Chapter 955: Not of the same kind

"Sorry! We are not the same!" The soldier who stabbed this deadly sword of the demon servant army was the same demon who polished his sword before.

He felt that fighting for the strong was the meaning of the devil's existence. He believed that since the Ailanhill Empire was stronger than the magical source, the magical source should be eliminated.

This is exactly the thought that was instilled in these demons before the source of magic: invading others is not shameful, and destruction itself is not a cruel choice.

The source of magic allowed these demons to accept the absolute thought of the weak and the strong, and let these demons respect the strong, and let them survive cruelly according to the law of the jungle.

The killing of other races and the temptation of fallen traitors are all things that are taken for granted in the doctrines taught by the source of magic to the demons. It is precisely because of this that these demons finally transformed into what they are today.

It is precisely because of this kind of precepts and deeds that the previous expansion of the devil has made it so unfavorable and so devastating.

Unfortunately, the demons were defeated in response to the invasion of the magic continent. The rhetoric of the source of magic about the survival of the fittest immediately became full of flaws.

The original myth of invincibility was shattered, and the nonsense that magic is the origin of God and the ruler of the world has become a joke.

Many demons have only shaken their beliefs, but there are also many demons who have continued their beliefs.

Didn't your source of magic say that the strongest is worth following? It is obviously more reasonable to follow the human empire Ailan Hill, isn't it?

Doesn't your source of magic say that only victory is noble, and failure is original sin? Then following the noble Ellen Hill, it is better than the magical origin of failure, right?

"How...how could it be different..." The demon-defying officer who had been pierced by a sword knew that he was finished, and staggered back and asked with an expression of disbelief.

He really couldn't believe that these demon soldiers, who looked far less brave than him, could burst into such a powerful combat power under the protection of armor and shields.

The soldiers of the servant army produced their swords cleanly, which actually contained many exquisite cold weapon fighting skills.

It is naturally impossible for the dying officer to know that these exquisite cold weapon fighting skills are practical tactics that have been summarized and perfected for thousands of years on another planet.

Of course, he didn't even think about it. Those simple tactics to block the sword actually contained various subtle principles.

Only if you have confidence in the weapons in your hand can you use this simplest technical and tactical action. The user must fully believe that the shield in his hand can block the opponent's attack, so that he can face the sharp blade that the enemy has chopped off so calmly.

This is exactly what the weapons and armors provided by the Airan Hill Empire have brought changes to these servant army recruits: they believe that the weapons in their hands are better and stronger than their opponents!

It is with this kind of confidence that they will use the shield in their hands to block the opponent's attack, and then take advantage of the situation to find a good angle, kill them with one blow, and kill those difficult enemies.

"We are ordered not to rob demons and civilians! We can no longer eat humans or the like of demons!" a soldier of the servant army emphasized proudly.

This is his favorite ban, and he feels that with such a ban, the demons can finally be regarded as "civilized".

"What sympathy do those weak people have?" the strong demon asked hysterically. The black blood ran down his fingers, dripping to the ground, and never stopped.

This sword obviously hurt him a lot, causing this seemingly powerful demon officer to lose most of his combat effectiveness.

When he was yelling hysterically, behind him, several demon soldiers who lost their cover were defeated, and they were killed by the surrounding servant soldiers one after another.

The demons, who had been at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, were now even more sparse. They were back to back, shaking their swords back and forth nervously, fearing that if they were not paying attention, they would become the next hapless ghost to be hacked to death.

"What about the origin of magic? What sympathy does it have?" a soldier from the demon servant army asked rhetorically.

Right now, the source of magic is a downright weak in front of the Ailan Hill Empire. According to the theory that it instilled in the demons, the current source of magic is naturally not worthy of sympathy.

"..." Suddenly, the leader of the demon's collapsed army felt that he was justified. He wanted to refute his opponent, but the facts made him unable to speak.

Even he couldn't care about his painful abdomen a little bit, and desperately wanted to find his place in words.

Finally he started to argue: "How do you know that the great source of magic has lost? It may just be accumulating power, and you will soon be defeated!"

In fact, when he said these words, even he himself didn't quite believe what he said.

Even a diehard like him has already seen that the source of magic is already very passive. Those once elite demon forces have all been lost, and even the most elite of the servants of the gods, it seems that they have not been able to change the situation of the battle!

Or, the next time you counterattack the source of magic can be won, but even if you win, it is not a partial victory that can be determined from the defeat of the entire war level.

Even the most optimistic demons know that they are about to lose in this war: the truth is very simple. Before fighting on the magic continent, the demons had the advantage, and they also lost a lot, not to mention this time. The devil has been driven back to the Demon Realm, and the situation is very pessimistic.

"So, how do you know that it didn't lose?" The demon of the servant army is not a fool, and someone immediately asks.

At the moment when the deafening questioning confused the minds of these broken soldiers, the soldiers of the demon servant army rushed forward and raised the axe and long sword in their hands high.

Smoke billowed from the lit houses, and the whole village seemed to be quiet again. The dead corpse of the defeated soldier was still lying at the entrance of the village, and a drone swept over the treetops, with a slight buzzing noise, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The demon army officer who fell to the ground holding his stomach has long been silent. There were several wounds on his body, each of which was fatal.

Before he was alive, he had struggled to death, but unfortunately, his struggles were all in vain. In the end, he was killed by a long sword and fell on the open space of the village he once wanted to looting.

A battle started so quickly, and ended hastily. The soldiers of the demon servant army who had wiped out these routs are simply sweeping the battlefield.

The corpses of the civilians were also gathered up, and buried separately from the demon soldiers. This is also the above requirement, the demon servant army must clean the battlefield and bury the dead body.

Originally, the demons did not bury the corpses. They emphasized the idea similar to the sky burial: according to their simple values, these corpses are all food, and they can be eaten by themselves before they rot, and they can be left for devil dogs or other beasts to enjoy after they rot.

And after taking refuge in the Ailan Hill Empire, these servants can only go to the village to follow the customs and begin to bury the corpses of the dead on the battlefield.

Obviously, from the perspective of sanitation and epidemic prevention, burying corpses is definitely a very meaningful thing.

It is also a village, a village of the devil, which is different from a village of a human, but there are many similarities between the two.

On the Magic Continent, an unknown small village, like the devil’s village in front of him, restored peace and rebirth.

When Hecht jumped off his dragon again, the village in front of him had changed.

He sent the special medicine and the plague vaccine, so that the people here escaped from death's sickle.

At this moment, these refugees are celebrating their luck with joy, and when they meet Hecht, they no longer have the tension they had before.

For the refugees in the southern region, they finally began to recognize that the Ailan Hillers from the north were their liberators and saviors. ::

"The gods are on! Your lord, you are back safely!" The old man saw Hecht jumping off the dragon, stepped forward and bowed deeply, and greeted: "The great God of Creation will always shelter mercy. Kind you."

"Thank you." Hecht came back this time and brought a lot of cheap food. These foods are not so exquisite, but it is better to have plenty of food.

A box of instant noodles is enough for the people in this village to make do with a meal. What's more, for these locals, instant noodles are simply delicious in heaven.

You know, these refugees have been unable to eat for a long time. Not to mention the delicious noodles, even the instant noodle soup with a layer of oil is enough to make people salivate.

"My load is limited, and my mount has already overdrawn a lot of physical strength. So this time, I can only bring back some instant noodles and some compressed biscuits." Hecht looked at the hopeful eyes of the villagers. Explained with a blushing face.

He felt that he was full of guilt. For a moment, he felt that if he worked hard and let his beloved mount carry more food, he could make the villagers here live better.

"Sorry, if I work harder..." After a few seconds, he finally scratched his head and apologized to the villagers.

Who knows, the old man in front of him interrupted him and thanked him: "You don't have to be too reluctant! My lord! We are very grateful, thank you for sending us hope when we are about to die... Yes, Hope... is something more precious than gold!"