I Have a City in a Different World

On the damaged road, a convoy was moving fast, with smoke billowing along the way.

Because the demons are rampant, the transportation system has been completely paralyzed, and the aircraft has long been useless. Once it appears in the air, it will be immediately attacked by the flying demons.

Cars have become the most important means of transportation, but even so, they still cannot escape the ambush of the demons.

They always like to stand by the road, block the survivors who fled in a hurry, and then slaughter.

But at this moment, the team had no cover and was driving at a high speed all the way, as if they didn't care about the demons that might appear at any time.

Among the cars in the front, Sister Mei slowly hung up the communicator, frowned and gave the order to stop.

A series of braking sounds sounded, and the entire team was like a long snake, entrenched on the winding road.

When the convoy stopped moving, a witcher who was dressed in different but fully armed jumped out of the car.

They were at a loss as to what was going on.

"Sister Mei, why did you stop the car? Aren't we going to support Your Excellency Tang Zhen?"

The barbarian tiger wearing a wart armor rushed over and asked in an anxious tone, looking at his appearance, it seemed that he wanted to put his wings on and fly to the black desert.

The other demon hunters who had followed Tang Zhenqing's campaign to suppress the demons gathered here one after another. They looked at Sister Mei at the same time, wanting to hear how she explained it.

Concerning Tang Zhen's safety, everyone was anxious, for fear of hearing bad news.

As the demons raged, Tang Zhen had become the hope of the human race. Whenever he succeeded in clearing a demon nest, he would draw unanimous cheers from the demon hunters.

The safety of Tang Zhen's whereabouts has also become the most concerned thing for the witchers, so after hearing that Tang Zhen might be in danger, these witchers took the initiative to ask to join the war.

Although their cultivation is not high, compared to the demons, they are still far behind, but no one hesitates.

The motivation to support the witcher is the belief and blood in the heart, as well as the worry about the future of the human race.

Although there are many selfish people among the witchers, who are usually intrigued, but now that disaster is approaching, these witchers have become unusually united.

They are very clear in their hearts,

Now is not the time for infighting, especially things related to Tang Zhen.

Once Tang Zhen falls, the entire human race will completely lose hope and will never be able to emerge.

Sister Mei swept over the people around, looked at their expressions, and shook her head with a chuckle.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Tang Zhen has left the Black Desert and is coming to our location. It is estimated that he will meet us soon."

After hearing Sister Mei's explanation, the witchers cheered in unison, with expressions of relief on their faces.

"Great, as long as your Excellency Tang Zhen is fine!"

"I just said that Your Excellency Tang Zhen is so powerful that even the Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord were beheaded by him, how could he be in danger so easily!"

"Your Excellency Tang Zhen went to the Black Desert this time, and he must have killed another group of demons. It is estimated that there will be good news soon!"

A group of witchers were talking, their faces were full of joy, as if they were proud.

Since following Tang Zhen, this group of witchers had a feeling that they had completely bid farewell to their past lives.

In the past, they were called Demon Hunters, and they said that they were safe for the human race, but in fact they were a little guilty.

In the face of real demons, they always shy away from them, and the objects they usually hunt are just some inexperienced demon servants.

But since following Tang Zhen, they have truly entered the devil's nest and fought bloody battles with countless devils.

Although Tang Zhen beheaded the master of the Demon Nest, they also shed blood and sacrificed in the whole process, and they have an indelible contribution.

It is precisely because of these experiences that they feel a sense of pride in their hearts and feel that their souls have been sublimated.

No matter how many people call them witchers, they can accept it with peace of mind and be proud of it.

Just as everyone was chatting and waiting, in the surrounding fields, there were suddenly shadows flashing one after another, and then a thunderous sound of horse hooves was heard.

As the most powerful among the people present, Sister Mei was the first to notice the abnormality, and her complexion changed slightly at the same time.

"No, we're surrounded!"

With a light drink from her mouth, Sister Mei's figure rose to the sky, observing the surrounding movements from a condescending height.

The other witchers were also on the verge of an enemy, and they immediately jumped into the car, drove it to the side of the road to form cover, and held their breath to look around.

The sound of the hoofs became louder and louder, and then a large black shadow appeared, and a group of demon servant cavalry riding on strange six-legged horses rushed like waves.

These cavalrymen wore iron helmets with four sharp horns, and thick armor on their bodies, and a long sword of about ten feet in their hands flickered with cold light.

This long knife is extremely sharp, and with a single swing, even a car can be cut off.

"It's the heavy armored ghost cavalry of the Blood Slaughtering Demon Lord. These demons never leave a living room when they attack the city. They just destroyed an armored division a few days ago!"

A witcher exclaimed, with a look of horror on his face, and loudly reminded everyone.

After hearing this sentence, the demon hunters were shocked at the same time, realizing that they were not the opponents of these demons at all.

Panic was inevitable, and it was impossible for witchers to remain calm in the face of a group of invincible enemies.

"What are you afraid of? This is something we will have to face sooner or later. If you encounter a powerful demon, you will retreat. It is better to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, and maybe you can survive for a while."

The barbarian tiger waved the big sword in his hand and roared loudly at the surrounding witchers, his face full of indignation.

"That's right, even if you can hide for a while, can you hide for a lifetime? It's better to die vigorously than to be timid!"

"That's right, kill those bastards!"

"The time I spent following Your Excellency Tang Zhen was the happiest day of my life. Being able to slaughter the demon clan happily is not a waste of my life!"

In the absence of a retreat, the demon hunters' fighting spirit was completely aroused, their blood boiled, and they were ready to fight to the death.

Although the ending was already doomed, they could not be the opponents of these demons at all, but at this moment, no one backed down.

Seeing the witcher who was determined to fight to the death, Sister Mei's eyes flickered and she shook her head gently.

"Don't worry, as long as we persist until Your Excellency Tang Zhen arrives, these demons must be the ones who die in the end!"

When Sister Mei said this, her jade-like teeth were clenched together tightly. I don't know when she has stood with the human race.

Sister Mei knew in her heart that this was because of Tang Zhen. Although her master was also a demon, he always regarded himself as a human race.

As Tang Zhen's servant, Sister Mei naturally has to keep pace with Tang Zhen and belong to the human race.

Even so, she will face the entire Demon Race, but for some unknown reason, Sister Mei has no regrets about her choice.

Getting used to the intrigues of the demons and the law of the weak, Sister Mei envied those bright spots in human nature that erupted in times of crisis.

With a flick of her hand, a whip more than ten meters long appeared in her hand, vibrating like a snake.

At this moment, Sister Mei is about to stand with the witcher, facing the surging heavy-armed ghost riders, to advance and retreat with them, and live and die together!

But in the blink of an eye, the tide-like cavalry collided with the witcher, making a rumbling sound.

The car the witcher was riding in effectively blocked the impact of the first wave of reloaded ghost riders, but then the cars turned into scrap metal.

Relying on the cover of the car, the witcher launched an attack with all his strength. For a time, there were the sounds of weapons crashing everywhere, roaring and screaming.

It seemed like a fierce confrontation, but in fact, the Demon Race cavalry did not do their best at all.

For these demons, the blood of a witcher is far more precious than that of ordinary people, and life is far more precious than death.

Therefore, the reloaded ghost cavalry is not in a hurry to attack and kill, but surrounds the witcher, and then slowly captures it alive.

As previously expected, the demon hunters could not possibly be the opponents of the reloaded ghost knights, and they had been suppressed at this moment.

Even if Sister Mei and others fought desperately, they were still not the opponents of Ghost Riders. It was only a matter of time before they were defeated and captured.

Just as the demon hunters were in danger and the demons were laughing wildly, a huge hexagonal iron tower suddenly appeared in the sky, rapidly approaching their location.