Mage Veigar

Chapter 311 Bloodthirsty Legion
The crushing battle is over.

When the Kingdom Legion Commander Menno saw the white flag of surrender being knocked down, he knew that what was to follow was not a glorious battle, but a one-sided massacre, and they had become a tool for the enemy to vent their anger.

Menno curled up in the corner.

He watched the flame explosions falling from the airship, but they didn't even have basic anti-aircraft forces. There was only one professional squadron in the entire army, and they died under the cover of magic as soon as they came into contact.

As for the magician?
A standard regiment is equipped with only one magician.

Even a reinforced group like his only had three magicians, and none of these three magicians were as scarce as the Word Mage. Therefore, under the special care of Vega's Shadow Mage Team, they died even faster than those professionals.

The killing game is coming to an end.

Menno didn't know whether he would die or not, but he was sure that he couldn't resist his fate. But even if he died, he wanted to know which force this army belonged to and where they came from.

Besides, what if I could escape?

Even if there was only a one percent chance, he decided to do something.

Hold this belief.

Menno picked up a long cross sword and stumbled towards the gate like a frightened lamb. Although he knew that the sword in his hand was not of much use, it at least gave him some sense of mental security.

It’s getting closer, only a few hundred meters away from the city gate.

When he got closer, Mennofa found that the enemy was attacking the soldiers who had dropped their weapons and kneeled down to surrender. They had no mercy, their eyes were full of madness, and some even pierced the lifeless corpses with their spears.

Laughing, cursing, violence...

All kinds of negative emotions permeated this war, and in Menno's eyes these people no longer had humanity.

How can one describe a blood-thirsty army without any humanity?

demon!

This is a legion from hell.

They treat life as a joke, disregard death, and crave killing and violence... Such an army does not exist in this world at all. This is completely a demon army from hell.

Just as Menno was frightened and stood there.

A Level 5 apprentice professional in the group came out to kill. Menno remembered this big guy. He was the strongest professional in the group, holding the best magic weapon in the group. Not only had he been in the vanguard army, but he had also experienced more than a dozen battles.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is born with murderous aura.

Even Menno himself didn't dare to look him in the eye. Every time their eyes met, he had the illusion that he was going to die.

With such a powerful enemy, no matter how brave the enemy is, they will have to retreat, right?

Menno once again had the courage to pick up the cross sword and flee. Following such soldiers, he might be able to escape. He had to survive no matter what, and survive by all means.

But Menno, who had just stepped out of the shadow, stopped again.

What did he see?
The ordinary soldiers of the Imperial Army not only did not retreat when faced with a powerful professional who was tall and strong, wielding the best magic weapon in the entire regiment, and could kill people with just a glance, but instead excitedly picked up their spears and rushed towards the level 5 trainee professional.

A mayfly trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot?
Menno could not understand such meaningless behavior.

And why?
These ordinary soldiers were not afraid at all when they saw the powerful professionals. Instead, they voluntarily rushed towards the professionals without any orders. Are they really not afraid of death?

Vega's troops spoke for themselves.

Even when facing powerful professionals, they still followed them. The soldiers who were so angry that they didn't know what fear was, they only knew to kill all the enemies wearing the Kingdom's military uniforms to vent their anger after being defeated repeatedly and being chased into the mountains and forests.

Bang, bang, bang—the sound of iron colliding was heard.

The Level 5 trainee professional showed pride on his face as he chopped down the ordinary soldiers in front of him.

At this time, Vega, who was preparing to enter Silverpine City, discovered the movement here.

A soldier reported to him: "Commander, the enemy is basically dead, but there is still a Level 5 apprentice professional fighting at the city gate. Should we send a magician or professional to fight?"

Vega was silent for a moment.

Then he said to the scouts: "Notify any magicians and professionals not to take action. Let the ordinary soldiers handle this matter. We just need to watch quietly."

So Vega climbed up to the city wall and watched the show from above.

However, when he climbed up the city wall, the area around the Level 5 trainee professional was already filled with corpses, numbering over 80. But it was clear that the magical defense on this professional's body had become a little weaker.

Not only that.

The large number of deaths of the Imperial Army not only did not make the soldiers retreat, these blood-thirsty soldiers... no, it should be said that they were thugs, they no longer knew what fear was. They rushed forward and surrounded the Level 5 trainee, who was in a dilemma.

If a magician is surrounded, there is still hope of escape.

But when a professional is surrounded, even if he is a lower or middle-level professional, the only thing that awaits him is death.

The magic power of this level 5 apprentice professional gradually dried up.

When the casualties exceeded 200, the magical defense of this level 5 trainee professional was broken, and five or six standard spears pierced through his body.

This Level 5 trainee never imagined that one day he would die in such a humiliating way.

How could he die at the hands of an ordinary soldier?

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

As the last soldier fell, thunderous cheers resounded throughout Silverpine City. They shouted out the unit's number, and even the ordinary soldiers who were later incorporated into Vega's unit had a strong sense of belonging to this unit.

They defeated the powerful professionals!
The body of the Level 5 apprentice was spontaneously hung on the city gate by the soldiers.

The soldiers could not help but watch the tragic scene before his death again and again.

The enemy's bodies were piled up at the city gate and cremated collectively.

The flames rising into the sky and the smell of burning in the air made the soldiers shout "Victory" again.

"Devil, devil..."

In the dark, Menno's stomach churned and he almost vomited bile.

Picking up the cross sword, Menno no longer dared to move towards the city gate. He took off his military uniform and turned back to walk into the city. Now he was full of motivation to escape.

Even if I commit suicide, I must not fall into the hands of these devils.

Since the enemy commander was not captured, Vega wanted to order a city-wide search, but another matter attracted his attention, so he temporarily put this matter aside.

According to the report of the Shadowmage team.

They surrounded a man and a woman who were suspected to be important figures of the dynasty. The basis for their judgment was that the girl's elf-like pointed ears could only be possessed by people of the royal bloodline of the Holy Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)