A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“This ‘last city’ no longer exists in this central continent,” Nimiter sighed.

Under normal circumstances, the number of demons attacking is about several dozen, at most one or two hundred.

Because they were confident that they could destroy a city of Dark Iron without much fighting power.

Well, that's actually the case. Apart from Horp, a few dozen demons are basically enough to destroy a city.

Therefore, I had never encountered a battle with nearly a thousand demons before.

There are many reasons why Horp has survived until now, and Carlogaris's strength is just one of them.

As cities fell, all sorts of people flocked to Horp.

There are renowned craftsmen, powerful warriors, and mysterious sorcerers...

All sorts of people maintain Horp's existence.

If it were just Carlogaris alone, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't defend such a large city.

Besides him, there are also some other skilled individuals who are responsible for defense in other areas.

There are also many amazing people who enabled Horp to continue to develop despite such difficult circumstances.

"Is that so?" Dorothea's tone was somewhat subtle.

However, upon closer reflection, it becomes clear that if the fighting were always that fierce, it's uncertain whether the city would even exist, while the Black Iron race would certainly be exhausted first.

"Anyway, thank you all this time," Nimiter said.

“So you can let us live here without working?” Bray suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Nimitz asked, a little confused.

“I mean, is it free?” Bray thought for a moment and then asked in a more direct way.

“…” Nimiter’s expression became very strange.

“Then let us stay for free for now,” Dorothea said, as if she had already made the decision for Nimiter.

However, Dorothea was not showing any sympathy for Bray, who was working hard to repair the roof.

She said that entirely because she felt she should rightfully live in this place for free.

“I don’t think that will work.” Nimiter said coldly, glancing at Dorothea and then at Bray.

"Why?" Bray asked expressionlessly, his dead fish eyes staring straight at Nimiter.

The aggressive aura in those dead fish eyes gave Nimitz a real headache.

"For no reason," Nimiter said irritably.

If we let them stay for free, what will other people think? Don't even think about it.

"Isn't Carlogaris staying here for free too?"

“He has a job.” Protecting Horp is Carlogaris’s job; how could he be considered to be living there for free?

“I also did my part to protect Holpe.” Bray was determined to fight for the right to slack off.

However, Nimiter decided not to argue with Bray and Dorothea, and casually waved his hand and ran away.

"That's really a headache." Dorothea frowned her beautiful brows. This way, she could only stay there for free without any legitimate reason.

"Fine, let's leave it at that," Dorothea suddenly thought, realizing that the problem wasn't so bad.

"..." But Bray's dead fish eyes were filled with resentment.

---

Except for the area near Horp, the land in the Middle Continent was stained crimson or pitch black.

The ground exuded an ominous aura, and anyone who walked on it would suffer inexplicable terror.

This place is so much like an abyss, making the devil feel at ease.

Human cities were replaced by demonic structures.

The demons' complex architectural style, filled with terrifying decorations, is both frightening and exudes a unique charm.

Their architecture always evokes a sense of evil and wildness.

Far from Horp, there is a city of demons.

This city is the "heart" of the devil on earth.

"Why can't we take that city yet?" a demon sitting on a throne several meters high asked in a steady voice.

He was asking his subordinates why a city of the Dark Iron race had not yet been conquered after so long.

"Is it because we demons are too incompetent?"

"No, absolutely not!" the subordinates exclaimed upon hearing this.

"Then, why?" Why were the weak Black Iron race able to withstand the power of the demon for so long?

"It's because of the quantity, because of the possibilities that arise from the quantity." A pleasant voice rang out in the cold hall.

"What brings an archangel of the highest order to our demon territory?" The demon on the throne glanced at the uninvited guest out of the corner of his eye. The demon emperor sitting on the throne was Mordes, the ruler of demons in this era.

There are many powerful demons, but there can only ever be one king of demons.

The devil's method for choosing an emperor is quite simple: struggle.

The demon who defeats the previous Demon Emperor head-on will become the next Demon Emperor.

"It's been a long time, Lord Modess." The speaker was a refined-looking male angel.

Although angels are said to be genderless, in reality, angels are divided into male and female.

However, with her waist-length golden hair and beautiful features, it was impossible to truly determine her gender.

The angel who intervened in the conversation between the demons was Salonica, the archangel of the third rank of angels.

The name is a bit of a mouthful, but that's what makes most angel names special.

Only those accustomed to reciting poetry can fluently pronounce these troublesome names.

There are many archangels, but there is only one archangel of the highest order.

Although angels are nominally under the command of God, the golden race is essentially isolated from the world and has almost no contact with Kapras.

Therefore, the archangels of the three highest ranks are the actual rulers of the angels.

“If Lord Modes were to take action himself, wouldn’t he be able to reduce this city to ashes?” Saronica said with a smile.

"What are you saying?!" Mordes wasn't angry; instead, it was his subordinates who flew into a rage.

“If you are disrespectful to me, you will die, you know?” Salonica was still smiling, but her eyes were already icy cold.

“If you behave disrespectfully on my turf, you will die,” Mordes said slowly.

"Hehe." Salonica chuckled lightly.

"Since your arrogance prevents you from taking action yourself, how about we angels do it for you?"

"What scheme are you angels plotting now?" Mordes said quietly, without surprise or anger.

Angels symbolize order, but they prefer intrigue and mystery to chaos.

Demons, on the other hand, prefer more direct methods, much like their architectural style.

“We simply want to destroy the source of the Black Iron race’s confidence, but it would be neither elegant nor effective if we didn’t crush them head-on,” Saronica said.

The Western Continent and the Eastern Continent, two continents occupied by angels, are inhabited by people who are constantly struggling, causing the angels a great deal of trouble.

Because of these struggles, the establishment of the holy cities was not very smooth.

Killing is simple.

But it's very difficult to kill them all completely.

It's like trying to wipe out a swarm of ants. Even if you kill most of them, some will still escape and you won't be able to catch them.

What Salonica wanted to destroy was the driving force behind the Black Iron race's resistance.

This refers to the group of humans in the Middle Continent who were known as the original "rebels".

"You want to do it yourself?"

"Of course not. To be honest, I also have my own pride."

"Hmph." Modess snorted coldly; He detested the hypocritical angel.

What is your opinion, sir?

"That's settled then. There's no need for preparations. Just let your angels and my people set off," Mordes said, not even bothering to make any proper preparations.

"And you even made contact with the sea creatures, right?"

“Hehe.” Salonica smiled gently, without answering.

However, the Demon Emperor guessed correctly.

Salonica even invited sea creatures, intending to annihilate this so-called last city.

To be honest, Mordes surprised the archangel by agreeing to his request so easily.

Medes rose slowly from his throne, and indeed Salonica was not wrong.

If we don't wear down the will to resist of those Black Iron races, it will really be troublesome.

The fact that Horp couldn't break through after a long attack is the best example.

"Your Majesty?" The demons stared in shock at Mordes as he rose to his feet.

Mordes snapped his fingers, and the space in front of him pierced through.

The outline of Holp can be clearly seen from the other side of the spatial hole.

“In that case, you may proceed.” Modess sized up Holp and then gave the order.

"Drink." The demons bowed and respectfully accepted the command.

Distance is never a problem; wherever demons have occupied, they have a way to move there.

It only takes the blink of an eye to move from here to the edge of Holp.

Mordes stepped through the spatial pore, traversing millions of miles, and reigned supreme over the territory of Horp.

"Heh, even more dissatisfied than I imagined," Salonica chuckled softly, narrowing her eyes.

The reason Mordes would cooperate was that the humans of Horp made Him very impatient.

He was even so impatient that he wanted to go to that place himself.

Although it is estimated that He will not take action himself, His very existence is a pressure on all the Black Iron race.

---

Shalom lay soundly asleep on Carlogaris's lap, looking very relaxed.

It seems that as long as Carlogaris is present, there will be no danger.

"Carlogaris!! It's time to set off." Nimize pushed open the wooden door of Carlogaris's house and said seriously.

Just minutes ago, someone reported that a "river" was flowing towards Holp.

Nimitz found Carlogaris without hesitation, knowing that this was not a natural disaster.

"..." Kalogaris's relaxed smile faded, and he gently placed Shalom on the bench.

"Why..." He wanted to ask, why did the enemy still attack even after they had defeated so many demons?

This is unlike any previous intrusion.

The feeling that Carlogaris had become more resolute and more intense was now more intense.

"Perhaps the other side is planning to get a little more serious," Nimitz said in a calm tone, a statement that conveyed a sense of despair.

Yes, even the bronze-grade ones haven't been taken seriously yet.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" A deafening sound rang out.

That was the muffled sound of water hitting the city wall, the so-called "river" that was reported a few minutes ago.

"Kalogaris... It's so noisy, what's going on?" Shalom asked groggily, having been woken up by the noise.

“It’s nothing, they’ve just come again,” Carlogaris said gently.