Four Hundred and Sixty-Three Orders of the Devil
In another corner of the world, in Boyost, the capital of the Bammishil Empire, on the stinking streets, several demon soldiers were sitting together slumped and tearing a bloody thigh.
Yet another family of wretched souls preyed on the devil's plate, a sight that was seen almost every day on the streets of Burjost.
The city guards were nervous one by one. All they could do was to take care of their families and ensure their absolute safety, and completely ignored the rest.
There is a bleak scene everywhere, and behind the silence is deep despair. The rule of the devil has turned this place into a real hell.
Except for some privileged classes, everyone has become a ration kept by the devil. Every day when they go out, they have to pray that they will not be eaten. This kind of life makes everyone here live like walking on eggshells.
There are more and more ideas of hoping that Alan Hill's troops will fight over. Many people are secretly gathering, hoping that other human empires can fight here and liberate them.
"Huh!" Flapping his fleshy wings, Saruks, who was still handsome but with an extremely distorted expression on his face, walked through the desolate streets and rushed into the palace of the Bamehir Empire in one breath.
"Your Highness!" Several succubi guarding the palace immediately bowed their heads when they saw Prince Saroux.
Prince Saroux didn't look at those beautiful faces at all, walked straight to the seat that originally belonged to the emperor of the empire, and sat down.
"Your Highness! According to your order, we are bringing Nolaxon here... For your safety, we should continue to retreat." The subordinate bowed his head and advised.
"Even abandoning the Franno River defense line? That means that we have given up most of Bameshire to the damn Alan Hill people!" Saruks took the wine glass handed by the succubus beside him. He drank the blood in the cup in one gulp, and said coldly.
"Your Highness, wait for Nolaxon to arrive, and then we will regroup... In addition, the second prince will also arrive... At that time..." The subordinate continued to suggest.
"Don't mention that bastard to me!" Saruks interrupted the other party, threw the wine glass in his hand at the other party's feet and smashed it: "That bastard Saruxis! Let him come! Come to humans After a big loss, he will know why I am in such a mess!"
"But you're right, if you keep green hills, you're not afraid of running out of firewood. Since he's willing to come over and take over such a mess, of course I'm willing to give it to him!" Saruks sneered, and then motioned for others to help him get a new one. The cup came over: "Let him come! Let him come! Heh heh heh."
"Then, Your Majesty, the Franno River defense line...what on earth..." His subordinates asked in puzzlement. Don't say he didn't think of it at this time, even if he really thought of it, let Saruks say it himself, this is the way of being an official.
"How else can I say that you are a bunch of idiots, and I am the wise Prince!" Saruks felt that it was a very comfortable thing for him to throw the blame to Sarushis, and he was willing to do so when he was in a good mood. Speak a few words with your subordinates.
He looked at the smiling faces, and the conceit seemed to return to him: "Why did we give up the Franno River defense line? We demons did not come to this world to be good people." of."
As he spoke, he ordered several demon generals: "Pass my order! Let the troops no longer have to restrain discipline!"
This is something he has long wanted to do, but has never had time to do. He needed the help of these humans before, but now that the battlefield has collapsed to such an extent, he doesn't have to worry about word of mouth anymore.
Anyway, for demons, apart from the constraints given by the origin of magic, they don't have to worry about anything. Maybe they didn't dare to mess around in the puppet empire, but in Bameshire, they didn't have any taboos.
"Your Highness, you are really wise... We have been waiting for this order for a long time." The smile on the face of a strong demon general became ferocious,
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and praised.
The other demon generals also began to praise Sarukus for his intelligence and strength—anyway, as long as they can kill as they please, they are great bosses worthy of praise.
"Let's go and issue an order to eat everyone here! In this way, we can use their flesh and blood to breed more demon warriors!" A demon general responded excitedly to Saruks' order, turning around Just go outside.
Sarux took another new wine glass from the succubus beside him, and drank the blood in the glass, the corners of his bright red mouth looked strangely gorgeous.
"Alan Hill! Even if you can defeat me! You can only take a cemetery from me... I will turn this place into a scorched earth, a barren land with nothing! Just wait! This world, After all, it still belongs to us demons!" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, narrowed his eyes and said fiercely.
Just when all the demons began to cheer that they could "collect food" on the spot, the door of the main hall was pushed open from the outside.
Bameshir VII walked in in a panic, leading a group of ministers who were fat or dressed in jewels.
He staggered as soon as he entered the door, scrambled and ran to the front of Sarukes, begging for mercy humbly: "Your Highness! Your Highness! Your Highness Saruks! Your Highness Saruks... Your troops lost Out of restraint, they are killing, killing everywhere..."
Saroux looked at these humble mortals with great interest, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.
He ordered the people to come in because he wanted to have some fun and relieve his embarrassment of successive defeats.
The demons standing behind Saruks couldn't help laughing at these unaware humans at this moment.
"I have ordered to take over all regions, gather all forces, and fight to the death with Alan Hill... Therefore, your empire must contribute its own strength and make a contribution to defeating our common enemy." Saroux Full of bureaucracy, in fact, he has no intention of letting these muddle-headed bugs leave.
"Take over, take over? Your Highness! Your Highness, didn't we agree... Didn't you promise us..."
"Of course I keep my word. You are still the emperor here, but... I need 10 million human beings as food now... You can issue an order to bring these people to support my army..." Saruks said gloomyly laughed.
Hearing this terrifying order, Emperor Bamesil VII was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat. He didn't dare to disobey Saruks, but he didn't dare to issue such an inhumane order, so he could only stand on the spot blankly.
He and these ministers spent the whole day drinking and drinking, and entangled in the bed with the beautiful succubus. Now that the other party turned his face unexpectedly, he didn't know what to do.
No matter how stupid the human generals following them were at this time, they could see that these demons were planning to turn their backs. They reached out to touch the long swords at their waists, but their necks were immediately broken by the demons behind them.
The sound of these generals falling to the ground alarmed the Emperor Bameshir VII in front of him. When he saw the dead man, he shivered immediately, planning to save his own life first, before thinking about other things.
However, what he didn't know was that even his idea, Saruks was already unwilling to give him a chance to realize it.
"The origin of magic is ready to come and rule this world... But you humans don't know what to do, and you resist... Now, you must pay the due price for your stupidity!" Saruks flipped his palm lightly, and a ball of flames exploded. It hung over the fat body of Emperor Bameshir VII.
"Now... please go to hell! Here... will become a new city of demons!" Saruks clenched his fists, and the flames also screamed, completely burning Bamesil VII to death. ashes.
There were begging for mercy, cries, and screams one after another in the room, and every demon was killing these high-ranking members of the Bamehir Empire wearing gold and silver to their heart's content.
And outside the palace hall, countless demon troops dispersed and began to search for humans in the streets and alleys. They killed with the weapons in their hands, tore with their sharp claws, and bit with their mouths full of sharp teeth... leaving only a blood-stained world.
On this day, the demon army bloodbathed Bjoost, the capital of the Bammyhir Empire. It was also on this day that a large-scale turmoil broke out in the Bameshir Empire, and countless people fled from their homes and fled north to avoid the devil.
In the chaos, countless civilians died in this massacre, and most of the statistics of later generations are just estimates. However, in the official history of the empire of Alan Hill, it is recorded that this disaster caused 21 million deaths and 45 million people to be displaced in the Bame Hill area.
It is recognized that this figure is not much exaggerated, and some statistics may even be incomplete—the folks say it is even more exaggerated. Some people claim that the disaster directly caused the death of 70 million people, and more than 120 million people were forced to relocate.
However, no matter how many people died in this disaster, these people will definitely not be resurrected.
The entire Bamehill area was in a mess, with gunpowder smoke and war everywhere. There are rebellious human troops, and there are also demon armies that kill and set fire. Following a random order from Saroux, the destruction began here.
Ten days later, the main force of Ireland Hill crossed the Rudono River and occupied the southern bank of the river. A day later, the mechanized forces advanced to the inaccessible Vatican drop zone, occupying all nearby areas.
Millions of troops went south and rescued countless civilians who had fled north. The news that demons began massacring humans spread to Alan Hill along with these refugees.
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