The Great War of the races 18

Chaos, death, and destruction

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The grand scene where countless demons are marching through the sand and kicking up a thick cloud of dust can make one tremble in fear. Behind the demon army are countless numbers of flying creatures with pure ones riding on their backs.

These flying creatures are blocking the sky like a shade of countless locusts blotting the golden rays of the sun. They represent the superiority of the demon army and the greatness of their strength in this war.

Belfast is already looking at the horizon where he can see from the far off distance a great number of flying ships. Although he is confident of the strength of his army, upon seeing the metallic sheen on the ships made by the humans and their allies, he felt something strange deep in his dark heart.

"You majesty my king. Those ships are new, we didn't have any information about them." a demon soldier on the side said.