Before returning to the Fort, the battle continued.

The light and vibration from the other direction just now did not interfere with the battlefield. From the sky to the ground, both mortals and devils, they all devoted themselves to this battle.

Not everyone understands the entire battle situation, but to this extent, everyone feels that it would be unreasonable if it does not match the result of this battle.

Compared to mortals, the devil is even more bored.

They still have hundreds of devil legions, but they cannot be deployed on the battlefield in time and quickly.

The Black Iron King, who acted as a dispenser, has now been pulled out of the Blood River and has been blasted by the firepower of mortals on the ground and in the air. The Flesh Demon Lord, who is responsible for blocking the portal, has long since disappeared. If he does not retreat, he will turn into a pool of dirty blood and a pile of rotten meat.

Without the Black Iron King, you have to wait for all the Demon Kings' Black Iron Fortresses to open to the first level. The space is limited, and the Demon King's Black Iron Fortress is also limited. There is no way to launch the devil at a speed of more than 100,000 per minute like the Black Iron King. Of course, ordinary fortresses cannot advance like the Black Iron King, with the terrible artillery fire of mortals.

The flying legion in the air has been beaten to pieces, and the mortal planes and monsters shuttle continuously on the front and behind, repeatedly loading, firing, and then loading.

Some planes began to have enough room to support the battle on the ground, which made the demons who led elite guards to attack the Thunder Hammer position even worse and complained.

Tikhnam personally visited the front line and used his magic weapon at the bottom of the box to bring several high-level devil legions, restraining a large number of hell barbarians, and slightly reducing the pressure on the demons.

He looked ahead and looked for a combat area suitable for his breakthrough.

Then he sensed the existence of dozens of elite squads. These mortal squads were locking him with various instruments a few kilometers to ten kilometers away, waiting for him to attack.

These teams are obviously adventurers. The high fighting spirit and greed desires emitted by their souls, even the Demon Lord of Fear felt a little scared.

Even a tiger will be confused when facing a group of mice with fierce eyes, grinding their teeth and claws, and treating themselves as tender and soft flesh.

"Tiknam, your guild points are five million..."

The black gas condensed into the Fallen Demon Lord next to him and said in a sarcastic tone: "And I only have three million and five million, I'm really unwilling to accept it."

Tikhnum frowned, and the guy actually retreated.

The Fallen Demon Lord smiled bitterly and said, "My specialty is mental corruption, but I don't have much effect on these Red Net professions. I killed two adventurers teams in a row, and the third one couldn't stand it anymore."

Another black gas fell from the air and turned into a despairing demon king. He echoed: "I am almost the same. The root of the power of Red Net is Ms. Red. Her belief is the independence and freedom of the soul, and she specifically restrains us."

Tikhnam was about to find a way to motivate these two, but a thought swept through his heart, making him extremely palpitations.

The other two demon kings were the same. Not only did their expressions change drastically, but their bodies also froze as if they were immersed in a fixed body technique.

After a moment, the thought subsided, and the three demon kings swayed at the same time, and they breathed out their long breath as if they were relieved.

"I really didn't expect it..."

Tikhnam didn't finish his words, and everyone was in tune with each other.

Unexpectedly, Lord Asmotichi actually wanted to give up the first floor. Is it related to the light and vibration that had been emitted from other directions before?

Or is there something wrong with the Demon Lord of Lies?

These questions are just distracting thoughts. Tikhnam did not go deeper, nor did he go deeper.

Now that I'm doing this, even if I have to give up, it's not as simple as shouting.

If you don’t have to do all your strength, you might have to lose a few demon kings, and it will be difficult for the Black Iron King to save it.

Just as I thought so, a green light burst out in the distance, and then a shrill cry of a certain demon king sounded: "This is impossible-!"

Immediately afterwards, the demon king shouted again: "Help--!"

It was Edmont, who was using some big move just now, but it still failed.

Tikhnum subconsciously greeted the other two demon kings: "Come and help!"

The Fallen Demon Lord and the Desperate Demon Lord looked at each other, and at the same time, they were silent, with expressions on their faces, either ferocious or gloomy, but they said the same meaning.

Tiknam also fell silent. The Demon Lord of the Wildness had no good popularity. Relying on his origin as a legendary magician, he looked down on them, the Demon Lord who specializes in corroding souls. More importantly, the Demon Lord of the Wildness occupied several outlets of the blood river in the fourth level of the abyss, which made other Demon Lords very unhappy.

Tikhnam said righteously: "Now we are all serving the will of Lord Asmoditch, and there is no conflict within us."

He waved a light to signal Edmont to insist, and then said to the other two demon kings: "Of course we must be fully prepared and not trap ourselves in it."

These two demon kings laughed softly and went to organize their subordinates.

When the three demon kings of Tikhnam gathered thousands of personal guards to the battlefield where Edmont was located, it was more than ten minutes later. In addition to the devil guards with corpses, there was also a headless body on the ground with only underwear left.

Even though he deliberately delayed for a while before coming, if he had known this result, Tiknam could not help but feel sad in his heart. He said helplessly: "Go and rescue other demon kings, and then... retreat!"

"The devil is going to retreat!"

Otto is leading the Heroes of the Styx, the Hell Barbarians and the Skeleton King's Undead Force to fight against the Tikhnum Elite Legion. He received a prompt from Kane and was greatly boosted.

He called everyone through the battlefield channel: "Comrades, comrades! Don't let a demon king go!"

The adventurer team, which was originally just a candidate, finally had the opportunity to grab the head, and a small number of hell barbarians who were still supporting him were following suit. The pressure of the Demon Lords who were fighting suddenly increased several times. Some were directly on the street, some turned around and fled, and the front line formed by the Demon Lords suddenly collapsed.

Tikhnam, who teleported back to the Blood River Fjord, saw this scene in the central fortress and finally understood what the "defeated soldiers are like mountains of fallen" in the mortal scene drama is.

"The Black Iron King must be kept!"

This is his bottom line, and it is also the bottom line of Lord Asmoditch. The Black Iron King must also play a role in the battlefield against the Goddess of Order and the Demons, and cannot be left in this place that has been confirmed to be abandoned.

"The King of Black Iron is retreating!"

Returning to the Thunderbolt Institute in Team Fort, Nickner and his friends were so anxious that they slapped their thighs.

"Why haven't you knocked that guy off yet!"

"The penetration is enough, the damage effect is not enough!"

"I think I can't hit it accurately! The shells hitting the Central Castle are less than a quarter of them, and this accuracy is too low!"

"What do those gunners do? Are they not trained enough? I said we should let the institute operate it myself!"

Amid the sensation, Nickner suddenly became quiet and even made a gesture of silence at the others.

"Thanks to the Chief Secretary for doing the test personally! How is the battle there?"

"Oh, that's great!"

"Is it too heavy? The small Thor Hammer is not suitable for coil mode?"

"We have also tested the orbital mode, but the shells are a little bigger and it is difficult to push. The energy consumption is too high and the efficiency is not high."

"Yes, we will make further attempts, now... Sorry, Cardinal, our institute has failed your expectations and failed to keep the Black Iron King."

"Oh, yes? OK, we will keep working hard!"

After finishing the call with the Chief Cardinal, Nickner was stunned for a moment and stood up and said, "I'm going to start the research on the track mode."

Everyone was shocked, the battle was not over yet?

"The Chief Cardinal just said that we have won the victory, and now we are just reaping the results..."

Nickner said with a solemn expression: "The victory of this battle was not achieved by one person or a weapon, but by everyone's blood, sweat, and dedication of strength and wisdom."

"The same is true for our Thor Hammer. We can't expect it to take on all tasks, but in its realm, we must do it to the extreme."

The director left, and the remaining researchers stared at the screen for a while, and left one after another.

The battle on this battlefield is about to end, and another battlefield of theirs is open again.

"Fry! Blow this big guy up!"

"Laifu, you are too weak. You will be so slow to carry a ton of bombs. You won't give you dragon food when you go back!"

"Annie, Mina, calm down! Be careful!"

Over the Blood River Fjord, the three succubus sisters drove the two-legged flying dragon and threw the bomb on the devastated Black Iron King. The other succubus were like them, mixing doubles with the pilots of the Pilots of the Pilots Commune... no, double bombs.

The devil legions in the sky had long been defeated and fled into the Black Iron Fortress. The air power of mortals gradually played an increasingly greater role. Although the bombs were not as penetrating as the Thunder Hammer's shells, their accuracy was much higher. They had blown up several places in the central castle of the Black Iron King, and the door beams of the huge portal could be seen.

"I still expect that the portal can produce millions of devils, and it's really unsatisfactory."

"Our small body only carries a ten-ton bomb, so let alone whether it is to explode or not. Controlling air is the only business."

"Can the devil count the number of shots down? It doesn't count!"

"It's classified separately, so I'll ask when I go back. It's really troublesome. I've drawn 380 stars, and I can't finish them from beginning to end!"

The aces Hassan and Genier were still muttering, they were indeed not satisfied with the fight. They were equipped with heavy Hell Environment modules and shot rockets again. Now they have become more guest-starring as bombers. They feel that the intensity of the battle is not as good as the Crying Sand Sea Crashing Race.

On the top of the Gun Fort Enchantment Tower, Ola and other witches were eating hell melons and knocking on hell sunflower seeds, chatting around the world.

The witch of justice, Oresa, had been eager to go to the battle, staring at the screen tightly.

She suddenly shouted, "No! The devil is retreating!"

The witches were shocked.

Karin couldn't believe it: "Damn, is this the fight?"

Retana was extremely frustrated: "I just felt that I hadn't reached Gao Chao yet. The devil's endurance... Ahem, I mean they are too ungrateful, right?"

O'Lola rubbed her eyebrows: "So, what are we doing here? Are you watching the fantasy drama?"

Leya lay on the sofa, holding her chin and kicking her calves slowly, looking particularly focused.

Her gray eyes were glittering, and she was delighted by the shells shot from Thor's hammer and the bombs dropped by fighter planes on the battlefield.

There were two hot streams rolling in her heart, one of which belonged to herself, and that was a proud hot stream.

Another wave of heat was equally burning, but she had a shock and insight that she couldn't understand, as if she was upset about why she hadn't done it.
To be continued...