Chapter 1065: Pity

In the collapsed ruins, a ragged demon was struggling to pull a huge stone. His body was a little thin, and he was a little weak when he pulled the stone.

The weather is no longer cold, but his life has not improved. In fact, his current life can be said to be completely ruined.

Originally, he was still a good blacksmith, and in the factory in front of him, he kept producing parts one after another.

These parts can be pieced together into a war machine, a huge and invincible heavy war machine.

But this kind of war machine became fragile under the enemy's attack, and the original solid magical defense barrier was broken with a single poke like a white paper.

A few days ago, he was very happy, because the more losses on the front line, the longer he needs to work, and the more the factory pays him.

In those few days, nine out of ten war machines on the front line were destroyed. His workload increased sharply. He also imagined that he had been so busy and could earn more food.

As a result, everything has changed in the past few days: Withalens, who has never been attacked, has been attacked by the enemy, and the factory he works in has also become a pile of worthless ruins in front of him.

The Demon Race has always been implementing a ruling model similar to the wartime economy. Before encountering Ailan Hill, the Demon Race had been expanding.

In the beginning, they conquered quadruped apes and demon bats, and later conquered succubus and some sub-human races.

In short, in the past long years, the Demon Race has conquered the entire Demon Realm and unified the entire Demon Realm, just as Elan Hill conquered Elan Sirius.

At the same time, they also created magic eyes and began to invade the magic continent, which is now Ailan Xiris.

This mode of always expanding and always fighting is very similar to the current state of the Ailan Hill Empire.

To be more blunt, this is the fastest rising model, no matter who comes, this set of things is the best to use...

However, when encountering a stronger civilization, the problem of this model is exposed: the pain of unsustainable, who knows who uses it!

The demon blacksmith in front of him, or the demon worker in front of him, hadn't eaten for several days. If it weren't for the devil's very strong endurance, he might have been hungry in his doghouse.

No way, according to the standards of the Ailan Hill Empire, the places where most demons live now can only be described as kennels.

"Hurry up and work! We must restore this place in two days! The front line is waiting for the parts we produce! Hurry up!" Behind the thin demon worker, a demon officer in armor pressed his long sword and carried it. He shouted loudly while holding the whip.

The collapsed chimney and the equipment that has been buried, including the magic device that provides energy for these equipment, are actually unusable.

It is definitely an unrealistic illusion to want to resume production within two days: it may take two or even three days for these ruins to be cleaned up.

A sturdy four-legged orangutan originally used for combat has now been transferred to help. It savagely pulled the collapsed walls, raising waves of dust.

In the open space on the side, beside a machine that was finally rescued, a few old demon workers were desperately repairing it.

They have to restore this equipment to a state where it can be produced within the specified time. This is not what they are good at, but they can only do it now.

In fact, the accuracy of such repaired equipment has long been very worrying. It is estimated that the parts it can produce will be difficult to continue to use.

Another sturdy stone was pryed up by several demons, and it rolled to a low place, and smoke billowed along the way.

A boiler for smelting was exposed, most of it was still buried under the ruins, and the exposed part had obviously been smashed into shape by the collapsed ruins.

The original complicated pipes have been broken, the metal surface is full of stains, and there are pits and pits everywhere.

In fact, even if this kind of thing is repaired, there is no way to use it. After all, smelting metal requires not only temperature, but also pressure!

Eighty percent of the boiler with hidden wounds can no longer withstand the pressure of the original design: if it is used to smelt the original metal, it is likely to explode.

At that time, it wasn't someone else who bombed it, but its own boiler exploded, and it was all its own people...

These workers dare not say these things because they are also afraid that they will be killed by the high-level demons, or they may simply lose their jobs.

After all, repairing these rags here, anyhow, every few days, you can still get some food. If they become useless, they will probably be drawn to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

In recent days, this kind of thing has happened more and more frequently: every day in the city, workers and civilians are captured and armed as soldiers. They are given a spear or a sword, even without training. Was sent out of the city.

Those who were not effective were either sent to the wall to serve as the city guard, or were used as supplementary soldiers and sent directly to the farther front.

Everyone has a hunch that these people will not be able to return... They will die tragically on the front lines, turning into corpses that nobody cares about.

They are not guessing either, because just look at the unhandled corpses on the ground that have begun to smell, and you probably know what the front line looks like!

Countless people died in that unprecedented bombing, and there are still many craters that have not been filled.

As a city, or as a super huge temple, the function of Withalans has basically been paralyzed, and the wisps of smoke have not completely dissipated until now. The city’s fire was only extinguished two days ago, and it is very difficult to find a source of drinking water.

Under the supervision of the officer carrying the whip, the thin demon worker continued to carry the gravel in front of him.

When he removed another stone, an arm full of dust was exposed. There were corpse spots on that arm, and an unpleasant smell came over his face.

The worker who was used to seeing the corpse frowned, and when he continued to pull the corpse, it was just a buried companion. Under this ruin, there were hundreds of such corpses...

The stone he moved away was covered with black dried blood, with hair and skin stuck to it. This is only spring, and perhaps in summer, all this disgusting will become even more disgusting.

"It's a pity..." He sighed. If it doesn't rot, maybe it can be used to satisfy his hunger...