Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

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This unusual announcement, which no one had heard of for decades, suddenly came from a plane full of passengers, and everyone on the plane fell into panic.

"What? Did I hear correctly? The city was flooded?"

"Hey! What are you suing for? I haven't bought insurance yet!"

"Come here, can someone tell me if safety can be guaranteed?"

"No wow...are we going to be doomed?"

……

Only three people in the first class cabin did not panic at all. Two of the women even seemed to be gloating over their misfortune. They were Ying Li and his two companions.

Han Jin opened a bottle of champagne and drank it while reading the battle reports sent by his own army. The front line was winning battles one after another.

The incoming tide below was the work of the demons. After the Eternal Night Empire Army arrived, they did not launch a beach landing as the Holy Land had expected, but instead the entire army protected the magician troops.

Surrounded by a full hundred high-level magicians, they coordinated with the sea demons to cast spells and built a devastating killing array, guiding the tsunami to rush towards the land, instantly engulfing the coastline's defensive fortifications and submerging the city areas with lower altitudes.

In the direction of Tilcus, the vortex trap array that had been set up in advance was triggered by the first passing warship. The sea tide surged violently, and countless whirlpools rose from the deep water, destroying the mighty fleet.

"Is this the demon clan?"

Looking at the apocalyptic scene on the display, the two unconnected heads of the army sighed at the same time, and Han Jin and Ban Yue spoke in unison, in perfect tacit understanding.

They expressed their heartfelt admiration for the power of the demons, but this was only the residual strength left after a thousand years of destruction. If the Demon Empire was still in its heyday, no single force would have a say in the world.

The palace's top brass also witnessed the defeat on their front lines, and everyone's faces were filled with surprise.

When the Grand Marshal of the Three Armies, Saro Urson, looked at Banyue again, he found that she, who had been anxious before, now had an indifferent expression. He asked tentatively:

"Marshal Ban Yue, do you think it's too late to fight back now?"

Ban Yue sneered and said indifferently: "Humans always remember the pain after they are hurt."

"What did you say……"

One minister was about to curse at Banyue but then he remembered Banyue's strength. The other civil servants were also very dissatisfied with Banyue and looked angry but dared not speak.

On the highest throne, the old king sighed, stood up and advised:

"My dear Ban Yue, this is a time of national crisis. Please put aside your prejudices."

Ban Yue spread out her hands, acting even more indifferent:

"Ha! Your Majesty, are you ready? Accept the grace of the Holy Lord. Then, in our kingdom, and even in the entire demon world, there will only be one clan that is supreme, and that is the Weilanti!"

The king hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind. He said with a firm look in his eyes:

"Okay. I agree with Lord Ban Yue's proposal. Let the soldiers accept Weilanti's enhanced blessing. After the war is won, we will kneel down and serve as slaves."

Ban Yue raised her lips insidiously, feeling relieved. On this trip back to the city, she did not even look at the coastal defense line or her own Iron Blood Alliance. In her opinion, Weilanti was above everything else.

……

The Iron Blood Alliance's headquarters is located in the suburbs of the capital, Holy Light City, on the Aven Highlands. It is a strict steel fortress. The kingdom's army, which is the ordinary combat force of the Iron Blood Alliance, has built a defense line on the periphery, while the members of the alliance are elite soldiers who are recuperating inside and waiting for the signal of war.

Inside the steel barrier, the oppressive atmosphere is almost suffocating, and every inch of the iron wall exudes a cold and ruthless metallic luster.

The air was filled with a damp and heavy smell, as if even breathing had become difficult. The cold light at the end of the corridor flickered, emitting a dim glow, which added a bit of gloom.

A thin, hunchbacked old man walked through the corridor full of military equipment. The steel plates under his feet echoed with hollow sounds with every step, as if reminding him of the loneliness and silence here.

He wore colorful divine clothing embroidered with intricate totems and symbols, and his body was covered with spiritual objects such as bones, teeth, and feathers.

As the cold wind blew past him, it brought with it a creepy whistle. The sound echoed in the empty corridor, making him even more uneasy.

"Meet General Shuiqing."

This person is the third general of the Iron Blood Alliance who is as famous as Mo Cha, and also the general of the Urian Kingdom. In the center of the command room, three powerful demon riders sat on five thrones engraved with cavalry symbols. They all stood up and saluted.

One of the five riders was killed, one was out on a mission, and the remaining three were gathered at the headquarters, overlooking the battlefield through drones in various areas.

"No need to be polite, Bian Qi, just report the battle situation."

Shuiqing was a mute. He kept his dry mouth tightly closed and communicated with everyone through ventriloquy.

The fat, bald man in a black robe stood up and said in a hoarse voice:

"Reply General Shuiqing! The First Army of the Urian Nation has been annihilated! The Second and Third Armies each lost two divisions, and the remnants are retreating inland. The two armies have stationed troops on the east and west sides of Wallenberg, and are fighting against the Demons and the Eternal Night Empire!"

"The Tirkus Navy Group has lost three divisions, one aircraft carrier, four cruisers, eleven destroyers, seventeen battleships, and thirty submarines! Now it is blocked near Zara Island by various marine disasters created by the demons!"

Shui Qing remained calm and played with the rosary in his hand for a few times. "Gong, lead 3,000 elite Death Knights of our alliance and 1,000 elite soldiers from other professions to Wallenberg to assist in the defense. This city must not be lost."

"Yes."

Centipede is a giant more than four meters tall. Every step he takes is like an earthquake. The huge hammer behind him makes people shudder. They dare not imagine his destructive power.

"You stay here and be responsible for coordinating with the Urien military, Meng Qingjiu."

After Shui Qing gave the last order, he put his hands on the ground, and in a puff of smoke, he transformed into a spirit wolf and floated away in the wind and smoke.

The only fat monk left in the command room straightened his hat, picked up the wine gourd, took a few gulps of liquor, and returned to his seat humming a little tune.

……

On the plane, Han Jin also learned about the battle situation through the video. She saw that her army could not quickly break through the defense line and was in a stalemate with the enemy outside Wallenberg.

"Hello. This is Han Jin, Demon King Mo Xiang. Please slowly withdraw 60% of your troops and bypass Wallenberg to advance to the northwest and northeast. I will send an equal number of air forces to cover you."

"Okay~"

The direction where the plane landed happened to be Torrentburg, which was directly west of Wallenberg. This place had not yet been flooded, but some smoke from war could be seen in the distance.

boom--

There was an explosion, the whole plane shook violently, and thick smoke billowed outside the window.

"This is crazy! This is really crazy! Those monsters didn't even let the passenger plane go!"

"Wait! I've seen demons before, but that thing doesn't seem to be a demon monster!"

"What did you say? If they are not demons, then what are they? They look weird!"

……

"Ok?"

The quarrel in the crowd attracted Ying Li's attention. He slashed the cabin door with a sword, and it turned into a black smoke that spread to the top of the plane.

"Hey! What is that passenger doing? Come back quickly!"

"Are you going to die?"

The two staff members came a little too late to stop him. Ying Li had already disappeared. Someone noticed something was wrong and asked around:

"That boy's technique seems to be some evil technique from the demon tribe, eh?"

"Really? I haven't seen it before."

"Orthodox magic skills are all made of natural elements such as water, fire, ice, thunder, grass, wind, and rock. The black and sticky ones are definitely the evil ways of the demons!"

"Damn it! There's a traitor. No wonder the front lines are losing ground!"

"Report, report quickly! He has two female colleagues!"

……

Galantina glanced at the crowd viciously, gnashed her teeth and stood up to go out and beat someone up, but Han Jin pulled her back and advised:

"Don't cause any trouble, just lock the door. Things will get more interesting when Ying Li comes back."

Ying Li came outside, and "Mo Tianxing" created a large number of tentacles to stabilize himself.

Looking at the damaged area of ​​the plane, there were restless unknown elements in the flames. The aura that did not belong to any faction must be Weilanti.

Jie, Jiejie——

A shrill cry was heard, and Ying Li suddenly turned around, swung out a "Blade Wave" angrily, chopping the six octopus-headed bats into pieces.

"Hey! Long time no see, you bastards from Weilandi."

Ying Li challenged the huge creature that was ready to move in the clouds.

To ordinary people, that direction was just a pile of dark clouds. But Ying Li could see densely packed deformed creatures hidden deep in the clouds, the number of which was enough to support an entire army.