Chapter 1182： Same holiday

An old demon officer, looking up at the somewhat gloomy sky, where there is a calm and pure magical energy.

He squinted his eyes as if he was looking at his future, but it was a pity that the magical energy that once filled him with hope of victory has now shrunk a lot.

"We're done." He looked at the young demons behind him. Some of these demonic soldiers were carrying long swords, some carrying long spears, and a few others carrying an old 98K rifle.

It's like a broken pirate team, they don't even have neat weapons and good armor.

The weather is not cold anymore, so the whole street is filled with the smell of rotting corpses. It's like **** here, and every corner is filled with despair of death.

Fat mice, as long as a human arm, gather in the cracks of the ruins, their tails entwined in the eye sockets of fangs skeletons.

Because there are no hunters like devil dogs, these animals that could only live in caves have now begun to act unscrupulously.

Before, there were demon soldiers who used these rats as food to feed their hunger. Later, as the war eroded completely, these demon soldiers had no energy to deal with these low-level animals that reproduced extremely fast.

As a result, these originally thin and now fat animals raged in this place that can no longer be called a city, and even before the wounded soldiers were completely dead, they surrounded them and began to eat the black flesh and blood.

The offensive of the Airanhill Empire slowed down a few days ago, the two-wing offensive surrounding the city seemed to have stopped, and large-scale battles had completely disappeared.

Occasionally scattered offenses are also localized. They are launched for reasons such as restoring the line of defense. The scale of the offense is very limited.

It is precisely because of this that the remaining demon guards in the shabby city of Withalans can sustain it to the present.

"My lord... it's been ten days, the great source of magic... still nothing happens." A young demon said desperately.

They have been hoping, hoping that the source of magic can return to the battle, leading them to reverse the defeat and to victory.

Unfortunately, as time goes by, this war seems to be increasingly hopeless. The magic group made by the source of magic that represents hope has shrunk to one-half of its original size.

Seeing, it was going to disappear, and at the same time, there was the last bit of pitiful hope from the demon guards.

"Oh... we have no hope for a long time." The old demon shook his head depressedly, and said to the demons behind him: "If the source of magic can come back, he should have come back long ago."

They tried to fight persistently, but the cruel battle destroyed their little fighting spirit.

That is not a terrible opponent that flesh and blood can challenge at all. Humans don't need to fight at all, but those demon servants are scary enough.

The opponent has a lot of people and well-equipped weapons. They can replenish their troops at any time, and they have more nutrition so their bodies are stronger.

As experienced veterans fought fewer and fewer, and the opposing veterans fought more and more, the battle began to show a one-sided situation.

Of course they tried to surrender, but it was a pity that the other party seemed unwilling to accept them as prisoners.

Whether or not to put down the weapon, the opponent will raise the butcher knife. These demon guards finally realized how desperate they were when their enemies, the poor civilians who were invaded by them, were slaughtered.

Since surrendering is also death, and not surrendering is also death, they can only fight on. At least carrying a long sword in his hand is better than kneeling to die.

Now they are the only poor who are left with so-called dignity. If they give up their dignity, they really have nothing.

Dignity was just a ridiculous word in the cognition of the demons in the past, but when they lost their hope of life, the encouragement of victory, and the comfort of killing, they could only think of such a ridiculous word.

For all the demon defenders who are still in Witthaorance, this is a dumbfounding ending.

"Wow..." A piece of colored paper suddenly spread out in the sky, as beautiful as the fireworks before the banquet.

These rectangular colored papers drifted away with the wind, falling little by little to the ruins, to the ground, to the bones, to the corpse, and to the black dried blood.

As soon as the old demon officer stretched out his hand, he pinched a piece of soft pink paper falling from the air. He looked at the text on it curiously, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

There is nothing profound on the pink paper, but it says that the source of magic has been defeated, and the demons should surrender immediately. The above also gave a promise that as long as they surrendered, they could survive.

"...We... finally can surrender." The old devil suddenly seemed to have taken all his strength away, and fell onto a gravel behind him, with a bitter smile of relief on his face.

Behind him, the demon soldiers who also received this flyer were also grateful that they had waited for the final relief.

Those soldiers who were stronger and more experienced than them have all died in the ruins and rubble that can't be seen.

Every night, in their exhausted sleep, they could clearly dream of endless shelling and bombardment, as well as the deafening roar of tank engines.

The machine gun squeaked like a saw, and the flamethrower squeaked horribly. Even the sudden gunshots of the snipers echoed in the sky, making them shudder.

Such days are finally over. They can finally not worry about their throat being cut one day when they wake up, and they no longer need to worry about crying and looking for their arms after the explosion.

"Find out the white sheet that we found before." The old devil held the pink flyer in his hand and said to his men.

Several demons with immature faces hurriedly ran to a collapsed building not far behind.

They have waited for this moment for a long time, and now they can finally surrender, which is a great thing.

While running backwards, they shouted at the civilians around them: "We can surrender! We can surrender! Hahaha! We can finally surrender!"

As if it was a holiday, this happy mood spread all at once, letting everyone breathe a sigh of relief.