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Chapter 211 The Unfortunate Demon Lord is Under Immense Pressure
The scout took a deep breath and continued:
"We've never seen their weapons before!"
"Judging from those incredibly powerful steel behemoths and steel birds, they are definitely not native to Terra!"
"They...they must be reinforcements from another planet coming to help the natives of Terra!"
Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Murphy's scarlet eyes.
He slowly stood up, and the shadow cast by his nearly four-meter-tall body instantly enveloped the scout completely.
"Reinforcements from other planets...?"
He repeated it in a low voice, and then a deep, hoarse laugh came from the depths of his throat, echoing in the empty bone hall, sounding eerie.
"Hehehe...hehehehehehe!"
Expanding territory!
A whole new world!
If we can defeat these two-legged beasts, then attack through their portals and offer that world to the great Demon Emperor…
What an achievement that would be!
The gloom in Murphy's heart was swept away.
He has been on this planet called Terra for almost two hundred years.
The remaining natives—elves, dwarves, holy humans…
They all cowered like turtles, using the terrain and magic to hide themselves, making them impossible to defeat.
For example, in the battle against the Holy Humans a few days ago, the opponent had a natural advantage against the Demon race's power, as well as an unbelievable regenerative ability, plus the assistance of the dragons.
Even though he was stronger, he couldn't kill the opponent's seventh-tier expert.
The battle was dragging on, and his superior, the great Demon God, had expressed his dissatisfaction on several occasions.
They believed he had severely hampered the resource collection progress on the entire planet Terra.
The thought of the demon god gave Malphite a headache.
I'm so unlucky.
The last world he invaded was a planet occupied by the Zerg.
Those insectoids have an even more terrifying ability to mass-produce troops than the demons; it's endless.
Fortunately, they lack high-level combat capabilities; they only have a so-called "brain worm" capable of mind control.
His predecessor, another seventh-tier commander, was accidentally controlled by the brain worm.
In a desperate struggle for control of his body, he went mad and exhausted himself, only to be worn down and killed by the endless swarm of insects.
In the end, it was Malphite who forged the entire suit of armor using a special metal that isolates the mind.
Finding an opportunity to charge in through the swarm of insects, he cleaved the brain worm in two with an axe, finally shattering the insectoid resistance.
It was precisely because of that tremendous achievement that he was promoted from the sixth rank to the seventh rank, was named "Destroyer," and was assigned to this brand new world.
He thought that by upgrading to the seventh rank, he could easily crush the civilization of this planet, but he almost failed.
The indigenous people here are not only physically strong, but also possess a strange power called "magic".
If it weren't for the Demon God personally suppressing them in the beginning, their demon army wouldn't even have been able to gain a foothold here.
But now, even the Demon God has his own worries.
He personally led the main force to attack a newly discovered "technological civilization," and it is said that the battle was at a stalemate, leaving him no time to attend to his side.
As he watched his colleagues make great strides and achieve remarkable feats on their respective planets, while he remained stagnant in his current position, Murphy's anxiety grew day by day.
and many more……
A flash of inspiration struck Murphy.
Steel behemoths... Steel birds...
Could this two-legged civilization called "Daxia" be... the kind of "technological civilization" that the Demon God is attacking?
From the very beginning of his birth on his home planet, Murphy was a fourth-order demon lord. He fought his way up to the seventh-order demon lord through his military exploits and never actually fought against a technological civilization.
He had only heard some rumors.
Technological civilization consists entirely of cold, steel creations.
A low-level technological civilization is easily defeated.
But the higher-level ones are a tough nut to crack!
Even the eighth-tier demon god himself was stuck in a stalemate, so that technological civilization must be quite troublesome.
but……
Murphy glanced at the scout who was still trembling on the ground.
These new bipedal creatures were summoned from within Terra by the natives.
What does this tell us?
This means they came through a native magical portal!
How advanced can a technological civilization that needs to rely on magical power for interstellar teleportation go?
Most likely, it's just a low-level civilization that has just touched the threshold of interstellar travel!
A piece of fatty meat delivered right to my mouth!
The red light in Murphy's eyes grew even more intense, and his greedy desire almost materialized.
He made his decision.
He wanted to personally meet these arrogant two-legged beasts and see if they were indeed a low-level technological civilization, as he suspected!
"Reveal my command!"
Murphy's voice boomed like thunder.
"Assemble the army!!!"
He walked to the edge of the Bone Hall, looking down at the endless army of demons that was beginning to stir and gather in the canyon below, a grin spreading across his face.
"I will prepare a grand welcome ceremony for these friends from the new world."
"Turn them, along with their steel toys, into new collectibles for my throne!"
Inside the command vehicle, a radar operator's voice suddenly rose.
"Report! Large-scale biological activity detected within the Misty Forest, 10 kilometers ahead!"
On the screen, red dots representing life signals appeared from nothing and quickly merged into a shocking red expanse.
"Energy readings are soaring, the numbers... estimated to exceed one hundred thousand! They're moving towards us at high speed!"
Long Zhan's face was cold and stern as he picked up the communicator.
"All troops halt and prepare for battle."
The order was given, and the endless torrent of steel came to an abrupt halt, deploying its forces less than five kilometers from the gray forest.
Lin Mo swiped his finger across another screen, bringing up satellite-surveyed topographic maps and monster energy distribution maps.
"It seems they were prepared to ambush us here all along."
Zhao Gang looked at the writhing red sea.
"They're treating us like a free lunch."
Long Zhan raised his head and gave the order:
"Attention all troops, area A-3, coordinates (127.3, 44.8), execute the 'Cleanup' plan."
"Repeat, execute the 'cleaning' plan!"
As the order was given, rows of launch units slowly rose behind the entire steel array, aiming at the distant forest.
……
Meanwhile, within the position.
A thousand elite orcs were curiously fiddling with the "iron rods" they had been given.
Warwick the werewolf was carrying a heavy machine gun, which was quite heavy, but he had no idea what it was for.
Captain Chen stood before them, his expression serious.
"Everyone, don't let your earplugs fall out; they're for translation."
"And then there's the heavy machine gun, 12.7mm caliber."
"This is the safety catch, and this is the lever."
"Remember, when firing, the butt of the rifle should be firmly against your shoulder; otherwise, the recoil will be too great and you could easily get injured!"
A minotaur warrior named Alistar scratched his head and asked in a muffled voice,
"Instructor Chen, how do you use this thing?"
"Should we swing it and smash it?"
The surrounding orcs let out a low chuckle.
Captain Chen remained expressionless.
"No, use it to fire ammunition; those are what you wear on your waists."
He was about to continue explaining how to load the ammunition belt.
Sudden--
"Ugh—!!!"
A piercing shriek that tore through the air came from behind the expeditionary force's position, instantly drowning out all other sounds in the world.
All the orcs, including Warwick, a seventh-tier orc, instinctively raised their heads.