The demonic offensive continues. These monsters from the bottomless abyss continue to emerge like a tide, launching attacks one after another.

Faced with the fierce artillery fire and dangerous mines that burned the empire, they used the most primitive means to counterattack - relying on low-level demons to consume the empire's artillery shells and clear the empire's mines.

Countless original demons and cowardly demons rushed to the wall of the empire under the command of high-level demons.

Most of them were blasted into charcoal and powder by the dense rain of shells. Only two or three of them managed to pass through the blockade and reach the minefield, where they quickly triggered the traps buried underground.
In this way, if the Abyss Legion wanted to advance the front line ten meters, it would often have to pay the lives of thousands of low-level demons.

Such an exchange may seem unequal, but there are more than hundreds of millions of low-level demons in the Abyss. The number of original demons and cowardly demons in the layer controlled by Zelrazak alone is probably higher than this number.

To the demon lords, these low-level demons are cheap consumables, their value is not as great as the Empire's artillery shells, mines, or even a bullet.

Anyway, if the demons die outside the abyss, they will return to the blood pool to be reborn. Letting these guys die is a win in any case, as long as - the Burning Empire can be conquered.

There were continuous explosions and deaths one after another. The flames illuminated the earth in the darkness as if it were daytime, and the demons in the shadows had nowhere to hide.

The offensive continued until dawn, until the sun gradually rose, the morning glow dyed the clouds red, and the arcs of artillery fire still crisscrossed the slightly dark sky.

The ground was littered with the charred remains of demons, which even covered most of the ground, forming a strange "soil" and even small hills of corpses.

When the shells landed on those "hills", the bodies of the demons would suddenly explode, and broken bodies would fly everywhere.

But even the empire's most sophisticated artillery needed to cool down and rest. It could not bombard around the clock, and the artillerymen's energy was limited.

But demons are different.

They were born from the chaos of the universe, endless, and constantly spreading evil and chaos.

By the middle of the night, the ground was riddled with holes. The entire wasteland was cut down by three feet, and then filled with the corpses of cowardly demons and original demons.
At this moment, the demon's frenzy was gradually approaching the wall of the empire, and was more than a thousand meters away from the defense line.

"Snapped!"

"Those cowards only dare to hide behind and throw iron balls. As long as we fight them in close combat, they will definitely be torn to pieces by us!
Mortals are always so weak and incompetent, only fit to become food for us demons and the nourishment of the great abyss!"

The Soul Judges waved their whips, and the giant bull demons that were like mobile fortresses let out dull roars and spewed out bursts of smoke. The Flo demons flapped their wings in the air, making noisy screams.

"Roar"

"Ouch."

However, the cowardly demons and the original demons continued to crawl and twist one after another, crowding and charging at the forefront of the demon tide, rushing towards the wall of the empire.

I saw thick gun barrels appearing in the sturdy fortress, and the black muzzles were pointed directly at the demons, followed by fierce flames.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

It was still the familiar rumbling sound, the air was filled with smoke, the flames were raging, and explosions occurred again and again in the demonic tide, once again blowing the demon in the front into charcoal.

Charred body parts fell from the sky like rain, but the demons were still roaring and charging.

For these lowest-level demons, the orders of the superiors are everything. There are often cases where a demon lord transforms an entire army of cowards into berserkers on a whim.

Just on this defense line that was several hundred meters long, there were tens of thousands of demons charging. The surging black tide spread across the land and sky, almost occupying the world in front of the defense line.

"Too much"

"It's not enough, the firepower is still not enough!"

George was observing the situation in the distance through a telescope, with a serious expression and muttering to himself.

This time, his superiors had high hopes for him. The garrison he was in charge of was a key area in this war zone, which was related to the safety and stability of the entire defense line and absolutely could not be neglected.

The roar of artillery fire in the bunker was so loud that it was almost impossible to communicate at a normal volume. He turned around and yelled to the adjutant beside him, "Let the guys at the battery continue!

You must not stop without my order!"

"Yes, leader!"

The herald officer nodded in agreement, then hurried off, waving his flag to send orders to the other camps.

The adjutant said, "What about the machine gun crew? There are some specially transferred here."

George just observed the scene in the telescope, stretched out his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "It's not the right time yet, wait a little longer"

George also came to the window of a bunker, set up a fixed machine gun, and aimed at the demons in the distance. "How on earth do these damn abyss bugs reproduce? We can never kill them all."

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Due to the cross-bombardment of more than a dozen defensive turrets, hundreds of demons fell every second.

But under the command of the higher-level demons, the demon tide still surged forward, stepping over the broken and blurred corpses of their own kind without any care, as if it would never retreat.

The demons' hideous and distorted faces and noisy and harsh voices were getting closer and closer to the imperial soldiers.

The soldiers' hands holding their guns were shaking slightly, and sweat was dripping from their foreheads.

Too much.

It's too much.

This didn't look like an enemy army at all, but more like an unstoppable natural disaster, like a black avalanche occurring in the wilderness.

The distance between the demonic tide and the defense line is also constantly shortening.

One thousand meters.

nine hundred meters

eight hundred meters

When they were 600 meters away, George suddenly pulled the trigger hard and shouted loudly: "Fire! Shoot!"

Suddenly, tongues of fire spurted out from dozens of windows in the defense bunkers and from hundreds of cold metal gun barrels sticking out of the windows.

For the soldiers, after hundreds of training sessions, this has become muscle memory and they will never make mistakes.

"Da da da--"

"Da da da da da-"

Bullets swept over like a rainstorm, and dense firepower networks were intertwined between the demons and the defense lines.

The hundreds of demons in the front row were instantly beaten into sieves, with clusters of blood blooming on their bodies, and then they fell down one after another.

However, these machine guns showed no sign of stopping.

"Death to you bug from the abyss!"

George also held the gun, looking around with a serious expression and slightly red eyes.

"Da da da da da-"

"Boom! Boom!"

Bullets poured out with sharp whistling sounds, and more shells fell into the group of demons.

Demons kept falling, and even the demons that were so aggressive just now had to flee.

By the time the gun barrels had turned red and hot and had to be cooled down with cold water, only thousands of demon corpses were left in the distant wasteland.

"They retreated! Those demons retreated!"

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

The soldiers cheered, hugged each other in the bunker, and excitedly celebrated the victory.

However, George's face was still full of solemnity. He knew very well that the demons' retreat was only temporary and they must be hiding a bigger conspiracy.

My mission is far from complete. This is just the beginning of this war, not the final end.

Sure enough, a rough, dull roar came from the distance, as if coming from the wilderness, filled with the smell of blood, which made people feel instinctive fear - that was the fear of prey towards predators, and the fear of pigs and sheep towards butchers.

"Roar——" (End of this chapter)