bacchusnovels Chapter 453 Post-War Gathering
Chapter 453 Post-War Gathering
Warwick thought for a moment and immediately decided not to pursue them.
He was there when Da Xia blew up Murphy.
Therefore, he looked at the departing Demon Lord and couldn't help but sneer.
In mid-air, the Demon Lord who had broken through the encirclement sensed that the several auras behind him had stopped pursuing him, and his face lit up with joy.
It thought it had escaped.
A few seconds later.
Above the clouds, a streak of light plummeted vertically at a terrifying speed of Mach 20.
The friction of the air produced a blinding red glow.
The Demon Lord looked up, his pupils suddenly shrinking.
A sense of crisis washed over me like ice water.
It changed direction wildly, accelerating and accelerating again.
However, this was in vain.
A wide-ranging attack renders its struggle a joke.
The hypersonic nuclear bomb detonated directly overhead!
boom--!!!
A miniature sun blooms in mid-air.
The terrifyingly hot fireball instantly engulfed the seventh-tier demon lord.
Its powerful body, strong enough to withstand forbidden spells, couldn't even last a second at the center of the nuclear explosion, and it instantly vaporized.
Not even a trace was left!
Even the half-step eighth-level Murphy couldn't withstand it, let alone the injured one.
A distant battlefield.
The powerful warriors of Terra all turned to look.
Renault swallowed hard.
"The weapons of the Great Xia Dynasty are truly unreasonable!"
Next, two more demon lords who attempted to break through from the air were precisely targeted by the remaining nuclear missiles of the Great Xia Dynasty.
One was lucky; it was only hit by the nuclear blast and was severely injured but did not die. Unfortunately, Great Xia had to launch another attack.
One can only imagine the despair the Demon Lord felt upon seeing himself survive a near-death experience only to be met with a nuclear bomb.
In the end, three of the eight seventh-tier demon lords were killed by the Great Xia nuclear bomb.
The four were torn to pieces by the relentless and frenzied attack of the Terran warriors.
Only one person survived.
Yax!
It could be said to be the most intelligent of them all. Since the Great Xia came to Terra, it has never fought against the Great Xia, but has instead dutifully continued to besiege the Dwarves.
Even when Pike called on Velz to attack Great Xia, it did not participate.
It is this ability to survive that has allowed it to live to this day.
It was really lucky that it managed to escape.
At that moment, it transformed into a blur and plunged headfirst into the huge tunnel dug by the earth dragon not far away.
A seventh-tier elf immediately activated countless emerald green vines that burrowed into the ground like venomous snakes, attempting to strangle Ax.
Upon seeing this, several seventh-tier warriors roared and crashed down from mid-air, chasing after the enemy into the cave.
Spurred by the Pope's fall, Ryze immediately followed, not wanting to let anyone escape.
Sensing the deadly threat behind him, Yax made a decisive move, ordering the countless retreating demons inside the tunnel to intercept him.
Upon hearing the forceful order from their superiors, the demon army had no choice but to halt and use their own flesh and blood to block the tunnel.
Tier 7 is strong, but there are too many monsters!
They surged like a wall of black flesh, holding back the Terran warriors' steps.
The underground passage was filled with a strong smell of blood and bits of flesh.
Using the precious time bought by the cannon fodder, Yax survived countless near-death experiences and finally managed to escape.
.......
Lin Mo, who had been listening to the situation behind the Holy Human portal, couldn't wait to pass through the portal after hearing Long Zhan say that the battle was over.
My feet touched the land of the Great Xia territory again. I climbed up to look into the distance, and all I could see was devastation.
The sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, but the faint morning light could not penetrate the thick, dark gray smoke hanging over the battlefield.
The air was filled with a pungent, ozone-like odor, mixed with the stench of burning monster carapaces and a strong smell of blood, which wafted straight into the nostrils.
Lin Mo swallowed, a faint rusty taste rising on his tongue.
This decisive battle lasted from sunset until late at night, and from the dim starlight until the dawn.
The cold wind brushed against my cheeks like a knife.
In the distance, the intense heat of the nuclear explosion's epicenter still raged, and the soil crystallized and vitrified over large areas, reflecting a faint red glow.
Lin Mo stopped an SUV and had his guards head straight for the Great Xia fiefdom command post.
"You're back," Zhao Gang said, looking up.
He was holding a stack of crumpled battle damage reports in his hand.
"We finally won! How's the situation now?" Lin Mo asked anxiously.
Long Zhan stood in front of the sand table without turning around and continued issuing orders.
"Pass down the order to completely clear the battlefield."
The main task is to finish off the demons who are not yet completely dead, eliminate potential threats on the battlefield, and collect any lost equipment and supplies.
In addition, there is the treatment of the wounded and the collection of the bodies of the fallen.
On the battlefield.
Everywhere was scorched earth and bomb craters.
Several Xia soldiers were walking around carrying electromagnetic rifles.
If you see a relatively intact demon corpse on the ground, fire a finishing shot.
"Bang!"
A vicious dog that was pretending to be dead got its head blown off.
"Damn, they're trying to trick me."
Private Wang Qiang spat on the corpse.
He bent down, picked up an empty magazine from the ground, and stuffed it into his tactical vest.
"This battle was truly thrilling."
"But it was all worth it in this life. I fought demons, witnessed nuclear explosions, and experienced all sorts of races and magic!"
"Tsk tsk, this is something my son and his future grandson can brag about for the rest of their lives!"
Wang Qiang chuckled.
Not only the soldiers of the Great Xia, but also the allied forces of various races stopped pursuing the demons and returned to clean up the battlefield.
The tracks of the engineering armored vehicle rolled over the gravel, making a screeching sound.
The soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty held electromagnetic rifles, their eyes, though tired, gleaming with murderous intent behind their goggles.
The combat boots stepped into the dark purple pool of blood, splashing mud.
In the distance, the elven mage waved his staff, and specks of light shone upon the wounded, causing the torn flesh to slowly heal.
The orc warrior carried the mutilated corpse of his companion, his eyes red-rimmed.
As the first rays of sunlight shone down at dawn, the remnants of the three million-strong army began to converge on the central plain.
There was no commotion, only the clashing of weapons and the heavy sound of footsteps.
The legions of various ethnic groups regrouped, their banners fluttering in the wind.
The formation was no longer as tight and massive as before the battle, but it exuded a fierce and deadly aura of someone who had survived countless battles.
In front of the plain, on a hill flattened by the shockwave of a nuclear explosion.
The leaders of the various tribes of Daxia and Terra gathered together.
Long Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, his military uniform covered in dust, his back ramrod straight.
Lin Mo stood in the center, looking at the millions of soldiers that stretched as far as the eye could see.
They were covered in wounds, and their expressions, after the excitement of the great victory, were now only filled with exhaustion and sorrow, which made Lin Mo feel extremely complicated.
On the hill, Queen Elari gazed upon her own elves, where a large swathe was missing...
Her hand gripping the staff trembled, and a trace of sadness flashed in her pale blue eyes.
King Muradin the Dwarf took a large gulp of strong liquor, his beard stained with liquor and blood.
Warwick, the Beastmaster, had long since exited his berserk state and was sitting weakly on the ground with several other Tier 7 orcs, barely managing to participate in the post-battle debriefing.
When they were dispatched, there were 20 seventh-level fighters, but now only 18 have gathered here.
Of the two seventh-tier beings who sacrificed themselves, besides the Pope, the other was a warrior of the orc race.
The enormous Dragon King and several seventh-tier dragons stood behind everyone, inspiring awe and fear.
This hill is home to the strongest lineup that Terra can currently muster!