Chapter 1166: Self-esteem

Andrea was lying on a comfortable camp bed, feeling that she had not been so physically and mentally exhausted in a thousand years.

Up to now, she had no way to be sure that she had won, even if an officer sent a telegram. The content of the telegram was that Chris had confirmed that the source of magic had been defeated.

The originally tense heart is still tense, as long as she looks at the still huge magical energy group not far away, she can't let it go.

The Dragon Sovereign didn't seem to be far away, because he didn't know whether the news from the Ailan Hill Empire was true.

He couldn't believe that a battle in the Demon Realm ended with a victory over the Magic Continent.

Ever since, they didn't mean to leave, Vivian also needed a rest now, so she just stayed where she was.

But fortunately, there are sky warships, and it is more comfortable to be able to lie on the sky warships than on the front line. No matter how hard and simple they are, at least they have independent cabins, independent bathrooms, and even lobsters for lunch.

In this battle, His Majesty the Emperor of the Ailan Hill Empire lost three avatars of **** puppets, which is also something that Andrea is somewhat ashamed of.

She traveled all the way to the front line to fight, and as a result, she lost a third of her man's mental power before she barely defeated her opponent.

The sense of shame made her reluctant to appear in front of those generals, and she also knew that in this situation, no one had time to take care of them like "martial arts masters"...

It is indeed just a master of martial arts, and today's war has already changed the mode. The cruel slaughter turned into an elegant slaughter, with no change in the **** level, but the loss became a burden for the losing party.

Wagron is arranging troops to encircle Witthaorance, Medias is busy mitigating the loss of Burkland Fortress, and Heidecanon is attacking Witthorance at all costs.

As for the rest of the demon world, it is not important anymore. As long as we take this place, the remaining territories will be determined.

"His Royal Highness." A female elf officer came in with a dinner plate, which was filled with carefully prepared food: "It's time for lunch."

"Leave it there." Looking at the sabre hanging on the wall with interest, Andrea felt that he was becoming more and more useless.

She failed in the war against the demon army that gushed out of the eye of magic. As a result, she was once again embarrassed in the war against the devil.

Facing the battle of the source of magic, her master's dignity was ruined to pieces. As long as she closes her eyes, she can recall the terrible process clearly.

"Really, embarrassing." Andrea took a breath and gave himself a sad evaluation.

"What are you talking about?" The female elf officer who had just put down the dinner plate heard the voice of the imperial concubine and hurriedly asked.

"Nothing." Andrea sighed awkwardly, shook his head and replied. She was irritable and didn't know what to say, perhaps because she felt that, even if it was to say, she shouldn't complain to the female officer in front of her.

"Marshal Wagron asked me to talk to you about the battle... The armored forces of General Hedecathlon have entered the city to fight. They have captured most of the industrial area and are approaching the temple area." The female officer Kanan. Delia didn't mean to drive her out, and quickly said some good news.

"Really? That's great." Andrea said perfunctorily and sat up from the bed.

She had rarely been so rude in front of others before. Every time she saw people, she was neatly dressed and graceful.

Now, when the food delivery person opened the door, she was unwilling to even sit up and deal with it-the dignity of the strong was broken and she was very hurt.

When Andrea's self-esteem was frustrated, Heidi Cannon's offense was exceptionally smooth. Since the most elite armored forces of the Airanhill Empire entered the battle zone, the battle began to be out of the control of any demon garrison.

That is not a controllable force at all!

If the demon servants of the Airanhill Empire are still within the evenly matched range of the demon defenders, then the elite infantry of the Airanhill Empire, armed to their teeth, can already easily kill the demon defenders. Up.

At this moment, the Armored Armour of the Ailan Hill Empire that entered the battlefield was something of another dimension, and was not in the cognition range of the demon guard at all.

After seeing those tall steel giants walking invulnerably on the street, easily twisting a demon from the ruins, and then breaking the demon's body, the intensity of the battle dropped several levels.

The demon forces that were still resisting immediately divided into two factions, and one faction continued to kneel and surrender, hoping to be forgiven. The other faction turned around and ran without even looking back at all.

Wearing a powered exoskeleton, the heavy armored grenadiers of the Ailanhill Empire soon occupied the last devil factory that was in ruins. They hung the flag here and marched toward the devil's temple.

Loud singing echoed in the sky, and the demon troops guarding the temple drew out their swords and assembled into a square formation. Opposite them were several heavy armored grenadiers of the Airanhill Empire with weapons.

Then, a crazy massacre began. The bullets fired by the 10mm caliber assault rifle have terrifying penetration capabilities. In just a moment, there are not many demons that can continue to stand on the battlefield.

Then a few heavy armored grenadiers of the Ailanhill Empire, who grinned and licked their lips, turned into demons and rushed into the herd of lambs.

They drew out the long sword from their waist. When the magic was wrapped around the blade, the demons knew that the enemy they were facing was completely different from the enemy before them.

Before they could escape, they were chopped to the ground. Those demon officers who barely knew how to use magic, also under the strong blessing of the opponent, became the souls of the sword.

As these heavy armored grenadiers kept moving forward, the demon troops stationed in the temple began to keep retreating.

They pushed up the long steps full of bullet craters and rubble. After leaving dozens of corpses on the steps, they were finally pressed back into the gate of the temple by the humans.

In the still stubborn demon temple that hasn't collapsed, the demon defenders who have advanced and retreated screaming and rushing towards their opponents. And with a light wave of their opponent, they chopped these idiots into two pieces.

The black blood was sprayed on the wall, sprayed into the abandoned blood pool, flowing along the cracks in the dirty floor tiles, and finally gathered and dried up and solidified in the corpse or the gully beside the wall.