Chapter 329: Strengthen the ability

On the blood-filled battlefield, a soldier in armor knelt on his knees and raised his long sword above his head horizontally.

His once high head is now lowered, as if he didn't want people to see his expression.

An Ailanhill tank track rolled past the armored soldier, and the grenadier behind the tank used a bayonet to pick the long sword to the ground aside.

"I surrender! Don't shoot! I surrender!" By the side of the soldier who was kneeling on the ground in armor, another soldier had lost one of his arms. He also knelt on the ground, raising his only arm, and shouted desperately. .

On the collapsed city wall, the king flag of the Holy Demon Empire was in dilapidated condition, and it was spread out on the ground full of holes. Surrounded by scattered corpses.

After holding for more than 20 days, Foz City finally gave up resistance and raised the white flag.

After being encircled, the hundreds of thousands of troops in the city tried to break through and hold on to their positions, but they did nothing. They were eventually eaten up a little bit, and they fell apart to this day.

In the end, the hundreds of thousands of troops left less than 50,000. The Archon of Balalaire surrendered with more than 40,000 soldiers, and the remaining soldiers who were unwilling to surrender began their own struggles.

They fought in the ruins of the city, but they suffered heavy losses because they were not organized or dispatched. In just one day, the remaining more than 10,000 people collapsed and surrendered. The city of Foz was also completely turned into ruins in the hands of these rebellious troops. .

And this is the last city controlled by the Holy Demon Empire, and the surrender here means that a huge magic empire that has existed for thousands of years has officially disappeared from this world.

The city lord's mansion, which had long been ill-formed, was bombarded by artillery on the stone steps that could not even be seen. Soldiers who were unwilling to surrender and died here were lying on the stone steps.

Around these magic soldiers are scattered bottles with empty magic replenishing liquid, and there are some other, not too common magic devices.

On the edge of a huge crater, a young Saint Demon Empire soldier holding a long sword, sitting on the edge of the crater, bowed his head like a corpse.

His body was full of mud and plasma. On the corpse beside him, bean-sized flies were hovering around a corpse that had long been breathless, but he was not even in the mood to wave away.

"Why? Why! I don't surrender! Mortals let me die!" Seeing the Ailan Hill soldiers who were surrounding him, behind the ruins not far behind the young man, a soldier wielding a long sword shouted and jumped. Up.

The soldier's long sword was still burning with flames, and there was a faint magical defense barrier on his body. But in the next second, the single-handed soldier became a broken body under the shroud of tracer bullets.

The helmet with blood rolled down beside the young man sitting next to the crater, and he still stared at the crater in a daze.

A few minutes ago, his country was gone. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was the order he personally gave.

Originally, he was the officer guarding here. A few days ago, he had just succeeded the previous officer to the death. Among the remaining soldiers, he was the only nobleman.

Therefore, he was appointed as the commander of this force the day before Ballalaire surrendered, and then resolutely rejected Balalaire's order to surrender the next day.

He didn't know what he had done wrong, he just didn't want to watch his motherland disappear completely.

But his men were killed one by one and crushed one by one, which turned his persistence into a complete joke.

"Pull out your saber! Sir! Throw it away! Then raise your hands and come over!" On the side of a m4 tank that is climbing, an Ailan Hill soldier is holding an stg-44 assault rifle, using a black hole The muzzle pointed at the young man sitting by the bullet crater and commanded loudly.

The young Saint Demon Emperor got up from the bullet crater, slapped the dirt on his body twice, and then suddenly drew out his long sword and put it across his neck: "I won't surrender!"

After finishing speaking, the long sword struck **** his slender neck, and the blood sprayed out, dripping along the inscription marks on the armor on his chest.

Two seconds later, the young man fell headlessly in the crater, as if lying in the grave of his choice.

At the same time he fell, the king flag of the Holy Demon Empire hanging on the city lord's mansion was thrown down. It fell on the ruins piled with corpses, and was instantly dyed red.

In the basement of Serris City, the light pierced Vivienne's eyes along a gap. She felt as exhausted as if she hadn't slept for dozens of days, but she still shook her head, squinted curiously and looked at the sisters next to her.

The female puppet t800 with a smiling face mask had also sat up at this time, and was looking curiously at her steel palm.

"I feel it! I feel it! This is amazing! The casting speed of the **** puppet is faster than mine!" The puppet was shocked and said with emotion in Vivian's voice.

And here, Vivian rubbed her head, and finally remembered where she was. She widened her charming eyes, with an unbelievable appearance: "Chris! You succeeded?"

"It's not a difficult thing, success is inevitable." Chris smiled and helped Vivian put a pillow on her back, while the female puppet over there had already turned over and got out of bed, and began to adapt to her own community. Up.

"It's really amazing." Vivienne looked at her "clone", her big eyes flickering, with a trace of the cuteness and cuteness who just woke up: "Doesn't this mean that you can make it without side effects? Such an army of **** puppets?"

"How is it possible, the side effects are still very big." Chris shook his head and said: "At least, you will be very tired recently, not suitable for high-intensity fighting. You need to get enough energy and recover for a month."

"Report!" At this moment, an officer walked in, stood up and saluted, stood behind Chris, and reported the latest front-line news: "This afternoon, the 2nd Army has invaded Foz. The Holy Demon Empire... has been It doesn't exist anymore."

"Very good!" Chris nodded, which was good news that made him very comfortable.

At this moment, the puppet t800 one next to Chris suddenly walked in front of Vivienne’s puppet, bowed slightly and introduced herself: "Hello, beautiful lady, please allow me to introduce myself. I’m Chris. Number 1, can I make friends with you?"

"..." Chris covered his face in despair, and didn't dare to look at the **** puppet made by Vivian's expression. The skill of picking up girls seems to have been strengthened...

Today this is to make up for yesterday's short chapter... I owe you two more changes, the dragon spirit is well known, don't worry, you must pay it back!