful, but if the enemy is replaced by the devil and the arcane empire, then the strength of the Moore Commercial Federation is inevitably a little too weak.

The Arcane Empire has a total of eight floating cities, each of which has at least three Grand Arcanists, and there is also a floating island that does not know the depths, and if it weren't for this, they wouldn't dare to be the enemy of an entire world.

It is precisely because they are relatively weak that the Moore Commercial Federation has no choice but to ask them for help.

The first time they touched the rifle, they had already fallen in love with it, and they cheered when they pulled the trigger for the first time to destroy the enemy.

With this weapon, it won't matter how many city-states you want to conquer when you go back!

The bullet chiseled through the head of the low-level devil, and the devil army felt extremely angry and irritated by this, and there was a faint trace of fear in the bottom of their hearts.

Every time a gun fires, a teammate falls, and it's not like they've never encountered an enemy with muskets before, but those muskets can't compare to the muskets used by the Drow Elves now!

"Ansel Rowe !!"

At the back of the battle array, a red-skinned devil thought of the guy who had calculated him, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and show a fierce light in his eyes.

He was deceived!

He claimed to be smart, but he was deceived by that dead fat man!

In the past, only other people were deceived by him, but now, he was actually deceived by that dead fat man!

What 'just to deal with the Arcane Empire', what 'Mor is weak and needs the help of other forces', it's all lies, all lies!

The drow elves were indeed helping him deal with the Arcane Empire, and even paid a lot of lives for it, but it was just an 'illusion', just an 'illusion' for their true purpose!

He never imagined that the dead fat man would actually guess that their thirteen layers of hell were going to invade this world, and their king didn't say much about it, but there was no doubt that it was supporting their actions.

It's all to blame on the 'Starr' shit, if it weren't for him, how could that dead fat man be alert?

The devil had no idea that the Spider God Queen had sent an oracle to protect Ansel Rowe.

What was that dead fat man worth to him?

As soon as he thought of this, the devil couldn't help but punch the armrest beside him in anger, if Ansel Rowe did not have the protection of that oracle, there was no possibility of escape, and he would die directly in his hands.

And Ansel Rowe himself doesn't seem to know about this, otherwise, he would definitely not be so 'panicked' in normal times.

If it weren't for the fear of being discovered by that dead fat man, I would definitely search for his memory!

After his anger, the devil calmed down and began to think about his own way back.

He completely failed in his invasion plan because he was completely unaware that Ansel Rowe wanted to deal with him, and completely unaware that the 'souls' around Ansel Rowe were soldiers.

None of this was the arrangement of the dead fat man, and it had nothing to do with the dead fat man, so he kept his eyes around him and didn't notice these things, which eventually led to the current situation.

It was impossible to get out of the way, the gates of hell had been destroyed shortly after they had been opened, and now that he and his legions were alone, and the fat man was determined to kill him, the space was sealed off, and it was impossible to escape.

The reason why he is not dead now is because the dead fat man and the drow elves want to annihilate his legion, otherwise, once he dies, his legion will scatter and flee, and if he can escape the encirclement, he can scourge the Moore Merchant Federation.

Even at this time, Ansel Rowe is still maintaining the stability of the Moore Merchant Federation, so it is not tolerated for any devil to escape on the soil of this country.

The thought of this made the devil frown.

With the current situation, it is completely impossible for him to escape, and the soul of a devil nobleman, even for the Spider God Queen, is quite precious, so that god will definitely let his divine envoy or the Holy Spirit stare at him.

Once he tries to return to Hell by 'suicide', there is a risk that he will be captured by Queen Spider.

He can't escape now, and the person who cares if there is a devil roaming the land is Ansel Rowe, and the Spider God Queen doesn't care about this matter at all.

If he had allowed his legions to scatter and flee, he would have been able to attract Ansel Rowe's attention, but the Spider God and his oracles would not have been able to obey him, so it would only weaken his own power.

What to do......

Suddenly, the devil's heart trembled, and Huo Ran looked at the sky.

The drow elves and devils on the battlefield also stopped fighting, and they all raised their heads and looked at the sky in amazement.

The vast divine breath descended from heaven along with the holy light, and the faint singing came with the wind.

The sky cracked under their gaze, and the clouds that covered it swayed one after another, revealing a huge chasm hidden behind the sea of clouds, from which a glorious aura emanated.

"Paradise Mountain ......"

Through that chasm, they saw a sacred mountain hidden in the mist of shadows, the 'Land of the Most Good', the Sevenfold Heaven!

The Arcane Empire invites the Bottomless Abyss and the Thirteen Layers of Hell, so why can't the gods invite the Heavenly Mountain?

"It's over......" The devil's eyes were glazed, if even Heaven Mountain was involved in this war, then where would he still have a chance to escape?

Even if there is little hope from the start, it does not mean that there is no hope......

After a moment of silence, the devil suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing so much that tears overflowed his eyes.

"Break through! Break through! Leave me alone, all of them will break through to Lao Tzu! How much can you escape, do you hear?"

The sound of madness spread throughout the battlefield, causing Ansel Rowe to slap the table in anger and get up, and at this time, the demon army that heard the order also dispersed.