Three Hundred and Twenty-Nine Strengthening Ability

On the blood-filled position, a soldier in armor knelt on his knees and raised the long sword in his hand over his head.

His once high head was lowered now, as if he didn't want people to see his expression.

An Alan Hill tank track rolled past the armored soldier, and the grenadier who followed the tank dropped the long sword to the ground beside him with a bayonet.

"I surrender! Don't shoot! I surrender!" Beside the soldier who was kneeling on the ground in armor, another soldier had lost one of his arms. He also knelt on the ground, raised his only arm, and shouted desperately. .

On the collapsed city wall, the king flag of the Holy Demon Empire was in a state of dilapidation, and it was spread on the ground full of holes. Surrounded by scattered corpses.

After holding on for more than 20 days, Foz City, with no help outside and no food inside, finally gave up resistance and raised the white flag.

After being surrounded, the hundreds of thousands of troops in the city tried to break through the siege and tried to hold on to their positions, but they did nothing, and were eventually eaten away a little bit, until today they completely fell apart.

The hundreds of thousands of troops finally fought with less than 50,000 people left. The Consulate of Ballarale surrendered with more than 40,000 soldiers, and the remaining soldiers who were unwilling to surrender began their own struggles.

They were fighting in the ruins of the city, but because of the lack of organization and scheduling, they suffered heavy losses. In just one day, the remaining 10,000 people collapsed and surrendered. The city of Foz was also in the hands of these chaotic troops and completely turned into ruins. .

And this is the last city controlled by the Holy Devil Empire. The surrender here means that a huge magic empire that has existed for thousands of years has officially disappeared from this world.

The city lord's mansion, which has long been out of shape, was bombarded by cannons so that the stone steps could not even be seen. There were many soldiers who were unwilling to surrender and died here.

There were also empty bottles of magic refills scattered around these magic soldiers, as well as some other, less common magic devices.

On the edge of a huge crater, a young Holy Demon Empire soldier was holding a long sword, sitting on the edge of the crater, his head lowered like a corpse.

His body was full of mud and blood plasma, and on the corpse beside him, flies the size of beans were hovering around a corpse that had long since lost its breath, but he was not even in the mood to wave his hand to drive it away.

"Why? Why! I won't give in! Mortals will die for me!" Seeing the Alan Hill soldiers surrounding him, behind the ruins not far behind the young man, a soldier wielding a long sword shouted and danced. up.

The soldier's sword was still burning with flames,

There is also a faint magic defense barrier on the body. But in the next second, the single-handed soldier became a mutilated corpse under the shroud of tracer bullets.

The helmet with blood rolled down beside the young man sitting by the crater, and he still stared at the crater in a daze.

A few minutes ago, his country was gone. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was his own order.

He was originally an officer guarding here, and he just took over a few days ago - the previous officer died in battle, and among the remaining soldiers, he is the only one who can be regarded as a noble.

As a result, he was appointed commander of the force the day before Ballarale surrendered, and resolutely refused Ballarale's surrender order the next day.

He didn't know what he had done wrong, he just didn't want to see his country disappear completely.

But his subordinates were killed one by one and crushed one by one, which turned his persistence into a complete joke.

"Pull out your saber! Sir! Throw it away! Then hold your hands high and come over!" On the side of an M4 tank that was climbing a hill, a soldier from Ireland Hill held an STG-44 assault rifle, using a black hole The muzzle of the gun pointed at the young man sitting by the crater and ordered loudly.

The young Holy Devil Empire officer got up from the crater, slapped the dirt on his body twice, and then suddenly drew out his long sword and put it on his neck: "I won't surrender!"

After speaking, the long sword swiped hard on his slender neck, and blood spurted out, dripping down the traces of the inscription on the armor on his chest.

Two seconds later, the young man fell headlong into the crater, as if he was lying in a tomb he had chosen.

At the same time as he fell, the king flag of the Holy Demon Empire hanging on the city lord's mansion was thrown down and landed on the ruins full of corpses, and it was instantly dyed red.

In the basement of Serris City, light entered Vivian's eyes along a gap. She felt as tired as if she hadn't slept for dozens of days, but she shook her head and looked at the sisters beside her with squinting eyes.

The female puppet T800 with the smiling face mask had also sat up at this time, and was looking curiously at her steel palm.

"I feel it! I feel it! This is amazing! The god puppet's casting speed is even faster than me!" The female puppet sighed in shock in Vivian's voice.

And here, Vivian rubbed her head and finally remembered where she was. She widened her charming eyes and looked unbelievable: "Chris! Did you succeed?"

"This is not a difficult thing, success is inevitable." Chris smiled and helped Vivian put a pillow on her back, and the female puppet over there had already turned over and got out of bed, and began to adapt to her own society. .

"It's really amazing." Vivian looked at her "clone", her big eyes flickering, with a hint of cuteness and cuteness just woken up: "Doesn't this mean that you can create it without side effects? Such an army of puppets?"

"How is it possible, the side effects are still very big." Chris shook his head and said: "At least, you will be very tired recently, and you are not suitable for high-intensity battles. You have to recover enough energy and recover for a month."

"Report!" At this time, an officer walked in, stood at attention and saluted, stood behind Chris, and reported the latest frontline news: "This afternoon, the 2nd Army invaded Foz, the Holy Demon Empire... already doesn't exist anymore."

"Very good!" Chris nodded, which was good news that made him very comfortable.

At this moment, the puppet T800 No.1 beside Chris suddenly walked up to Vivian's female puppet, bowed slightly and introduced himself: "Hello, beautiful lady, please allow me to introduce myself, I'm Chris. Number 1, can I be friends with you?"

"..." Chris covered his face in despair, not daring to look at Vivian's expression—the god puppet he made, the skills of picking up girls seem to have been strengthened...

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Today is to make up for yesterday's short chapter... I still owe you two more updates, there are many dragon spirits, don't worry, I will definitely pay!