Lord Era: I, The Strongest Abyss Lord!

Chapter 120 Forty Percent

In the next three days, a tug-of-war that was so cruel that no words could describe it, unfolded in the royal city.

And the city of Wangcheng will soon no longer be considered a city.

Because it can be counted as a building, now only the towering magic tower of Ms. Shire, the magister, and the lord's castle where the two lords Su Yingxue and Li Sinuo sit are left.

All the other buildings, whether it was the houses of the residents, the market for trade, or the streets for walking, were all destroyed by the flames of war and turned into ashes without exception.

The cruelty of war is reflected here.

What was once a busy street has been transformed into a veritable slaughterhouse.

On the muddy ground, the corpses of warriors of various races and the remains of demons were piled up everywhere.

And when you actually walk on such a path, you will feel like you are stepping on cotton.

Because a large number of rotten internal organs, mixed with blood, covered up the muddy masonry below.

In such a cruel environment, no matter how powerful the plague is, it will not be effective.

Because the time that soldiers survive on the battlefield is measured in minutes.

Most of the soldiers who were infected fell down without even having a chance to get sick, and they were mixed with those broken corpses, and they were no longer separated from each other.

The fighters on both sides competed street by street, every meter was the focus of the battlefield, and every slightly conspicuous ruin would attract terrorist attacks from both sides.

Sometimes, the demons will gain the upper hand, break through the walls shaped by magic, and come to the city to devour the wounded and those who are still in support.

Most of the time, it was Su Yingxue's warriors who had the upper hand. They roared and pushed the invading demons out of their city, and then used magic to repair the damaged city wall again, and then defended against the next round of attacks.

This is just the ground battlefield.

Above the sky of the city, fighting is also going on.

A large number of Laurent demons are engaged in bloody melee combat with Su Yingxue's flying units such as Griffon Knights, Goblin Flyers, and Dragon Eagles.

Every moment, on the battlefield, there are Laurent demons screaming and falling to the ground, and then being dismembered by the soldiers who have been waiting for a long time.

But this group of demons who are watched by the abyss lord, every time before landing, they will try their best to drag the hostile units to fall together.

Even during the fall, these demons belonging to the sky are trying their best to peck at their enemies.

Likewise, their enemies swung their weapons at them in hatred.

The time was spent little by little in such torment.

During these three days, the two sides forgot what they were fighting for.

Every soldier and every demon on this battlefield only knows to use all their strength to destroy the enemy.

Despite their sacrifices, the vast majority of the time is meaningless.

Because every time a soldier of the gods dies, another soldier of the gods will pass through the third-level portal in the castle and arrive at the battlefield.

And every time a demon dies, the abyss will also provide it with replenishment.

In a not-too-distant area, three abyssal hatching pools, like blood pools, are wriggling non-stop, throwing demon cocoons one after another into the world.

Such a battlefield is really too cruel.

It was so cruel that even the demons no longer roared loudly, but tried to hide themselves in the battlefield as much as possible, in order to survive for one more second under the enemy's attack.

Remember, the minds of demons are more confusion than stupidity.

In this way, the bloody tug-of-war lasted for three days.

And there are still seven days left before the seed of the abyss hatches.

In the last seven days, the demons' tide-like offensive finally stopped...

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"come!"

"You bastards, come on!"

In the magic tower covered with blood on the wall, Ms. Shire, who had already entered a mad state, roared, crushed a magic stone, and then injected the magic energy into her body.

The magister, who was originally in a beautiful figure, with a frown and a smile, was standing in the center of the magic tower with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, releasing one after another arcane spells that had been amplified by the magic tower.

And her palms were covered with scars.

This was caused by her crushing too many magic stones.

During these three days, she hardly closed her eyes.

Every day when you open your eyes, there is endless blood and death, and there are demons pouring in like a tide.

"The seven-level arcane ring is built, the magic energy is being filled, and the skill crushing impact is ready to be released..."

Today, she is on the verge of collapse.

She couldn't tell whether it was a fantasy or a real one. She saw a wriggling black spot in the magic tower, and subconsciously released her attack.

And at this time.

"Ms. Shire, stop!"

A figure rushed up from the bottom of the magic tower, grabbed Lady Shire's bleeding hands, and prevented her from releasing this terrible arcane spell.

"Let me go, devil, let me go!"

Despite Ms Shire's screams and desperate resistance.

But how could her strength be greater than that of Li Sinuo, who was specialized in fighting?

"already..."

"it's over!"

Li Sinuo panted heavily, and said to Ms. Shire who was struggling in his arms.

"The demons have retreated!"

"You just aimed at our own people!"

"No, no, I'm aiming at the devil. Are you lying to me? Or, you're a devil in disguise? Let me go!"

Ms. Shire yelled, opened her mouth and bit Li Sinuo's palm.

But Li Sinuo didn't dodge or dodge, despite the fact that there was a deep wound on his hand.

"No, I didn't lie to you."