At the entrance to the abyss, the war between humans and demons has entered the white heat.

Countless demons rushed out of the abyss, and teams of human knights rode up with guns to meet them, and the two sides were like the collision of erupting lava and icy seawater, frantically strangling in the valley.

The black mud that the demon's corpse had turned into had been covered with a thick layer, and the flesh and blood of human soldiers had stained the black mud red.

Every minute and every second, people fell, and the corpses of people and horses piled up in the valley. The blood even had no time to penetrate and merged into streams and flowed towards the low-lying areas.

The soldiers who fought in the back had to slow down in the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood and the black and red mud that was enough to drown the knees of the war horses. Although their movements looked a little funny, and although they were all rolling on the ground covered in mud and water, the intensity of the battle did not diminish in the slightest.

The shooters in the high places around have changed several batches. Every archer who retreated exhausted his fighting spirit and physical strength, and his fingers were grinding out blood. Every inch of the valley was littered with arrows they fired.

And the magicians. Countless spells were smashed into the heads of the demons by them. Meteorite rain in the sky, hurricanes, water arrows. The vines of the ground, the thorns of the ground, and the sea of fire, never stopped.

Still, they couldn't stop the demon's expansion.

That red light gate became more and more red and bigger as a large amount of blood was absorbed. More demons are rushing to the continent through this light gate.

Now, the human defense line has retreated to the entrance of the valley!

"Your Highness," said Fano, covered in blood, to Adolf, "our losses are too great to hold on. We have to think of another way as soon as possible!"

"What else?" Adolf, who had returned from the front line for the third time, looked at Fano as he had the wound on his arm bandaged, "What else can I do? The only thing we can do is to fight hard, even if it is at the cost of human lives. We must also hold out until reinforcements arrive!"

After saying that, Adolf asked, "How many reserves do we have?"

"There are more than six thousand just knights who can fight," Fano said through gritted teeth, "more than a third have been killed." More than 1,000 people were injured and lost their combat effectiveness!"

Hearing this number, Adolf's body shook. His face turned pale.

He turned his head to look. Beside him, there were generals with tired faces written on their faces and muddy blood stains on their bodies, noble lords and leaders of major mercenary groups. Most of them had just come down from the front and had no time to rest. And many of these familiar faces, have disappeared.

In the distance, there are troops moving back and forth.

The reserve of just knights, which originally numbered more than 6,000 people, is now only half of it. Newly transferred troops from the rear. It's just brave knights and armed knights. Once the Knights of Justice were killed or wounded, these troops pulled up and simply filled them with human lives.

A few screams rang out, and Adolf turned his head to look to the other side.

A stretcher carrying the wounded was carried back like flowing water. The makeshift medical tents are already overcrowded. Doctors and nurses are running back and forth, too busy to touch the ground, and there are still more and more wounded people lying outside in pain ** too late to be treated.

A dozen magicians sent by the Loulian Holy See. The magic has long been exhausted, and the front is pale to meditate. The pharmacists also ran out of pills. Refining is being intensified.

No one flinched, no one feared, and no one was lazy. All are doing their own thing, all are preoccupied with this war.

However, courage and hard work erupted in a loud shout of killing. In front of the valley battlefield with the sound of collisions and screams, it looked so weak.

It was a huge black hole that devoured life all the time.

"Can we still ......" Adolf swallowed with difficulty, and was about to ask, suddenly. I heard an earth-shattering cry from the direction of the valley.

"Eleventh Demon !!"

"Oh my God, the eleventh-level demon has come out!!"

............

"Boom!" Banks roared above the altar.

Huge red wings, spread out like the cloak of death, sharp fangs and thick four arms, showing endless hideousness.

Below it, an army of demons rushed into the red light gate like a flood. They screamed and ran wildly. Can't wait, shoulder to shoulder. After a few hours of hard fighting, they finally found themselves outside. The new world is welcoming them with open arms.

The situation is far better than they imagined.

The humans outside don't know if it was because they didn't have time to arrive or because of some other reason, and the intensity of the interception was much lower than the one 10,000 years ago. At present, only one-fifth of the demon army has been invested, and it is already close to breaking through the first line of defense of the human race.

Banksar knows that the most critical moment has come. You must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and lay the foundation for victory in one fell swoop!

Therefore, it sent all eight eleventh-level demons under its command.

The mission of these demons is to deal a fatal blow to the fragile defenses of humanity. As long as you break through the blockade at the entrance, you will have more space to accommodate a larger demon army. At that time, the Abyssal Demon will flood the entire continent like a flood that has burst its banks.

Originally, in Banksar's plan, when this moment came, it was the time to pass through the passage and descend into the new world.

However, the weakness of the human interception force and the premature arrival of this moment made Banksar realize that his plan was not perfect. Therefore, Banksar entrusted the task of attacking to his subordinates, while he stayed. It has one more important thing to do.

The roar stopped, and Banksar lowered his head and looked at the altar.

The pool of blood on the altar was still tumbling, and a large amount of blood turned into a blood mist and poured into the red light gate. However, there was now nearly half less blood in the pool than before—in the last prayer session, the demons in charge of hunting human mercenaries had plummeted in efficiency, and had obtained less and less blood.

Banksar has been alerted to this problem and has sent more demons to join the hunt. However, this did not have much effect.

First of all, this garden is too big.

Others don't know about this place, but Banksar is all too familiar with it. From the first time I accidentally broke into this place when I was a sixth-level demon, to the later conscious desire to take advantage of this place. Later, this plan began to be prepared, and was guided and supported by the former Abyssal ruler Sabonis.

And Sabonis is not only the planner and organizer of the attack on the continent more than 10,000 years ago, but also the only demon in the abyss who has ever fought and talked with the master here.

Therefore, Banksar knew that this place, called the Garden of Death, looked like it was underground in the center of the Abyssal Labyrinth. Actually, it's true to say that it's underneath the Dark Basin, but its location is above the center of the Abyssal Labyrinth!

The reason is simple, because underneath the dark basin is a huge lava lake. More than 6,000 years ago, this lava lake was the center of the abyssal labyrinth.

The Dark Basin, as it is known today, was created by the owner of the ruins, a giant named Noyotanns, who came here.

It's like a suspended empty magic ship in the shape of an inverted pyramid. The Dark Basin is the topmost deck. At the bottom is a mountain suspended over a lava river. The Garden of Death is centrally located. It's like a ship's cabin. It is also home to the Magic Array of the Forty-Nine Mobile Sections of the Dark Basin.

The entire Guardian Array is inscribed on the top of the rock above the Garden of Death. When the ruin appears, it will be activated. This then leads to changes in the dark basin.

Thus, while the Garden of Death is nowhere near as large as the Dark Basin at the top, it covers an area of nine tiles. In such a large area, unless Banksar scattered all the demons under his command, it would be of no avail.

Secondly, the human prey that was originally scattered around the country for slaughter has also changed. I don't know when, they actually joined forces.

One of them was wandering around. As more and more human mercenaries are rescued by them. They are getting bigger and bigger. Several demonic armies have suffered great losses at their hands. Moreover, their whereabouts are very secretive. It's hard to figure out.

However, compared to this, it is another group of people that Banksar cares about the most.

Guarding a tower, the group has repelled the attacks of the demon army several times. The damn thing is that once someone is killed, they will desperately snatch the body. Then burned in the tower.

Several attacks, but failed to get a person's blood. This is absolutely unacceptable to Banksar.

You know, although its plan has been very successful so far, it has a very fatal flaw. That is, as a twelfth-level demon, the number of demons under its command is limited. It is impossible to conquer the outside world on its own.

Therefore, opening the Blood Sacrifice Passage and breaking out of the abyss to gain a foothold was only the first step that Banksar did. And then, it must get the other demons to follow in its footsteps.

Only when the Blood Sacrifice Passage evolves into the Gates of Hell. Only when red light gates appeared on every level of the abyss, not just in this enclosed garden, could the other twelfth-level demons, thirteenth-level demons, lead their demon armies to join in.

At that time, the demonic instinct will respond to the call of the gates of hell. Countless demons will come from all directions, over the vast abyssal plains, over the steep mountain cliffs, over the lava rivers, and merge into a mighty torrent to become followers of this great plan.

Back then, Lord Sabonis almost succeeded. And now, the opportunity in front of me is a thousand times better than it, ten thousand times better!

The human beings outside have become too weak to look good.

Just a twelfth-level demon like himself, who invested only one-fifth of the troops under his command, was already about to defeat them. If you can't seize the opportunity in this way, then you will spend your life in endless regret.

Therefore, Banksar must not let anyone stand in his way.

Especially this group of guys who would rather burn the corpse than leave a drop of blood behind, which makes Banksar furious!

Originally, it could have handed over this problem to one or two eleventh-level demons to solve. Now, though, it's decided to take matters into its own hands. It's going to pick up all the hundreds of little mice and pop them all. Squeeze out the last drop of their blood to replenish the pool!

With a roar, Banksar's huge figure soared into the sky. Turned into a screeching meteor and flew away towards the location of the tower in the distance...... (To be continued.) )