Huh? Are they all real?.

It's a pity, this time, I'll have to eat up this beautiful scenery myself.

Before devouring its opponent's head, it decided to admire it one last time.

Even with the faint light from the surrounding houses, it could still clearly see the anger on that face.

But as the gaze moved upwards, the demon froze, for his eyes had closed.

This struck the demon as extremely strange.

How could your eyes be closed?

It instinctively looked around, trying to see if there were any other demons there.

But no, it didn't see any other demons.

No, that's not right.

I haven't seen any other demons!

not good!

A sense of crisis arose instantly, but it was too late. The dog-headed demon turned around and saw his upper and lower body separated.

The dog-headed demon, whose upper body had fallen to the ground, was not dead yet; in fact, its lower body was still kicking.

It struggled to prop itself up with its claws.

But the claws, which are the ones that touch the ground, are directly petrified and shattered.

Extraordinary?

Without letting it continue thinking.

It saw several human superhumans emerge from the surrounding ruins, followed by more and more soldiers arriving from afar under the moonlight.

'Humanity has retaliated?!'

A tremendous sense of absurdity swept over the demon.

It simply couldn't believe that humans, who were retreating again and again yesterday, would have the audacity to launch a counterattack today.

The human superhuman who had defeated it walked up to it with fury in his eyes, pointed at the heads, and questioned:

"You have already killed them, so why do you continue to humiliate our comrades like this?"

The question initially startled the demon, who then said with great grievance:

"That was done by you humans!"

This sentence plunged everything into a deathly silence.

The powerful superhuman, who was likely a Sequence Five, was in a state of utter astonishment.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the heads of the demon and his companions.

Finally, he couldn't help but stagger backward a few steps.

Although he managed to stay upright, he managed to end the dog-headed demon's life before he could.

The dog-headed demon was certain that he and his men seemed to have lost a great deal of fighting spirit.

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The Old World's counterattack was swift and fierce, and the demons had not anticipated that humanity would launch a counterattack.

Therefore, they suffered a near-total defeat.

It wasn't until dawn, when the high-ranking demon lords and even demon overlords reacted and joined the battle, that the war entered a temporary stalemate.

However, up until this point, the demons were merely maintaining their own power structure; they had no interest in fighting back against these rebellious humans.

There are still many, many other humans waiting to be harvested in other places!

But soon, less than an hour after the war reached a stalemate.

All the demons now know why humanity is launching a counterattack.

Even among the Old World survivors who sought refuge under the protection of the Honor Army and its warriors, some still chose to betray the cause.

They told the demons everything they knew, begging for their forgiveness and reward!

So, the demons were also in an uproar!

Or rather, the high-sequence demons have completely gone berserk!

Constantine is a taboo subject for the Abyss, and even more so for high-sequence demons.

Not to mention recalling them?

I went out with my family. This is a draft from yesterday. Well, that's all for now. I'll be back to updating normally tomorrow.

Chapter 265 Dying as a Human Being: The Right Thing (4k)

Because they knew those damned humans were planning to summon Constantine.

So all the demons in the Old World went mad.

Constantine, who practically blocked the gates of the abyss to beat them up, was someone they never wanted to see again in their lives.

What's different about that guy is that he not only blocked the door, but he also crippled them before throwing them back inside and locking them!

They went to extremes!

The demons also remember which era it was from.

This guy was running around like he was in a hurry. He didn't care about the lesser demons he killed and ignored. Even demon lords, especially those at Sequence 3 who were capable of challenging the Demon Lords, were casually destroyed and thrown into the doorway by him, following his planned route.

Throughout the entire process, they didn't even hear the other side say a few polite words.

They were usually having a good time creating chaos on their own turf when suddenly some guy appeared out of nowhere and knocked them to the ground with a few punches. Before they could even say anything to save face, the guy had already crippled them and locked them inside!

For a long time, the demons couldn't find many accurate adjectives to describe that feeling.

It wasn't until many years later that a demon heard the term "performance boosting" from a follower of the abyss.

These are the ones that aptly capture the feeling of sudden, inexplicable empathy.

In those years, they were really wiped out as if this guy was trying to boost their performance!

They had never seen processes like fighting each other, searching for clues, and purifying people's hearts.

Constantine truly humiliated him from head to toe.

So how could the demons not go mad now?

A lava demon as tall as a mountain bursts forth from the abyss, tearing through the ground.

It roared as it charged toward the fortress ahead.

Behind it, above it, and in front of it, all sorts of little demons followed it as it charged forward.

This is a demon lord, an extremely powerful one.

They may have already come close to the Demon Lord and are qualified to obtain a seat.

Therefore, the garrison in the fortress felt immense pressure upon its arrival.

However, their only stroke of luck was that they soon discovered a huge surprise—the mountain-sized lava demon's chest had been torn open by some force, with a gaping hole reaching right to its core!

"It's a wound left by Lord Constantine. Concentrate your firepower and attack its chest!"

The giant crossbows and heavy cannons that were still operational in the fortress all began to concentrate their fire in that direction.

Human actions only fueled the rage and shame of this mountain-like demon.

"Stupid humans!"

The demon's roar, befitting its size, resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and its form became increasingly ferocious.

The honor guard's counterattacks were very accurate, but none of them were effective.

Because both crossbow bolts and cannonballs were blocked in its chest by an invisible force.

Clearly, this demon had taken many precautions.

After all, it was such an obvious fatal flaw.

"Don't stop, don't stop! Keep going, keep going!"

The commander is still trying to organize a counterattack.

However, when faced with the grotesque demon, their attack frequency did indeed slow down significantly.

It's not out of cowardice; none of those who dare to come here are afraid of death.

The reason for the slowness is simply that there is no way to act.

This is an extraordinary world, where the suppression of lower beings by higher beings is almost overwhelming.

It doesn't even require the other party to make a full move; the divinity displayed when going all out is enough to corrupt anyone who dares to face it.

In most cases, the general solution to confronting such an entity is to suppress it with an equally powerful force.

However, the garrison here had no such option, because there were too many attacking demons.

Their remaining high-order sequences were all used in more critical areas.

In those places, they won't be facing demon lords.

He is a genuine demon lord!

Therefore, they could only use another method to deal with the enemy—relying on strong walls to take lives!

They had no way to confront their opponent head-on, but the fortress beneath their feet was indeed imbued with various blessings, and they also possessed powerful weaponry left behind by the former Roman nobles.

Even so, it was only theoretically possible for them; in reality, there was no possibility of a kill.

Fortunately, they didn't have to kill each other!

All they need to do is stall the other side!

As long as they are willing to sacrifice lives, they have a very good chance of keeping the enemy here, thus allowing the massive summoning ritual that is being set up in the rear to be completed.

It was a very unequal battle, but they had no other choice.

Or perhaps they are grateful that they still have this path to take.

As a commander of Sequence 5, he can still hold on, but more than half of the guards around him have been corrupted.

Looking at the very obvious fine red lines on the face of my companion.

After his face twitched violently for a moment, the commander finally gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Jump down! Everyone who can still move, jump down! Jump down towards those demons climbing up! Take the demons you can take with you with you!"

"Second team, come up here!!!"

Because of the existence of the Holy Relics, demons are almost legendary in the Old World, and since they are legends, there are virtually no means to cure the corruption of the Abyss.

Moreover, they themselves were in an occupied area that had been completely destroyed.

So once it's contaminated, there's basically no hope. It might even fall into the abyss after being completely contaminated, becoming a walking corpse that only attacks the living or even a new demon.

The only solution is to kill him before he completely falls into depravity.

In this way, at least the safety of the others can be guaranteed, and the other party can be allowed to reach the last moment as a human being.

The garrison troops who were still able to move did not hesitate at all in response to the commander's orders, because they were the Augustus Honor Army!

They are heroes who have followed one after another!

Upon receiving the order, they all jumped down towards the city wall in front of them.

And try to take the demons down with you as much as possible.

This dealt a heavy blow to the demons who had come to attack.

They were among the first to charge, not because they were particularly brave, but because they believed these humans had been rendered incapable of fighting by the lord's corruption.

They wanted to devour the soldiers' flesh and blood, and revel in their despair.

What they didn't expect was that the other party would be so reckless. They didn't even feel the despair they were yearning for.

As they got closer, they clearly sensed that they didn't feel the comfort of lying in a warm bed; they only felt that everything around them was icy cold.

As abyssal creatures that feed on negative emotions, they naturally crave despair, wailing, resentment, and other negative emotions. Being surrounded by these emotions makes them feel like they've encountered spring, but there's none of that here.