Below the ruined city, the restless roars of the demons came and went, but there were so many insects that because of the slaughter of the demons, many places on the ground of the city had been covered with a layer of not too thin insect corpses, but they still couldn't get a glimpse of the day.

If it weren't for the breath gushing from the demon's mouth when it roared, there might have been a large number of locusts trying to get through its mouth.

In addition to the demonic roars, there were also some desolate and frightened screams in the city, mostly from the spine people who were still breathing.

The locusts didn't have the intelligence of the spine crests and demons, and even if they did, they probably didn't have that patience at this time.

Therefore, the first person to die in the city from the mouth of the locust was not the irascible demon of hell, but the man at the top of the spine, and unless the hiding position was really wonderful, it would turn into a blood-stained white skeleton in a matter of minutes to ten minutes.

The roar in the city was endless, and the buzzing and creaking and biting sound never stopped, and it lasted from the original day to night, and the movement in the ruined city finally weakened.

The demons that originally stayed in the city did not actually die, and a few did survive by digging holes and burying themselves with some luck.

It's just that if the hole is dug shallowly, the speed is slow, otherwise the insect tide will really catch turtles in the urn if they follow it directly, and most of the low-level demons who are really unlucky and brainless must have only bones left at most.

After the sound of the battle in the city subsided, the "creaking" sound mixed with the noise did not go away, but continued for a long time.

The classification of demons follows the principle of the law of the jungle, intelligence, size, destructive power, possible special power or magic power, affinity with hell, and all kinds of chaotic abilities can be measured, but no matter which one or several, only after the strength reaches a certain level and is recognized by the power of hell, is it a higher-level existence that distinguishes it from low-level demons.

That feeling is very obvious to demons, there is a kind of mysterious and mysterious sense, but for other beings, even if it is an individual who has awakened magical power, it is not easy to distinguish the level of demons without special powers, at most it is roughly divided in terms of strength.

Two medium-sized demons who used to look at each other unpleasantly hid in the ground more than twenty meters deep, and the two demons, who were not weak in strength as higher ranks, failed to escape from the ruined city at the first time because they did not have the ability to fly.

But in fact, with the strength of the medium demon, although there is some embarrassment in the insect tide, there is no danger to life for the time being, but some are shocked by the ferocity of the insect tide.

One of the two demons was digging a hole frantically, and the other was filling in the dirt behind, and they didn't dare to stop and rest until they were more than twenty meters deep underground.

They have sensed that some low-level demons with a bit of brains are digging holes to survive, but when a single demon digs a hole, it is often a suicide path, and the yellow-gray monster worm will follow up frantically, and the worms will dig it up if the soil is not fast enough.

And because it can't be used even more underground, it is covered with insects, as if a hole is filled with insects, and a struggling demon is buried in the middle, and that roar turns into a terrifying scream, which makes some demons with great power shudder.

So two medium demons who didn't really like each other teamed up, one digging a hole and the other filling in the dirt.

Like the other remaining demons hiding underground, with their keen hearing, the two medium demons could always hear the sound of "buzzing...", as if there were still many demons resisting on the ground.

One of the demons stared at his fellow species in the small underground space, and the red-skinned body of the other party was covered with some fine purple dots, some of which were swollen and even cracked, but the skin was not torn open by the insects after all.

But there was also a shocking wound, which was one of the severed arms of the eight-legged demon, which was the wound sustained when the Ship of Ashes crashed, and became the biggest flaw in the insect tide of the medium demon.

The injured hand had now been eaten away from a thick reddish-purple bone, which was attached to the root where the limb connected to the body, and a piece of crust full of insect bite marks remained in that place.

Many of the demons who were injured in the crash of the Ship of Ashes were mostly wounded by the locusts.

Losing the flesh of an arm naturally won't fatally inflict fatal injuries on a medium demon, but it's not difficult to scare the other party, as can be seen from the demon's scorching gasp until now that it's still not calm.

The demon who observed the same kind looked down at his body, and there were also those dense insect jaw footprints on it, and those places that could make it feel numb and itchy when biting were actually a kind of warning from the body to itself.

Even though he was confident in his physical strength, and he didn't know how many bugs he had killed just now, the medium demon didn't have the idea of testing how long bugs could sharpen his defenses.

"Ho... Ho... What are they doing? The demons above must be dead, so why aren't they leaving?"

The demon on the other side was very agitated, and as its mood fluctuated, the temperature inside the cave rose to nearly 100 degrees, and some of the damp soil was burned to the point that white steam continued to emit.

"Quiet!"

The other demon roared in dissatisfaction, and his companion subconsciously quieted down.

It listened to the voices above, discerning the slightest differences, and for a long time, the demon with the white bone arm noticed that the same emotion seemed to be even more nervous.

"They... Those strange bugs... They're eating the corpses of their own kind!!"

On the ground, because of the fighting in this ruined city, the corpses of locusts covered the city, and the shallow places may be half a meter thick, and the deep places are not a few kilometers of corpses.

The largest of these locusts is nearly half a meter long with wings, and the smallest is more than ten centimeters, some of the insect corpses are complete, some of the insect corpses are broken, and some of the insect corpses are yellow and gray, and there are many half-baked nature.

These dead locusts, those who are unlucky will die at the first touch, and those who are lucky may die after a few mouthfuls of demon meat, or they will die when they are full.

The locusts in the sky and in the city have no idea of waste, and the corpses of their own dead fellows are also food, and for the hungry swarms, as long as they can eat, they can eat anything!

Especially the dead insect corpses that have eaten demon meat are as attractive as meat buns to hungry dogs, even if they are charred and blackened.

So now in the entire ruined city, there is still a wriggling dense yellow gray, there is still a non-stop gnawing sound, and there can even be some scrambles, and locusts continue to pounce down from the sky to join the food team.

Of course, more insect waves are still flying forward, so the whole large cloud is still moving forward.

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In the imperial capital of the Gunningsen Empire, a large square in the palace has been protected by a circle of forbidden troops, and in the center is the Holy Spirit who is constantly making plastic energy substances and carving large magic arrays.

The appearance of this giant of light stabilized the confidence of the Empire's top magnates in an extremely fast manner.

As the first country to comprehend the horror of demons, it knows that it is by no means an existence that mortals can resist, and perhaps only the power of God can do it.

Yes, for the upper echelons of the empire, many people regard the world where the Holy Spirit of Light is located as the "Heavenly Realm", even if they know the filth of the Church of Light, but that world is indeed the place of origin of the "God of Light".

Bafmante stood in the distance outside the square, even if his eyesight was not right, the outline of the light and the magic array that was constantly lighting up around the Holy Spirit were still visible, and it seemed extremely divine.

The sword saint Degoni and the bishop of the city-state of Fanit stood beside Emperor Gunningsen, and although Bafmant was still anxious in his heart, he was much more stable than the previous two days.

The Holy Spirit is multi-purpose, and while depicting the magic array, he feels the "battle" ahead through some puppet locusts.

It shouldn't be a problem for the locusts to block the demon's arrogance a little, but if they can really stop the demon, it's still far from it.

But I have to say that despite the heavy damage, the results that can be achieved are indeed surprising, at least until the demons react.

It's just that the demons are different from all the enemies that the earth has dealt with before, it can be said that those enemies in the past were almost all wild dogs, all of them were loose sand, and the demons are truly organized existences.

The Holy Spirit felt the ferocious attack of the locusts in front of him, and suddenly it occurred to him that if these images were posted on the Internet, it would be a nightmare for the dense phobia.

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