These shards were mixed with magical ripples and hot steam, like a mighty tide of magma, sweeping in all directions.
The Hell Destroyer Devils that were swept by the tide first had their armor set ablaze, then their flesh and blood were steamed, and then their bones were torn apart by the shockwave. In the end, even their bones were burned to ashes. The entire process only took half a second.
What was even more miserable were the Hell Exterminating Devils who were standing further away. They were not instantly killed by the lava, but their armor melted one after another, fusing with their flesh and blood. Even with the incomparably strong bodies of the Hell Exterminating Devils, they could not bear the intense pain of flowing molten iron, and all of them howled in agony.
In the blink of an eye, a huge hole appeared in the center of the Prison Exterminators' neat battle formation with the Prison Exterminating Giant Cannons at the center. Thousands of Prison Exterminators were torn apart and turned into ashes. They died.
The destruction of the Prison Destroyer Cannon was an extremely heavy blow to their morale.
The Prison Destroyer Race's "Turtle Holding an Umbrella" flag swayed under the destruction of the shockwave.
All the Prison Destroyers were scared out of their wits. They looked at Black Jack, who was flying higher and higher not far away, as if they were looking at a majestic god descending from the sky.
The Prison Destroyer Race's witches, especially, were conquered by Black Jack's heroism instantly.
In the Bloody Battle Demon World, the strong were respected. Tribes and bloodlines weren't important. Even the heroes of the enemy would be respected and even worshipped as long as they performed miracles.
"Wu — Wu — Wu —"
A sharp whistle came from behind the Prison Destroyer Race's battle formation.
It meant that they had stopped and were retreating.
Indeed, although they didn't lose many soldiers, their morale had hit rock bottom. If they continued to fight, they would only consume the strength of both sides.
Grand Monarch Kuba was very ambitious. His goal was to unify the entire magic world. He wanted to conquer the various tribes in the Bloody Battle Demon World, not destroy them. Naturally, he wouldn't fight a meaningless war of attrition and make both sides suffer.
Although the morale of the coalition army of the six clans was greatly boosted, it was only a moment of relief. They had suffered heavy casualties in the first place, and now that they had issued multiple orders, they did not have the ability to pursue the enemy. Therefore, they also sounded the retreat horn at the rear of the battle formation.
This short and tragic battle came to an end for the time being. Both sides retreated to the vicinity of each other's teleportation portals, licked their wounds, regrouped, and prepared to fight again the next day.
Naturally, Black Jack and his harem came to the base camp of the allied forces of the six clans, surrounded by countless demons, as heroes and warriors.
Sure enough, Black Jack had quite a few "old friends" in the Bloody Battle Demon World.
In addition to his performance of turning the tide just now, he had gained the trust of the various races in the Devil Realm.
It could be called a welcoming banquet or a celebration. Soon, Black Jack and the leaders of the six major demon clans chatted and got along well. At least on the surface, the other party accepted his support gladly. The men called him brother, and the women threw flirtatious glances at him. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.
What was even more unbelievable was that after the banquet, Blackjack went into Queen Medusa's tent.
Soon, Theresa's panting, both familiar and unfamiliar, came from the tent.
Theresa looked on coldly from the sidelines.
For some reason, she became more and more vigilant and disgusted with Blackjack's actions.
She did not know what was wrong with her.
To be honest, Blackjack's method of destroying the Prison-Exterminating Huge Cannon could be called "shocking and unparalleled."
Even if Theresa changed back to her former body, she could not do it as smoothly and as freely as he did.
Also, he was not showing off his bravery. It was indeed necessary to do so.
This was the Devil Realm. The demons were all cruel and merciless people who killed without spilling blood. They would definitely be hostile to outsiders like them.
If they jumped out and said that they wanted to help the demons, they would definitely be suspicious. It would be reasonable for them to kill them all.
But Blackjack destroyed the Prison-Exterminating Huge Cannon in front of everyone at the most critical moment of the allied forces of the six clans, becoming the hero who turned the tide. The situation was suddenly different.
Now, Blackjack was firmly linked to the morale of the allied forces of the six clans. No matter who wanted to kill him, it would be a devastating blow to the morale of the allied forces of the six clans.
For the time being, they should be safe.
At the very least, nobody would be bold enough to attack them openly.
Blackjack could be said to be both brave and resourceful.
However, Theresa still did not like him.
Theresa did not know if it was because of her prejudice or even … jealousy.
But on second thought, especially when she compared Blackjack with Grandpa Yao, she still felt that the two "heroes" were not the same.
Although Grandpa Yao often went deep into the enemy's rear and saved the day on his own, Grandpa Yao had never manipulated other people. The best he could do was to influence other people with his actions and the childish remarks that made him sound like a high school student.
As for Black Jack … he basically treated everyone on both sides as his puppets, as if they were his puppets, as if they were his puppets.
The hellish battlefield where thousands of people died was just a stage for him to make contributions.
I will never be your puppet, and I will never let Princess Summer and the sisters in your harem be your puppets forever!
Theresa thought to herself.
She left the banquet and came to the medical camp that was full of flags.
After the fierce battle, the wounded were all over the ground. The doctors of the Medusa clan were treating the wounded soldiers in all kinds of weird and even horrifying ways.
The ground was full of blood, bandages, and broken limbs. The pungent smell of blood and herbs was lingering in the air. Screams were echoing in the air, too.
Theresa sighed in her heart. Holding back her discomfort, she found the camp of the harem.
The flowers of victory had to be watered with blood.
The invincible charge of the harem attracted the attention of the Hell-Exterminating Devil Army, which allowed Blackjack to approach from the dome and launch a dive.
It was impossible for the harem not to be wounded in the process.
Natasha, the captain of the mercenaries, was the most seriously wounded.
This tall, fit, and battle-thirsty girl with the blood of the Barbarian Tribe of the North did not take her life seriously at all. Her fighting style was to swing her axe and war hammer, throwing herself into the densest areas of the enemy again and again, and then sweeping across the battlefield.
In the battle, she had reaped the lives of at least dozens of Hell-Exterminating Devil Army.
But there were dozens of wounds large and small on her body, too. The deepest wound cut off her left shoulder blade and almost cut out her heart.
Thanks to Vera's blessing and treatment, the wound was basically healed, and her bones were reconnected.
But the magic power and blood that she had consumed could not be replenished anytime soon.
Her body was covered in bloody bandages. Her previously red and plump face was pale and dry, as if she were a mummy that had just been carried out of a coffin.
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