Eight Hundred and Eighty Makes People Comfortable

The reality is so cruel, no matter how much this poor white-robed god servant yells in his heart, it can't change the fact that he has no chance to escape.

He saw with his own eyes a servant of God not far away being knocked to the ground by Alan Hill's huge war machine.

In the next second, he saw another white-robed God Servant being hit with magic by several besieging magicians, struggling in pain and exploding in the thunder and lightning.

When he came back to his senses, he had already been stabbed with a sword by the general of the Elanhill Elf in front of him...

Before he had time to struggle, he felt that the energy in his body was out of control. He saw the elf general backing away rapidly, and then his eyes turned into darkness.

Death is not necessarily the end for the servants of the gods. They may be resurrected safely in the rear, and they can continue to participate in the battle...

But death is also a kind of torture for them! Every time they are resurrected, it's not that they didn't pay a price, but as the main body, they don't know it.

God servants cannot be resurrected indefinitely. Every time these monsters are resurrected, they will consume the spiritual power of the main body and the vitality in the body.

Until the loss exceeds the maximum limit that the body can carry, this seemingly infinite number of resurrections will be completely over.

Regardless of how many times they can be resurrected, or whether they can be resurrected, the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire don't know-they just need to kill these servants of God in front of them to end the battle.

The desperate servants of the gods, the wounded and the wounded, the exhausted and exhausted of magic energy, have only the strength of dying struggle left.

They were covered by firepower and suffered all kinds of blows. Those who survived now were just lucky.

However, no matter how good your luck is, there will be a day when it will run out sooner or later—it is obvious that the good luck of these white-robed god servants in front of them has run out.

One by one, they were killed by the soldiers of Alan Hill. There were not many left, and one after another fell, the servants of God who were able to resist could not hold on.

When the last God Servant fell down and died, the whole battlefield became silent, and the few remaining God Servants were defeated on the battlefield. The air force pursued and killed them, and none of them escaped in the end.

And when these servants of the gods were wiped out, there was a sound of joy in General Medias' headquarters.

Compared with the loss caused by the previous attack by the servant of God, this time Alan Hill almost completely wiped out the invading enemy without any injuries.

This is definitely something worth applauding. The enemy's most difficult unit was wiped out without doing anything!

Next time, the origin of magic organizes such an attack again, and it will be more cautious, and Alan Hill's tactical advantages will be reflected even more!

"Long live Alan Hill!" When the last servant of God fell, the soldiers of Alan Hill cheered.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Everyone raised their arms, celebrating the victory.

...

"A letter from the devil?" Chris was also shocked by the details after receiving the report of this partial battle.

He really didn't expect that it was a demon messenger that allowed the Alan Hill Empire to annihilate a demon's god servant army so easily.

Holding this report, he looked at the Elf Queen. These two people often discuss some political opinions together these days, but they get along very well.

The relationship between the two is also gradually heating up, but they still abide by their decency with each other, and they didn't do anything easy to be reconciled before they got married.

Andrea took the report, shrugged her good-looking shoulders, and said to Chris: "It's nothing surprising, in fact, a long time ago, there were some elves who preferred to call themselves Ilan Hill people."

The overall transcendence of this quality of life,

It's easy to make people have some longing thoughts-it's like the earth in the 1970s, many people yearn to live in the United States.

Chris looked at Andrea's good-looking, curved and sexy shoulders and shrugged twice, intentionally or unintentionally staggered his gaze, and then said: "For Alan Hill, this is a good sign. "

Compared with the so-called ideologies and complex political stances on Earth, Alan Hill's inclusive appetite makes it easier to accept all races and bring everyone together.

Of course, the aborigines in this world have never eaten or seen it, and they can't tell what social system or political system is, so there is no need to argue with them which system is more suitable for this world.

Anyway, to sum it up in one sentence, they welcome whatever system Chris gives them, and the harmony is enviable.

"In short, this is a good sign! I accepted 20,000 devil civilians as captives, and the devil gave me a surprise in return. This is a good thing." Chris said with a smile.

Andrea, the queen of the elves, gave Chris a charming look: "You are taking a big deal, okay? Whether you look at the frequency of the servants of the gods or the size of the servants of the gods, this branch of magic origin Elite troops are actually very rare and precious."

"The total number of them should be around 5,000. After two consecutive failures, the number of this army should be less than 3,000!" She analyzed for Chris seriously: "For us, this is definitely Good news. As long as we can weaken the God Servant troops, the source of magic will have no way to threaten our defense."

In the end, she concluded: "At least, originally we had to beware of the opponent's magic of mass destruction and the army of God's servants. In fact, the pressure is very high. Now, we only need to deal with the opponent's magic of mass destruction. Defense, that's all."

"You're right." Chris nodded. The Elf Queen is also a commander who has been fighting outside the army all year round, and her strategic vision is also very vicious.

Even, Chris felt that compared to the real command battle formation, this elf queen was not much better than his Princess Cape Luna.

"However, I don't think we can't deal with these so-called servants of the magic origin." Chris then emphasized to Andrea: "It's just that we can deal a heavy blow to the enemy without paying a huge price. The thing itself is just refreshing.”

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