Chapter 376 The Fall of the Devil

In World War I, the main force of the Holy Eternal Night Alliance was completely annihilated, defeating the first general of the Eternal Night Empire - the spiritual pillar of the Eternal Night Empire Army.

Defeated and slaughtered more than 700,000 enemy troops in World War I, and the whole army drove into the newly lost province of Arante.

A name named McVlon is famous all over the world with the nickname of the Blood Sword Grand Duke. As the commander-in-chief of the front line of the Sword Empire, the new god of war in Yavia has attracted worldwide attention because of his demon army.

Those city lords, landlords who took advantage of the fire, as well as the nobles who betrayed the army of the Holy Sword Empire, and even the civilians who fell into the well were all dumbfounded this time.

They never thought that the world's first and second largest imperial coalition with nearly 1 million troops would fail, and they didn't expect that it would fail so quickly and completely.

Wrapped in softness, people preparing to escape from their family property suddenly found in horror that the wolf knights in black armor had haunted around the city, and the tanks and trucks passing by from time to time were full of burly orc warriors.

There are soldiers holding high flags of the holy sword vines. These soldiers hold long swords stained with blood and hair, and their dried brains hang in blocks on their long hairs, and their waists are still hanging with ears to dry for credit.

A dark and slender magic guide gun was pulled by a truck and winding on the newly repaired highway. The soldiers hummed the battle song of the Holy Sword Empire, beat the drums briskly, ignored the closed gates, and hurried around from both sides.

These soldiers are the leading forces of the Sword Empire, and their task is to immediately attack the province of Norfoss, rather than competing with these traitors.

However, the good days will eventually pass because of their ignorance and fickleness. After the current front troops drove quickly, the main force of the Sword Empire finally appeared in front of people in the rumble of tanks.

There is no need to say that the cavalry gathered the men and women in the town and the village, set fire to the houses, and then chopped the horses left and right in front of the defenseless villagers until the last cry disappeared.

Although the city is all hanging white flags, it is ruthlessly attacked by the magic cannon. No matter who cries out of the city to beg for mercy, no matter how desolate the voice begged to surrender in the city, the only voice that answers is the roaring magic cannon.

All the houses have been burned, and the whole province of Arlant is full of fire and thick smoke. The orc troops broke open the walls that had been blown up by magic cannons, swarmed into the defenseless city, enjoying the blood and glory given by the beast god.

Countless cavalry and infantry rushed into the street with knives. One room and one room purged the lives inside, violently, robbed, killed and set fire. These soldiers are avenging their dead comrades-in-arms, venting for being alive, cheering for their becoming demons, and for a new cruel world. Cheers for coming.

Twisted, violent, ** and cruel, human nature has become worthless garbage here. No one can exist holy in this hell. Every life here is no longer innocent, and their sins make the sky look gloomy.

No one doubts Arcado's determination to revenge, because all the generals are resolutely implementing this pathological revenge. Their previous embarrassment, their previous defeat, and their previous nine deaths are all thanks to these bastards!

So no one has any doubt about Acardo's ruthless killing this time. Even after hearing about the defeat on the front line, the arsenal in Romell City worked overtime to produce an extra 300,000 magic cannonballs to support Acardo's revenge.

Queen Meadow, whose lower abdomen had been slightly bulging, personally presided over a ceremony, made Tessa's father, Minister Abner, a marquis, and personally erected a tombstone in an open space behind the palace, engraved with the name of the imperial concubine Tessa.

Hate breeds greater hatred, and violence breeds more violence. Arcado's crazy massacre has provoked civil unrest in the province of Arante. Many spontaneous looting teams, attack teams and other retaliatory organizations began to launch retaliatory attacks on Arcado's supply line.

However, in this world, as if the guerrillas were not a workable tactic, Arcado immediately redeployed the strangulation plan, and the orcs once again became the vanguard of Arcado's massacre of life.

Wolf knights became the killers of guerrillas and villages. They divided into small teams and attacked local residents everywhere. Akado forcibly divided the land of Arante, turning it into a free land without owners, vigorously encouraged the migration of civilians and nobles in China, and occupied the living space of the indigenous people of Arlant Province.

Soon, under the high-speed and efficient slaughter of the wolf knights, the original residents desperately gave up resistance. These unreasonable orc wolf knights just suspected that they could attack towns or villages, and in most cases did not live. Such a tragic revenge made the population of Arante sharply reduce to Half of what was before the war.

Since then, Saint Rudolph God Arcado, the emperor of the Holy Sword Empire, has another resounding name - Rudolph. The name of the blood sword McVlon is even more like thunder, and people are asjing weied as the messenger of hell.

"What about my new world? What about my better world? Arcado leaned against the window and muttered to himself. McVlon stood quietly beside him. Lin Rhea stood at the door with no expression on his face, but his hands were somehow clenched together and clutching the snow-white apron tightly.

"Why? I want to give this world a new life, and I want everyone to live in this world without distortion! I want to give happiness to everyone who suffers, but these people I paid for have betrayed me! Betrayed me for gold coins and life for my selfishness!" Arcado roared loudly.

"I still can't forget their sarcastic expressions when they looked at me! They looked at me at the head of the city, looking at the soldiers who shed blood for them, without pity or sympathy! They betrayed us in order to survive!" Arcado roared at McVlon.

"Your Majesty! For those who don't understand our existence, just kill them! I am your sword! Do you remember?" McVaron said softly.

"Order! Don't be soft! Don't let any of the noble officials go!" Arcado glanced at a thick pile of letters begging for mercy on the table and said with a dark face.

In November of the 3rd year of the Gregorian calendar, the snow-cover province of Arante was already bleeding into rivers, and the color of the land was dark red. The arms of the local residents who lived secretly were all branded, becoming a "crime" to see civilians in other provinces retreat to make way. People." This order was not lifted until after Arcado's death, and the word "sinner" has since replaced Arante and became a new name for the province.