Chapter 1068: No one cares about the ants

It's a pity that fantasy is just fantasy. Most of the counterattack forces they depended on and had high hopes have now become captives of the Ailan Hill Empire, squatting on the side of the road to eat bread and drink mineral water!

"Great, almighty source of magic... Your brilliance will surely shine on the demons, let our tribe defeat powerful enemies, and rediscover the glory that belongs to the demons!"

"I firmly believe in this! A brief failure is only your test of us, you are the truth itself!"

"From just now, you are only talking about plans... what I want to listen to is the real battle situation!" Obviously, the source of magic is not a mediocre king, he is a demon god! Gods are good at fooling others, but they themselves are not so good at fooling!

"...Great source of magic, the counterattack started two days ago, and it will take time for the news to get back here." The officer lowered his head and replied.

"We have magic communication equipment! There are also magic dragons to send messages! In two days, is there no way to hear the victory of the front line?" The source of magic is not easy to deceive, he sternly scolded the demon officer in front of him.

"Great source of magic! The enemy has interference means, we can't keep in touch with the frontline troops! So we don't know how the battle is going, we can only wait patiently." The demon officer considered the words and replied.

"Boom!" When he made up the reason, a bomb pierced the thick magical defense barrier and landed directly on the open space in the middle of the temple.

The huge explosion caused the stone pillars of the carved beams to collapse in the courtyard and killed a demon guard standing in the courtyard.

The earth trembled in this guarantee, and the dust on many buildings was shaken down.

In the room where the source of magic was located, the vibration caused all the magic utensils to knock together, making a sound.

All the bottles and cans were shaking, and this sound made the source of magic more irritable and angry: "Waiting? Waiting! You are all a bunch of waste! Waste!"

His voice became sharper, and it was no longer the calm voice that could not hear the grief and joy: "You let the enemy hit such a place from the temple! You idiots! There is no more success than failure. Used garbage!"

Unpleasant curses echoed in the room, making the demon officer who was kneeling on the ground more anxious.

After all, if the source of magic is unhappy, he can crush a demon at any time, just as easily as an ant.

"The great source of magic... we, we are already doing our best... trying our best to fight the enemy!" He swallowed, bowed his head and said nervously.

"Do my best? What's the use of doing my best? I wait for a few more days. Are those **** humans about to break into my temple and point my head with a weapon?" The Source of Magic screamed.

"The subordinates will do everything they can to stop the enemy!" There is really nothing to say, this demon officer can only bite the bullet and swear his loyalty.

It’s just that no one cares about his loyalty now: the loyalty of the soldiers guarding the city wall and the gunners standing next to the anti-aircraft guns is infinitely close to zero. No matter how high the loyalty of a commander, how high can it go. What?

The army of demons that was once invincible has been destroyed with the defeat of the Four Princes. Those powerful servants of the gods have now also been lost.

The Temple of the God Attendant had been destroyed in the last bombing, and there were just a lot of bombs hitting the Temple. There was almost a ruin there.

Fortunately, the troops of the servants of the gods still existed, the source of magic had been transferred to the vicinity of his temple, so there was no way to send them out for combat missions.

No one believes the source of magic, so he arranges the waiter of the gods by his side, which is a kind of guard and defense.

Without the attendants of the gods, the demon troops, which were originally supplementary soldiers, had worse combat capabilities, and it was thankful that they could barely maintain discipline.

"Boom!" Another bomb fell near the temple, and a section of the courtyard wall outside the temple collapsed.

The surrounding buildings began to collapse, and the raised smoke hit the magical defense barrier, as if hitting an invisible wall.

A towering magic tower collapsed suddenly, just like those huge fallen chimneys in the suburbs. The surrounding demons screamed in shock, but were overwhelmed by the explosion of another bomb.

After the earth shook and the mountains shook, the bombers of the Ailan Hill Empire gradually drifted away, and Withalans, who had not fully recovered from the first bombing, was now even more embarrassed.

There was thick black smoke from the explosion everywhere, and collapsed buildings and ruins everywhere. There are corpses everywhere, and desperate images everywhere.

The worker in the suburb staggered and stood up from among the corpses, with dry black blood on his hands, and lying under his feet the corpse of the poor demon officer who was hit by shrapnel.

The parts factory next to him was completely out of shape, and everything he was familiar with disappeared in this bombing.

In the dust, he stumbled forward, trying to figure out the direction, but was knocked by a demon hurriedly by him.

There is no way, in this state, everyone becomes nervous. There are still explosions everywhere, and it is normal for someone to run around.

So the demon worker adjusted his posture, squinted his eyes and continued to walk in the dust raised by the explosion. He seemed to be walking in the fog, with unknown gray dust in front of him.

"I have an officer dead here! Anyone! I have a...cough cough cough!" He yelled loudly in the smoke, hoping that someone would come and help him.

Unfortunately, no one cared about a poor demon worker shouting in the ruins.

Some demons were fighting the fire not far away, other demons were setting up an anti-aircraft gun made out of time at the entrance of the street, and some demons were moving the bodies of some companions.

In short, everyone was busy, and some soldiers in armor hurried past the demon worker.

The dust raised by the explosion finally began to fall, and the surrounding air was no longer so turbid. Visibility resumed slightly, and the demon worker saw that Witholens not far away seemed to be billowing black smoke throughout the city.

At this moment, he finally understood that in the face of such a disaster, the little character he raised was just an ant that no one cared about.