Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The demons' offensive continued. These monsters from the Abyss kept emerging like a tide, charging one after another.

Faced with the fierce artillery fire and dangerous mines that burned the Empire, they used the most primitive means to counterattack - relying on low-level demons to consume the Empire's shells and remove the Empire's mines.

Countless original demons and cowardly demons rushed to the Empire Wall under the command of high-level demons.

Most of them were blown into charcoal and turned into powder by the dense artillery shells like rain. Only two or three of them managed to pass through the blockade and come to the minefield, and soon triggered the trap buried underground.

In this way, the Abyss Legion often needs to pay the lives of thousands of low-level demons to advance the front line by ten meters.

Such an exchange seems to be unequal, but there are more than hundreds of millions of low-level demons in the Abyss. The number of original demons and cowardly demons in the layer controlled by Zelrazak alone is probably more than this number.

For the demon commander, these low-level demons are cheap consumables. Their value is not as good as the empire's artillery shells, mines, or even a bullet.

Anyway, demons will return to the blood pool to be reborn after they die outside the abyss. Letting these guys die is profitable anyway, as long as they can conquer the Burning Empire.

Continuous explosions, deaths one after another, the firelight illuminates the earth in the dark night like daytime, and the demons in the shadows have nowhere to hide.

This offensive lasted until dawn, until the sun gradually rose, the morning glow dyed the clouds red, and the arc of artillery fire was still crisscrossing in the slightly dark sky.

On the ground, there were charred remains of demons everywhere. These remains even covered most of the ground, forming a weird "soil", and even small hills of corpses.

When the shells fell on those "hills", the bodies of demons would suddenly explode, and broken bodies and limbs would fly everywhere.

But even the most sophisticated artillery of the empire needs to cool down and rest, and cannot bomb all day long, and the energy of the artillery is limited.

But demons are different.

They were born from the chaos of the universe, endless, and constantly spreading evil and chaos.

In the second half of the night, the earth was riddled with holes, and the entire wasteland was cut down by three feet, and then filled with the corpses of cowards and original demons.

At this moment, the frenzy of demons has gradually approached the wall of the empire, and has come to an area more than a thousand meters away from the defense line.

"Pah!"

"Those cowards only dare to hide behind and throw iron balls. As long as they fight in close combat, they will be torn to pieces by us!

Mortals are always so weak and incompetent, and they are only worthy of being the food of our demons and the nourishment of the great abyss!"

The soul judge waved his whip, and the giant bull demons like mobile fortresses roared dully and spewed out bursts of smoke. The Flo demon flapped its wings in the air and made a noisy scream.

"Roar"

"Ahhh."

And the cowardly demons and the original demons continued to crawl and twist, crowding and charging at the forefront of the demon tide, rushing towards the wall of the empire.

I saw thick gun barrels appearing in the solid fortress, and the black muzzles were aimed directly at the demons, followed by fierce flames.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

It was still the familiar sound of shock, smoke filled the air, and the fire rolled. Explosions appeared in the demon tide again and again, and the demons in the front were blown into charcoal again.

The charred body parts fell from the sky like rain, but the demons were still roaring and charging.

For these lowest-level demons, the orders of the superiors are everything. There are often such cases that a demon lord, on a whim, transforms the entire cowardly demon army into berserker demons.

Only the hundreds of meters long defense line in front of them, there are tens of thousands of demons charging, and the surging black tide spreads all over the earth and sky, almost occupying the world in front of the defense line.

"Too much"

"Not enough, the firepower is still not enough!"

George looked at the situation in the distance with a telescope, his expression was solemn, and he muttered to himself.

This time, he was highly expected by his superiors. The station he was responsible for was a key area in this war zone, which was related to the safety and stability of the entire defense line and could not be neglected.

The sound of artillery in the bunker was very loud, and it was almost impossible to communicate at a normal volume. He turned his head and shouted to the adjutant beside him: "Let the people on the artillery continue!

Without my order, you must not stop!"

"Yes, commander!"

The messenger nodded in response, and then hurriedly set off, waving the instruction flag, and sent orders to the stations of other battalions.

The adjutant said: "What about the machine gun group? There are also special transfers from above."

George just observed the scene in the telescope, stretched out his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "It's not the time yet, wait a little longer"

George also came to the window of a bunker, set up a fixed machine gun, and aimed at the demon in the distance.

"How on earth do those damned Abyss stinkbugs reproduce? We can never kill them all."

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Due to the cross-bombardment of more than a dozen defensive turrets, hundreds of demons fell every second.

But under the command of the high-level demons, the demon tide still surged, stepping over the broken and blurred corpses of their own kind without any care, as if they would never retreat.

The hideous and distorted faces of the demons and their noisy and harsh voices were getting closer and closer to the soldiers of the empire.

The hands of those soldiers holding their guns were trembling slightly, and sweat was dripping from their foreheads.

Too many.

Too many.

This was not like an enemy army, but more like an unstoppable natural disaster, like a black avalanche in the wilderness.

The distance between the demon tide and the defense line was also shrinking.

One thousand meters.

Nine hundred meters

Eight hundred meters

Until six hundred meters, George suddenly pulled the trigger hard and shouted loudly: "Fire! Shoot!"

Suddenly, flames spit out from the dozens of windows in the defense bunkers and hundreds of cold metal barrels extending from the windows.

For the soldiers, after hundreds of trainings, this has become muscle memory and will not go wrong anyway.

"Da Da Da -"

"Da Da Da Da Da -"

The bullets swept across like a storm, and the dense firepower network was intertwined between the demons and the defense line.

The hundreds of demons in the front row were instantly shot into sieves, and clusters of blood bloomed on their bodies, and then they fell one after another.

However, these machine guns did not mean to stop at all.

"Die, you stinkbugs from the abyss!"

George also held the gun, looking around with a serious expression and slightly red eyes.

"Da da da da da--"

"Boom! Boom!"

The bullets poured out with sharp whistles, and shells fell into the demon group.

Demons kept falling, and even the demons that were just aggressive had to flee.

When the gun barrels were red and hot and had to be cooled with cold water, only thousands of demon corpses were left in the wasteland in the distance.

"They retreated! Those demons retreated!"

"Long live the empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

The soldiers cheered, hugged each other in the bunker, and excitedly celebrated the victory.

However, George's face was still full of solemnity. He knew very well that the retreat of the demons was only temporary, and they must have a bigger conspiracy.

His mission was far from complete. This was just the beginning of this war, not the final outcome.

Sure enough, a rough, dull roar came from afar, as if it came from the wilderness, full of blood and made people feel instinctive fear - that was the fear of prey against predators, and the fear of pigs and sheep against butchers.

"Roar——" (End of this chapter)