Huh? Are they all real?

Because they knew that group of damned humans were going to summon Constantine.

So the demons of the entire Old World went crazy.

Constantine, who almost blocked the door of the abyss to beat them, was really the guy they didn't want to see again in their lives.

And that guy was different from any of the previous ones. He not only blocked the door, but also beat them into cripples and threw them back into the door and locked it!

He did almost everything!

The demons also remembered which era it was.

This guy ran around like he was in a hurry. Not to mention those little demons who were killed directly, even the demon lords, who were sequence three demon lords who could challenge the demon lords, were beaten and thrown into the door by him according to the route he planned.

Throughout the whole process, they didn't even hear the other party say a few polite words.

Basically, when they were creating chaos in their own territory and were happy, they were suddenly knocked to the ground by a guy who came out of nowhere with a few punches. Before they could say a few harsh words to save face, the other party had already beaten them into a crippled state and locked them in the door!

The demons couldn't find many accurate adjectives to describe that feeling for a long time.

Until a demon heard a term called "performance brushing" from a believer of the Abyss countless years later.

They suddenly felt that it was inexplicably appropriate.

In those years, they were really driven to brush it clean just like this guy brushed performance!

They had never seen the process of fighting each other, looking for clues, and purifying people's hearts.

They were really humiliated by Constantine from head to toe.

So now, how could the demons not go crazy?

The lava demon as high as a mountain squeezed through the ground and climbed out of the abyss.

It roared and rushed to the fortress in front.

Behind it, above its head, and in front of it were all kinds of small demons charging with it.

This is a demon lord, a very strong one.

It may have been close to the demon lord and qualified to get a seat.

So the defenders in the fortress also felt pressured by its arrival.

But the only good thing was that they soon found a very big surprise - the chest of the mountain-high lava demon was torn open by some force, a gap that went straight to the core!

"It's the wound left by Lord Constantine. Concentrate firepower and attack its chest!"

The giant crossbows and heavy artillery that were still in operation in the fortress all began to focus fire in that direction.

The human's actions made the mountain-like demon more ashamed and angry.

"Stupid human!"

The roar of the demon resounded through the world in accordance with its size, and its figure became more and more ferocious.

The counterattack of the Honor Army was very accurate, but it didn't work at all.

Because both the crossbow and the shells were blocked by an invisible force in its chest.

Obviously, this demon took a lot of precautions against this.

After all, it was such an obvious fatal point.

"Don't stop, don't stop! Keep going, keep going!"

The commander was still trying to organize a counterattack.

But facing the ferocious demon, their attack frequency was indeed very obviously slowed down.

It's not because of cowardice. No one who dares to come here is afraid of death.

The reason for the delay is simply that there is no way to act.

This is an extraordinary world, and the suppression of the lower existence by the upper existence is almost overwhelming.

There is no need for the other party to make a full move. Just the divinity displayed when going all out is enough to pollute everyone who dares to face it.

To fight against such existence, the general solution in most cases is to rely on equal strong people to contain it.

But the defenders here don't have such a way, because there are too many demons attacking.

All their remaining high-sequences are used in more critical places.

In those places, they are not facing demon lords.

But the real demon lords!

So they can only use another way to deal with the other party-relying on the strong wall to take human lives!

They have no way to confront the other party head-on, but the fortress under their feet is indeed full of blessings of various colors, and they also have powerful weapons left by the former Roman nobles in their hands.

Although even so, they are only theoretically feasible, and there is no possibility of killing in reality.

But fortunately, they don't have to kill the other party!

They just need to hold the other side back!

As long as they are willing to sacrifice their lives, they have a great hope of keeping the other side here, so that the super-large summoning ceremony being arranged in the rear can be completed.

It was a very unequal battle, but they had no other choice.

Or they were very glad that they still had this way to go.

As a commander of Sequence 5, he could still hold on, but more than half of the defenders around him had been contaminated.

Looking at the extremely obvious fine red lines on the faces of his companions.

After the commander's face twitched wildly for a moment, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Jump down, jump down if you can still move, jump down at the demons that are climbing up! Jump down with the demons you can take down!"

"Second echelon, come up!!!"

Because of the existence of the holy remains, demons are almost legendary in the Old World, and since they are legends, there is almost no means to heal the pollution of the abyss.

Not to mention that they are in the destroyed and occupied area.

So once they are polluted, they are basically hopeless. They may even fall into the abyss after being completely polluted, becoming a zombie that will only attack living people crazily or even a new demon.

The only way to deal with this is to kill him before he completely degenerates.

In this way, at least the safety of the rest of the people can be guaranteed and the other party can go to the last moment as a human being.

As for the commander's order, the defenders who can still move did not hesitate at all, because they are the Honorary Army of Augustus!

They are heroes who have fought one after another!

After receiving the order, they jumped down to the wall in front of them.

And take the demons with them as much as possible.

This made the demons who were just attacking suffer a head-on blow.

They were the fastest group to rush, not because they were so brave, but because they felt that these humans had no fighting ability under the pollution of the lord.

They wanted to taste the flesh and blood of these soldiers and enjoy their despair at the moment.

But what they didn't expect was that the other party would be so desperate. They didn't even feel the despair they longed for.

As they approached, they clearly felt that they did not have the comfort of lying in a warm bed. They only felt that everything around them was freezing cold.

As abyss creatures that feed on negative emotions, they naturally like despair, wailing, resentment and other negative emotions. Being surrounded by these emotions will make them feel that they have encountered spring, but there is no such thing here.

Even if the people here suffer from the pollution of the abyss, they are not desperate, nor do they curse everything with resentment.

They only have fire, a ball of fire burning fiercely in their hearts!

The flame cannot burn anyone, but it can make the demons feel tortured.

As the first batch of demons rushed up, they were led down the high wall by the Honor Army.

The second batch of demons directly bypassed the "cold flames" in front of them.

As very self-centered creatures, it is really normal for demons to do such things.

It was also because of this delay that the second batch of human defenders had already rushed to the top of the city.

The counterattack that had just stopped began to pour fire again.

Such a scene naturally made the demon lord in the distance very angry.

It raised its hands and then slammed them down.

A huge crack opened up from under it.

It wanted to throw the fortress directly into the ground.

In theory, it could do it. As a demon lord of sequence three, this was a very simple operation.

But the fortress opposite it was not an ordinary one. It was a fortress carefully built by Roman nobles for a comfortable life.

The big crack had only advanced less than half the distance when it lost its momentum in an instant.

Not to mention a huge crack that would allow the entire fortress to fall in. It couldn't even make the gap reach the bottom of the city.

Seeing this, the demon, as majestic as a mountain, clapped his hands together again.

The storm of fire broke out, and endless flames swept forward.

No matter where there were demons, the storm of fire was unstoppable.

The demons fell like dumplings in the flames.

They didn't wait for the wailing of the Honor Army, but they waited for their own first.

But such a powerful firestorm was thwarted by the strong wall.

The flames destroyed the demons in front, but they did not even burn the wall red.

The Demon Lord could easily destroy Suras, but he was not a Demon Lord, he was just a Demon Lord.

The strong wall that the Roman nobles used to save their lives could indeed stop it, even if the armaments stored in the fortress had not been exhausted due to corruption before the catastrophe and damage during the catastrophe.

The opponent would not be only theoretically possible to kill.

What made it even more ashamed and angry was that in front of its attack that could burn the city, the mortals on the wall did not even die.

As the flames burned, they fought back against themselves with the flames burning all over their bodies.

Those attacks did not hurt it at all, but it made it feel insulted.

"Whoever dares to retreat will be burned to death by me like them!"

After leaving this sentence, the mountain-like demon directly launched off the ground with both feet.

The mountain-sized monster jumped to an unusually high height.

Its wings had been torn off by Constantine long ago, so it could only try to jump in this way.

But it should have jumped directly over the height of the fortress, but it began to fall straight down after reaching a very delicate position.

In the end, it could only fall in front of the fortress in a huge smoke and dust.

"Damn mortals!"

This time, it finally couldn't help but let out a huge roar.

Its ferocious and huge arms swung directly towards the top of the city.

This time, it almost destroyed a large number of crossbows and killed a large number of honor soldiers like a rotten wood.

But its hand also triggered the blessing that had been applied to it because it suddenly hit the city wall.

As the holy chant sounded, the demon lord's arms suddenly ignited.

The demon as tall as a mountain could only cover his arms and fall back suddenly.

But before it fell, it also spit out a lot of poisonous fire towards the top of the city.

Even though the poisonous fire was quickly extinguished due to the blessing of the city wall itself, the defenders who were still trying to attack it were all ignited by the poisonous fire.

"Go up, go in, kill them, kill all these damn humans!"

Under the urging and tyranny of the demon lord, the demons seized this opportunity and rushed forward.

This time, the demons almost occupied the entire city, and some demons had already rushed into the city to start destroying it.

This made the demon lord feel that it was finally over.

However, first a dragon-striking arrow that had been waiting for it to approach suddenly shot at its chest, and then more honor soldiers stepped on the corpses of their companions and pushed back to the top of the city under the burning of poisonous fire.

This dragon-striking arrow that had been waiting for it to arrive for a long time failed to penetrate its defense, and even the crossbow and archer that shot the dragon-striking arrow were completely knocked down by its immediate reaction.

But looking at the dragon-striking arrow that was almost stuck in its chest, it still chose to retreat.

That was probably the last time, but how could a demon gamble with his life?

Looking at the retreating demon lord, the commander, whose half body was burned, showed great unwillingness.

He pounded the wall behind him in great annoyance.

Just a little bit, just a little bit!

If it was not against the dragon but against the demon.

But after a moment of unwillingness, the commander still tried to suppress everything and looked behind him.

He was dying and would not live long, although they had arranged replacements for various situations in advance.

But he was still very worried, because the Honor Army was about to be wiped out.

At most three rounds, it would be the turn of the slaves and survivors to come up.

He believed in the Honor Army, but he didn't know if he could trust them.

Along the way, he saw too many horrible things that he thought were demons but turned out to be humans.

So they dared not let these slaves and survivors come up with them.

They were afraid that the other side would turn against them at the last minute, so that they could not even hold on for the most basic time.

But now, the Honor Army was about to be wiped out, and they could only hope that they could hold on.

Is this really okay?

The commander didn't know the answer, and didn't dare to think about it. He could only drag his almost crippled body and tie himself to the flagpole to continue commanding.

Finally, as time came to the evening, the Honor Army stationed here was basically wiped out.

But the demons outside were still endless, and the demons in the abyss were indeed not endless.

But they had to face the demons that occupied the entire Old Continent.

After looking at the demons still roaring outside, the extraordinary person who took over the command subconsciously looked at the slaves and survivors holding weapons behind him.

They were timid, shrinking, and hesitant.

He wanted to ask them to follow him up.

But in the end, he still said nothing, because he remembered the heads stuck in a circle and the earth-shattering words of the demon:

'That was done by you humans! '

Beside him, the last few Honor Army soldiers also followed silently and stepped on the cracked city wall.

They didn't know what the last Romans would choose.

But they could choose their own path-die as a human being for the right thing!