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Because when he was about to shout again, he found that his throat was shriveled like a dried peach.

The sound of the roar is enough to even choke on me.

Then a soldier shook in front of him, tired and feeble, and said something to him.

Only then did he realize that he had lost some of his hearing in the midst of the intense shelling.

It took a full three seconds for him to finally recover from his deafness.

Then, he would rather be deaf for ever.

"Your Excellency...... They hit it. "If it's a long-lasting nightmare, Gyllenhaal wants to wake up soon.

Unfortunately, this is not a dream.

In the end, the demon seed still broke through the physical wall composed of those alienated ancestor sect demon seeds, stepped on those smelly blood, withstood countless artillery fire, and once again stepped on the wall of the central royal city.

This seems to prove a truth.

In the face of the rolling wheels of history, no amount of effort, no matter how many tricks and preparations, are useless.

And at this moment, these demon seeds from the country of the Northland are the rolling wheels of history.

As the Northland Legion once again met the walls of the Central Royal City.

Another familiar offensive began, and the Northland soldiers leaped deftly across the walls.

And the meat bullet battering ram composed of siege giants also shot out vigorously after pulling the strings.

The sound of violent impact occurred on the walls of the city that had been cut by the sword of the Iron Floating Slaughter.

The crack was even more obvious in the sound of impact, and the city wall, which had been eroded by thousands of years of wind and frost, seemed to be about to collapse in this continuous offensive.

Just like the fate of the entire Central Empire.

A mountain of knives and a sea of fire.

Gyllenhaal looked down from the city walls, and the raging war was raging everywhere in front of him.

He closed his eyes and rested for a second, then drew the long sword at his waist and said in a hoarse voice, "Guard, kill the enemy with me." ”

Then he ran to the front line without looking back, and the walls of the central royal city were thirty yards above the ground.

That was the place where he had fought bloodily, and it was also the last place he chose for himself to bury his bones.

Fierce battles unfolded at the head of the Central Royal City, a place that had not seen blood for too many years.

Every corner.

on every piece of the city wall.

Disregard one's own safety.

Whether it's a human soldier or a demon soldier.

Everyone is desperate.

Because everybody knows that.

He who takes a step back, loses everything.

For the sake of future generations, for the sake of the fate of the race, there can be no retreat.

The battle has reached such a point that artillery fire has become useless, and many places have already entered white-knuckle warfare.

And the Central Empire's Demon Power Armed Forces, which had been performing poorly since the beginning of the war, also showed absolute bloodiness at this moment.

Perhaps, in terms of tactics, technology, and even equipment, these former imperial elites are not as good as these super elites in the Northlands who have been trained by the former crown prince of Saint Laurent.

But there is no doubt that today, their courage is not lost to anyone.

Totally suicidal offense.

The moment the lever is pulled, all of them have already given up the right to continue to exist in this world.

"Glory...... That is, my life!!"

In the last charge of their lives, they couldn't help but make the oath of glory that the knights under the command of the Lancer Emperor had made a thousand years ago.

Life is extremely light at this moment.

Death is the best destination.

If there is no future for humanity, then please let me be the last funeral.

Dense explosions resounded over the Central Intranet City.

Those white and red splendor like fireworks are destined to shine with the last glory of mankind for many years to come, like the stars that once shone in the sky.

No matter who will dominate under this sky in the future.

"Let's end the fight. Tiefutu seemed to be unable to stand it, walked to Su Junyan's side, and said to him.

"Yes. Su Junyan was also a little unbearable.

This scene is too tragic.

Or perhaps, all races, in the final moment of survival, are also so tragic.

Perhaps, in the future, there will be no human footprints in history.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm going to go up too!" Just as Su Junyan was about to make a move, Darwin, who had been in charge of logistics scheduling in the rear, suddenly shouted, as if he was afraid of missing something at the end, drove himself to the launcher, and then ordered the sweaty demon soldiers to shoot themselves out.

This kind of behavior is really a bit chaotic, but Su Junyan knows Darwin's true strength.

So he nodded at the hesitant demon soldiers.

The next moment, Darwin was shot out.

And the next moment.

Dr. Darwin, who originally looked weak, suddenly transformed into the sky.

Turned into an incomparably gigantic one, bigger than dozens of siege giants combined, one, squid?

Or rather, it should be called him, the North Sea Troll.

In short, a monster from the North Sea lay on the walls of the Central King's City, like a stain that could never be erased, clinging to it, waving an incomparably huge foot tool.

There were waves churning over the walls.

The whole city is already crumbling.

"Go for it, that's what you're supposed to do. I don't know when, Yan Qi also came to Su Junyan's side, and he looked at the city in front of him that was about to fall with blood and fire, sorrow and anger.

I don't know what kind of light is flashing in my eyes.

In my heart, what kind of things are I thinking?

Will it be happy?

Or is it faintly sad?

"This is the city, too, that owes you. "He said the city owes you.

Actually, I guess say, this country, owes you.

Su Junyan nodded, and finally made up his mind, he suddenly rose from the earth to the sky, and then pulled out the little orange around his waist.

A knife, falling.

When that knife fell.

Gyllenhaal stared at the sky, and he felt that his fate had arrived.

The next second.

It should be May 5, 231 in the New World calendar, at 11:20 p.m.

The last year of the human calendar, the last second.

The Demon King's sword fell from the sky.

The central royal city, which has not fallen for thousands of years, has opened its !!

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