Walls of Empire, Dragon Scale Fortress.
This is the most critical central area of the entire defense line and the joint headquarters of this war.
The top brass of the Imperial Military Department take charge of the overall situation, plan tactics, and coordinate various regions in this fortress, with various departments including combat, training, reconnaissance, communications, and military affairs.
At this time, the atmosphere in the Dragon Scale Fortress was quite solemn.
The walls of the fortress showed magical images of various defense areas, and at this time, these images were without exception occupied by hideous and twisted demons.
Almost all the senior officers were silent. They sat upright in their respective positions and stared at the magical images.
Too many.
There are so many demons that they are almost all over the mountains and plains, with no end in sight.
Even these battle-hardened Imperial officers had never seen an enemy on this scale.
"Hoo——"
Imperial Marshal Doro turned away with a cigarette in his mouth. His expression could not be seen, only the smoke he was puffing out and his tall back could be seen.
"Tell me what you think - I believe you have also seen those demons."
"This"
As a military advisor, Adrovell looked at the surging demonic tide with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Even this mature silver dragon, who has been on the front line fighting against demons all year round, has never seen such a terrifying sight.
"The Rift Demon, the Giant Bull Demon, the Soul-Seizing Demon, and the Six-Armed Snake Demon."
He identified them carefully and recited the devil's name fluently.
"Even the Balor Balrog."
Having said this, Adrovil couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Bahamut, this level of demonic invasion.
To be honest, such an abyssal army has not appeared in the main material world for thousands of years. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have doubted that I had come to the bloody battlefield of Avernus. ”
Adrovil's sentiments are sincere because they are indeed true.
There are too many demons in the Abyss Legion, and there are many middle-level or even high-level powerful demons appearing in the demonic tide.
To put it bluntly, taking one tenth of these demonic tides would be enough to easily destroy the original United Kingdom of Northland and occupy the entire Anzeta.
But their current enemy is the empire.
Burning Empire.
A country ruled by a great dragon, a terrifying war machine, a paradise for the strong and ambitious.
Duoluo is very confident in you. In his mind, even a huge army of abyss demons cannot shake the empire in the slightest.
Adrovil reminded in a low voice: "Your Excellency Doro, no matter in terms of scale or strength, these demons cannot be stopped by ordinary people. At least I have not seen such an invasion.
In order to reduce losses, why don't you avoid the edge temporarily and consider withdrawing——"
"Retreat?"
Doro sneered.
"Like a coward - running away in disgrace before the fight begins? That is not the style of our Imperial people."
Adrovil shook his head and said solemnly: "No, that's not what I mean. The empire's territory is so vast. We may be able to trade space for time and seek more support."
"That's enough, Lord Adroville."
The dragon-veined goblin marshal raised one hand and blew out a stream of hot smoke from his nostrils.
The corners of the mouth with exposed fangs were raised slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in the small cloudy eyes, and a ferocious smile appeared on the ugly face.
"You may know the Abyss Demon very well, but you don't know the Ember Empire, let alone the pride in the bones of the people of the Empire.
Doro turned around, threw the cigarette on the ground, and stamped it out with his foot.
The hobgoblin's tone became increasingly high-pitched, seeming to contain long-repressed anger. "For more than ten years, I have witnessed with my own eyes that the Burning Empire, under the leadership of the invincible His Majesty Cassius, expanded in battle after battle and grew stronger in victory after victory.
And this time, even if the opponent is the Abyss Demon, there will always be only one result - victory! If you cannot win, then die heroically! ”
Upon hearing this, all the senior officers in the fortress - whether they were humans, hobgoblins, tieflings, ogres or lizardmen - stood up in unison and placed their clenched fists over their hearts.
Loyal! Sincerity!
Give your heart to the Empire!
Looking around at the enthusiastic officers who wanted to die for the empire, Adrovell was in a daze for a moment and didn't know what to say.
He has not yet adapted to the unique ethos of the empire, and is still accustomed to looking at the empire the same way he looks at the human kingdom - and this is obviously stupid.
Doluo pulled out the long knife from his waist, with a ferocious face and an excited expression, and ordered word by word to the messenger at the door: "Tell them not to hold back, and directly engage in saturated fire coverage!
After being frugal for so long, I want to have a good time this time and give these abyssal bastards a taste of the Empire's cannonballs! ”
The hobgoblin's eyes were red, white smoke spewed out of his nostrils, and he was panting with excitement.
The other senior officers were also looking forward to it, and their eyes of various colors were full of anticipation.
"This is the Empire."
Adrovell was stunned in his heart. The seemingly unstoppable demonic tide didn't seem so terrifying at this time.
The existence of abyss demons is a curse in itself. They can gradually corrupt the surrounding environment and eventually turn it into the paradise of the abyss.
In this cursed wasteland, chaotic evil spirits linger, blood seeps from the cracks in the ground, and bloody organs grow from the soil.
The originally docile and kind-hearted Linlu's eyes were red, and it was frantically striking everything it could see until it killed itself.
These hundreds of thousands of demons crowded together and marched desperately to the north. Their noisy, noisy screams made all living beings tremble.
Wherever they go, any living thing will be killed, leaving only broken ruins and disgusting blood stains.
Behind the demonic tide, on the throne composed of flesh, flesh and bones on the back of the abyssal dragon——
Leo Bossk looked into the distance, staring at the fortifications in the distance, with hatred and sarcasm in his eyes.
"Hahaha, it turns out you are scared too
However, this ridiculous toy cannot withstand the great Abyss Legion, let alone my revenge. ”
The demon's body trembled, and the scene of the red dragon being torn to pieces by him emerged in his already corrupted brain.
It pointed its flaming sword to the north and roared at all the demons around it: "Warriors from the abyss, crush them for me! Destroy them completely——"
"Whoosh——"
A harsh sound sounded.
Listening to that familiar voice, the former Grand Duke Leo instantly realized that it was the scream of cannonballs flying high in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, this kind of whistling sound that made people in the Northland frightened came from the entire defense line.
"Boom!"
The earth trembled, flames radiated, and a huge explosion appeared in the raging demonic tide, like a terrifying flower unfolding, instantly melting hundreds of timid demons on the spot.
"Ouch——"
The demon enveloped within the explosion range only had time to let out a shrill wail before being swallowed up by the explosion.
But this is just the beginning.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The ground was shaking violently, and dense explosions were happening continuously, creating a sea of fire on this vast plain.
"Not good."
"No, no, how can their artillery have an effect on higher-level demons!"
Leo was muttering in his mouth, and he was shaking all over, as if he was recalling those unbearable past events, and thinking of the nightmare of the Northland being destroyed by artillery fire. (End of chapter)