"Transcendent minds cannot coexist with mortals."

Standing atop the blood-colored Zeppelin, the Demon Prince overlooked the beautiful blue-green sea, grinning as it spewed out a little blood-colored foam from its mouth full of shark teeth.

It's beautiful!

It was so proud that it vowed to conquer the world and gain a foothold for its own nation in a world full of strong men, even if the world and the whole world were enemies.

But always, there is always a group of people, a group of sanctimonious hypocrites standing in the way of his dreams. Obviously, everyone is a diner with a knife and fork on the table of the world, so why can you always occupy more places?

Looking back now......

It's ridiculous.

Mortals are blinded by their own pathetic vision, clinging to their own ant-sized territory, and tearing each other like crickets in captivity all their lives. When he completed his ascension and looked down at Terra from the subspace, he suddenly saw that the epic battles of the heroes and heroes on Terra for thousands of years were as dwarf and ridiculous as ants fighting.

The bloody eyes of the Scarlet Demon of Horror were full of hideous cruelty.

It was sent to subspace by Li Lin with a shot.

What it gets is an invincible army to drive it, as long as it can continue to bring wars, wars, countless wars to the blood god on the throne!

It's a war maniac!

The first thing the Sadistic Archdemon who returned to Terra did was to gather the Sadistic Demon Army and complete the harvest. Countless human souls roam the sides of the Strait of Gibraltar, and in the demon's vision, they are like the lights of the stars, luring them to feast.

Don't be afraid, it's time to eat food.

The Great Demon of Torture roared like thunder, and under its roar of rebuke, all the war machines hidden in the blood mist began to operate. The horrible and monstrous blood-colored roaring creations with skulls and spikes, some as small as assault boats, moving swiftly underwater, and the larger ones ......

When the Zeppelin took the lead in breaking through the red fog of the sea of blood, the humans on Gibraltar were in an uproar!

Their panic and uproar was not because of the Zeppelin.

Nor the thousands of sadistic demons who sprint on vehicles like a tide of blood.

It's not a blood-colored road below sea level, which is extraordinarily bright red.

It's an island!

The Azores disappeared, and at the end of the horizon, beyond the limits of optical telescopes, Western European soldier observers, whose eyes were instantly blinded, covered their eyes and wailed in pain. They shouted wildly and uncontrollably, it was an island, an island floating on the sea.

The island is shaped as precipitous and terrifying, like a mountain fortress full of demonic creatures, and like a shield, it is full of overwhelming power and desecration!

On the side facing Gibraltar, dense human heads were pressed against the surface of the shield, and these lifelike heads had been harvested and pressed against them by the Sadist Army for so long in Europe and the United States. The soul-active head wails, blasphemes, curses, spits, and sings incessantly, forming a terrible desperate situation of corruption and pollution.

It's simply it.

Unforgivable blasphemy!

"In the land of the blood-colored sun, in the west, a red-clothed warrior strode forward, holding a shield with countless heads embedded in it."

The Great Demon of Torture, the champion of the gift of the blood god, and the madman who was once called the executioner by the world, waved his hand lightly.

"Come on."

is a very simple sentence, but it detonated a long-suppressed magic tide.

The morale of the human race can be said to have fallen to the bottom, and the riot of the demon tide is like a tsunami in its direction, and the soldiers guarding the forts on both sides of Gibraltar directly collapsed with a sense of suffocation on the island.

For a while, the gunfire of the superintendents on the battlefield was as loud as firecrackers and firecrackers.

Military law allows farmers to be combative.

The end of civilization was approaching, and the officers who could be selected for the Overseer were all human warriors with strong convictions, and with the reassurance of the priests of the Inquisition, the chaos on the fortress of Gibraltar was stabilized for a while.

At the same time, inside the command information headquarters in Algiers.

"How long can we hold out?"

It was the fortress general who had parachuted in from Western Europe.

The fort general's best positional warfare, and it was very correct for him to take command of the famous regiments such as the Southern Cross and the Boomerang placed in Gibraltar.

"Conservative estimates, five days."

The answer to the fortress general was the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition.

"Seven days!"

The fortress general slammed his fist on the thick wooden table, and his speech was unquestionable.

"Not a second less, this is my promise to the old America."

“…… Humanity's most loyal Blade of Darkness will give everything for your promises. The Grand Inquisitor paused and made his promise that the entire fleet of black ships in the Mediterranean and the Atlantic would be handed over to the general in front of him.

"Then let's die here."

The signal was cut off, the strategy was suppressed, and the morale was suppressed, so that the fighters cruising in the sky, the ships cruising long distances in the ocean, the armored forces on the ground, and the soldier groups all lost their unified command and dispatch.

Although it is said that there was a pre-warning of this situation before the war, when it really happened, it was inevitably overwhelming, and this short period of calm window was immediately caught by the Horror Demon Army.

The Dreador Demon Army has an air force.

Not to mention that after the aircraft carrier they caught was corrupted by itself, the disposable carrier aircraft produced by them was the magic dragon in the demon engine, and it could also be called a big killer in a large area.

The Strait of Gibraltar was tested in the first wave after being fortified.

From a human perspective, the sky suddenly darkened a lot. Countless red dots were projectile from the red mist or shot in a straight line at an extremely fast speed, and the speed was so fast that the sound barrier was broken I don't know how many times, and in an instant, the flesh hounds, blood riders, and vulters counted in tens of thousands were parachuted over!

This kind of rough and direct airborne landing is very imposing of the interstellar era gang jumping.

When this tactic is transferred to the ground by the space of the starship on the basis of comprehensive suppression, the impact force given to people is not ordinarily strong.

Anti-aircraft fire?

On the basis of the loss of unified dispatch, the ground air defense positions that opened artillery in a haphazard manner were overwhelmed by this suicidal airborne landing without firing a few shots.

When the first flesh hound, hissing and crawling out of the smoke of the explosion, pounced unscathed on the shocked human soldiers, the battle of flesh millstones was unscathed.