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In the last month, Dobia's army had been on the offensive. It was as if the emperor of Sunset City had suddenly invested a large number of troops on the battlefield at the Continental Bridge Pass in one breath. Overnight, the defenders of the Demonic Shadow Kingdom were not only forced to retreat from the pass, they were even driven back a hundred miles in one breath. Dobia's army took the opportunity to build a temporary base at the Continental Bridge Pass and plan a supply line, with a strong tendency to press inland.
General Miron, who was in charge of Furnace City, had organized several counterattacks during this period, but they were all pushed back by the opponent's exceptionally ferocious offensive. What made Miron depressed was that Dobia had actually sent out all his generals. There were three enemy generals of the same realm as him, suppressing Miron to the point that his head was gray and his brain was gray. Miron hurriedly went to Demonic Ring City for help, but the message for help was sent three times, but there was no follow-up.
This was not surprising to Miron, as was the case with the Demonic Shadow Empire. Perhaps it could be said that Spenak had always been loose, and even the joints in the empire were complicated. Even if it was an urgent message related to the war, it might not be delivered to the Demon King in time. This was almost impossible in the Dobia Empire. Frius and the Demon King were like the two extremes of the scale, and the Black Emperor was extremely strict. When it came to war, he had to do it himself. There would never be a situation like the Demonic Shadow Empire.
Those soldiers or officers who had just joined the army might have a few words about this, but Miron, a veteran general who had followed the Demon King for a long time, was used to it. He, Lamer, and Bali knew it in their hearts. In fact, Spenak didn't care much about the empire. To the Demon King, one person was one country. The defeat of the army and even the loss of important cities and provinces was not a big deal. It was like an ant fighting. For ants, it was a life-and-death battle, but for people who passed under their feet, they didn't even have the time to look at them.
This could be seen from the history of the Demonic Shadow Empire. In the history of the empire, it was common for cities to be lost. Afterwards, several legions would work together to recapture them. On the other hand, since the establishment of Dobia, the number of times the army of the Demonic Shadow Empire had attacked Dobia's territory could be counted on one hand.
After all, the attitudes of the two Sovereigns towards the Kingdom War were very different. Spenak rarely paid attention to it, while Frius had personally gone to battle once.
In the absence of support, Dobia's army used the land bridge pass as a breakthrough point, and a large number of troops poured into the western border of the Magic Shadow Kingdom. There was a magnificent feat of breaking through the city, crossing the province, and conquering thousands of miles. However, Dobijun, who had rushed into the Kingdom of Shadows, soon hit a hard rock. That was Furnace City, which had 300,000 soldiers stationed there. This stronghold, as its name suggested, had now truly become a melting pot. Human lives were used as fuel, and the flames of war raged. On and outside the city, thousands of lives were lost every day. Regardless of whether it was the attacking side or the defending soldiers, they all forgot everything and rushed to their deaths. No matter which side they attacked or defended, there were no deserters. The Balts' belligerent nature was evident.
On this day, the sky had yet to brighten. Streamlined warships with black and red as the main color filled the sky above the battlefield. These Dobia flying ships launched a fierce offensive, almost suicidal as they bombarded the city walls of Furnace City in turn. On the city walls of Furnace City, 1,300 high-energy turrets fired continuously, forming a firepower net that was like a lightning pool. Every inch the Dobia warship approached the city wall was filled with lives. But even so, the warship's offensive had no intention of stopping from the beginning.
The battlefield in the air was filled with joy, and the battle on the ground was also in full swing.
On the Dobia side, tens of thousands of soldiers were thrown into the battlefield, as if the commander of the Dobia side was going all out to knock on the gates of Forge City today with the momentum of staking everything on one throw. Tens of thousands of fierce soldiers roared and charged under the cover of the war chariots. On Furnace City, the high-powered longsong cannons were firing non-stop. The streaks of light that were as thick as oil barrels plowed through the battlefield, and both the war chariots and the infantry disappeared into thin air. Nearly a hundred longsong cannons fired in unison, and the Dobia army that was as dense as ants on the battlefield would often leave nearly a hundred empty ravines.
This was the war of Agares, far more cruel, violent and straightforward than the battles on other planets.
In the Balts' dictionary, there was only death, no retreat. Unless it was an order from the commander, the Balts would never retreat to the death.
The flames of war in Furnace City spread from the sky to the ground, and this place had become a true furnace. Looking from afar, one could see the flickering flames and pitch-black smoke wantonly fluttering on the ground.
More than three hundred kilometers west of Furnace City, the temporary Dobia base that had been built was solemn. The battle at the front was fierce, but the rear was very quiet. The silence was not because the army was out. On the contrary, there were thirty thousand soldiers in the camp. There were not many of them, but these soldiers were the elites of the empire. The armored soldiers with spears on their backs did not say a word. They were as quiet as lifeless sculptures, but they naturally gave off a piercingly cold military might.
A general who stayed in the base stood on the base's tower, looking southwest. There was a boundless Blood Sea there, the largest ocean on Agares. The Blood Sea was rich in blood copper ore, so the color of the sea was bright red all year round, like the blood of the planet. The Blood Sea was not lonely. There were islands everywhere, and both empires had set up defenses on the sea. But in this day and age, there was not much meaning to coastal defense, but they did not remove their original facilities. More than that, these facilities symbolized the glory of the country.
In the middle of the east and west continents, on the almost boundless Blood Sea, on an island with lush vegetation. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of air breaking from afar, and then a black rainbow came from the void, landing on the highest mountain on the island. The black rainbow was majestic and astonishing, and after landing, the entire mountain exploded with a bang, sending countless boulders and ancient trees tumbling down. Dust filled the sky, and after a full fifteen minutes, it was gradually blown away by the sea breeze.
The mountain that had been towering with strange rocks and towering trees was flattened. On the flat mountain top, the figure that appeared in the gradually dissipating dust was very conspicuous. He was wearing a cloak that covered his entire body, and a shadow-like aura constantly leaked out from the gaps. When he stood there, the originally bright sunlight tens of thousands of kilometers high in the sky seemed to not dare to approach here, timidly shrinking into the clouds. As a result, the other parts of the island were bright, but the peak was dark, as if a shadow was standing between heaven and earth.
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