When cherubim and the eighth-order demon arrived, they found only the blood-colored trident, which had lost its light.

This eighth-order divine martial artist lost his soul, representing the death of his master.

"Mammon is dead..... Eighth Order Demon burst into tears.

Cherubim's face was grief-stricken, and his voice was hoarse and low: "I was caught up by Seth...... If you look at the ground here, there are no signs of battle, and it is obvious that Seth summoned a desert tornado in the air and obliterated Mammon. ”

"Ahh - "The eighth-order demon roared in the sky.

It is one of the Nine Demons, the hatred demon Mostima, who once led an army of low-level fallen angels and demons in ancient times, fighting side by side with Mammon and Asmodeus, and making a lot of achievements for Satan.

Cherubim gently patted Mostima on the shoulder and said, "Mostima, I understand you, if I remember correctly, you were also a high angel during God's creation......"

Mostima was stunned, it didn't want to recall those long-ago memories, it hadn't remembered them for tens of thousands of years.

"Although you were later imprisoned in hell and became a demon in order to become a god, you still have a wealth of feelings, and these emotions make us brothers and sisters!" "Now, we have to think about how to avenge our dead brothers and sisters!" ”

Mostima did not restrain his emotions, and hatred grew wildly in its eyes.

"Cherubim," Mostima said, "when will we conquer the Legion States of the Middle Eastern Desert again?!" ”

"This is a big deal, and it needs to be decided by King Satan himself." The cherubim said in a deep voice.

"Then I'll wait....." Mostima picked up Mammon's blood-colored trident and looked to the east, the rich demonic aura spread, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, and the wind gusted.

The cherubim's eyes were as bottomless as an abyss, and he hovered beside Mostima, his face calm.

......

August 1, 1152 AD.

The operation to encircle and suppress the demons came to an end today.

In the mountains west of Tacheng, a total of about 11 million low-level demons were completely wiped out, and none of them survived.

In terms of high-level combat power, he killed one eighth-order demon, eighteen seventh-order emperor-level demons, and five hundred and thirty-five sixth-order king-level demons.

In terms of the community, 730,000 soldiers were sacrificed and 1.54 million were injured, most of whom were killed or injured by the demon in the final encirclement and suppression, among them, the Kyushu National God Guard Expeditionary Force sacrificed 140,000 people and injured more than 50,000 people.

At dusk, the sky is clear and cloudy, and the sunset slowly disappears over the west side of the mountains.

The last group of soldiers left the canyon and stood on the peak, solemnly.

The wind was blowing and the atmosphere was solemn.

All the soldiers involved in the battle formed a huge circle with a radius of ten kilometers, and within the circle, the corpses of eleven million demons were transported from place to place.

This place, which later became known as the Valley of the Burning Demons.

The flags of various countries are hunting, and due east, are Marshal Raman of the Middle East Desert Legion State and General Jiang Fan of Kyushu State.

This is recognized by all countries as the commander-in-chief of the armies of the two countries that contributed the most in the Battle of Tacheng.

Time passed, and the sunset finally sank completely, and night suddenly fell, and the sky was cold and starry.

"Burn demon corpses, begin." Marshal Raman and General Jiang Fan said in unison.

"Ignition!" The soldier next to the two shouted.

"Ignition!" The soldiers on the periphery shouted.

"Ignition! ——”

The shouts were passed on, in different languages, until all the soldiers in the siege circle shouted.

The soldiers in the front row held torches and lit the gasoline that had been dumped along the way.

For a while, at the edge of the entire circle, countless fire snakes began to extend towards the center of the circle, and these fire snakes were staggered and converged, like a chaotic blood vessel.

The reddest, the whole circle became a sea of flames, and a rolling heat wave swept away, accompanied by the stench of the demon's corpse being burned.

"With this fire, pay tribute to the sacrificed comrades-in-arms and comfort the heroic souls!" Jiang Fan soared into the air, purple thunder pulsing around him, and he said with a serious face, "We will inherit their will and continue to fight until all the demons are destroyed!" ”

When the words fell, Jiang Fan looked at Marshal Raman and nodded in greeting.

Marshal Rahman picked up the communicator and said to all the soldiers and to the world: "On behalf of all the commanders and fighters of the Community Tower City, I announce to the world that the Battle of Tower City has won a great victory for the Community!" ”

The scene was silent for a moment, and then erupted into earth-shattering cheers!

"Long live the community!"

"Long live humanity!"

The shouts came and went.

Jiang Fan fell, turned around, and saluted the special forces of the Divine Guard Army who were still in line.

The special forces of the Divine Guard Expeditionary Force, there are 324 sixth-order warriors, one hundred and thirty-seven sacrifices, seven emperor-level powerhouses, and one sacrifice!

"Comrades, we, we have won!" Jiang Fan said.

With tears in his eyes, he replied loudly: "Yes, we won!" ”

"Long live Kyushu!"

"Long live the martyrs!"

"Long live humanity!"

Three shouts, the warriors' eyes moistened.

The wind whimpered, like sacrificed comrades-in-arms cheering together.

On August 3, 1152 AD, the Divine Guard Expeditionary Force set off for China.

Marshal Raman, Pharaoh Hammubi, and even two eighth-order demigods personally sent him off.

When leaving Tacheng, the people followed for a long time and went straight out for tens of thousands of meters.

Along the way, the people of the Middle East Desert Legion countries also spontaneously saw off the Kyushu warriors.

"The so-called king goes, and the people bring the pot pulp to greet each other!"

The performance of the Kyushu Expeditionary Force in the Battle of Tacheng was recognized by the world.

On August 6, all the soldiers of the expeditionary force returned to China, and in Guomu City, Marshal Lin presided over a grand triumphal ceremony.

After that, all the soldiers of the expeditionary force were given a ten-day holiday.

The fighters hurriedly returned home and spent a short time with their loved ones.

Jiang Fan also took the time to visit General Man Tianzhi and rested for a few days.

"Jiang Fan, you fought well, and you played the prestige of our Kyushu country, and now the whole world has to be convinced!" General Man Tianzhi said with a laugh.

Jiang Fan picked up Man Xinxin's fried dishes and took a bite, took a sip of Mantianzhi's treasured wine, and said with a smile: "It's not my prestige, it's our soldiers, all of them are desperate!" However, this battle can be regarded as making Kyushu the default leader of the community, if it weren't for the lack of high-level combat power, our position as the chief would be stable! ”

"The position of the chief also represents trouble!" Man Tianzhi said.

"Yes, but it will be of great help to us to integrate the forces of all countries in the world to resist the invasion of the Source Beast in 1155!" Jiang Fan said with chopsticks.

"Hey, yes, I didn't expect that, I'll punish myself!" Man Tianzhi picked up the wine and drank it.

Man Xinxin wore an apron and brought over a plate of dishes, seeing that the two of them were deliberately drunk without Lingqi to suppress alcohol, they couldn't help but say angrily: "You two drink less, it's a rest and not a retirement, don't faint, you can't handle official affairs." ”

"Daughter, who are the two of us, a fifth-order great grandmaster, an emperor-level, can we get drunk? If you want to sober up, you will wake up! Man Tianzhi said with a big tongue, "You can just stir-fry!" ”

Jiang Fan laughed, it was difficult for him to get drunk, the king level and above were completely immune to alcohol, and he enjoyed this kind of short-term peace that was rare in the moment of war.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of eyes on his face, and turned his head to look at it, it was Man Xinxin.

Man Xinxin was stunned, her pretty face was flushed, she picked up the empty plate and trotted away: "I'll go make some for you again!" ”

Wu family.

Wu Huo'er lay in the boudoir, holding the husky doll, and fell asleep deeply.

She dreamed of her grandfather, who stroked her little head, held her little hand, and walked on the mountain path.

"Fire, life is a wonderful thing, but it will not always be beautiful, good times are like fire in the wind, rising and falling, but you have to remember that this fire cannot be extinguished!"

On 13 August, all the fighters returned to their respective armies and left for the north.