The sky of the Burning Wasteland is always shrouded in heavy dark clouds, which will be pressed very low, as if if you are not careful, you will fall down.The earth of the burning wasteland was always scarlet and scorching, as if paved with blood, with an inexplicable heat and a pungent smell of sulfur.The river is no longer flowing with water, but with lava, and from time to time the earth shoots flames, igniting the air like a fire tornado rising from the ground to the sky.There is still vegetation here, and the flowers and trees polluted by the abyssal breath have lost their former docility, but have become strange, twisted, and aggressive.Although they are mostly immobile, they mutate into all sorts of strange ways of predating, and in many cases, even demons are in their recipes.And with this rough black city wall as the boundary, inside the city wall, is the station of the demon slayer army.From the closest point to the city wall, to the center of the garrison, there is the first line of defense formed by the warriors who fought in front of it.There is a second line of defense consisting of various arrow towers, catapults, bed crossbows, archer legions, and spellcasters.There is a third line of defense formed by the reserve army, and the doctors and priests who roam the three lines of defense from time to time, doing their best to save every wounded.Farther in, the core of the garrison, the quietest part of the city, was full of fallen warriors, lying on the ground exhausted, still holding weapons in their hands, but people had fallen into a deep sleep.Some of them may fall asleep and never wake up again, and there will always be one or two corpses of overwounded warriors in the midst of the warriors who are lying together, but no one cares.They are so tired!
Perhaps, sleeping on the corpse of the robe, they felt extremely relieved.It is worth mentioning that in a corner of the station, there is a place where the remains of soldiers are piled up, because the area of the station is not large enough, the corpses can only be stacked layer by layer, piled up like a mountain.There were many warriors whose bodies still held weapons or shields, and the restrained medical officers could not take them down anyway, so they were left to hold them.On each layer of the corpse, there was a combustible item that the Demon Slayer Legion had managed to save, an extremely viscous oil.According to the rules, the soldiers fought on the battlefield, life and death were in a foreign land, and the remains should always be collected and returned to their hometown, which can be regarded as a kind of soul returning to their hometown.It's just that the current situation of the Demon Slayer Legion is difficult to say what will happen in the future, and at a critical moment, it is better to ignite the fire oil and let the remains turn into ashes in the flames than to be bitten and devoured by the demons.Further inward, in the center of the station, there was no doubt that there was a command post, but now it was empty, and the upper echelons of the legion, those commanders, had already gone to the front.The fiercest place in the war was always the trembling black city wall, and it had been ten days since the Demon Slayer Army moved in.During these ten days, the intensity of the battle on the city walls may have fluctuated, but it never stopped, and the warriors and demons fought repeatedly and fiercely in this small area.Ten days, ten days of non-stop fighting, have made every section of the city wall, every virgin wall, every piece of masonry have been soaked in the blood of humans or demons countless times.That is, this material derived from magma has very special qualities, otherwise, it would have been dyed scarlet by blood.It's just that the corpses of the two sides that died in battle need to be cleaned up regularly, and the demon slayer army will work hard to retrieve the remains of each robe, and then use combat skills such as war trampling to line up the corpses of demons.They had to stay tall enough, and while the crumbling walls were best served to block the demons' spells, there was no doubt that condescending would always bring some advantages.The demons don't care, they devour every piece of flesh and blood they get, whether it's human or demonic, for them, it's food for growth, it's delicious food.It stands to reason that the war has reached such an intensity that even the battle-hardened demon slayer army should collapse.What's more, this large-scale expansion, although the Demon Slayer Legion retains a part of the elite team, most of them are in the mode of old people leading newcomers, and they have not experienced real bloody battles, and their psychological endurance is actually limited.However, they just persevered, fanatical and determined, determined and unwavering.Because their spiritual pillar, their legion leader, still stood there, never retreating.It was a bulge on the northeast side of the station, and because of the topography, the black walls could only extend outward.There, right in front of the center of the Burning Wasteland, the spatial rift that tore through the sky.It is also the place where the battlefield is fiercest and the pressure is the greatest.Over the course of ten days, the demons had organized countless attacks on this place, dispatching the most ferocious assaults on the place, including the Elite Berserker Legion, the Demon Overseer Legion, the Obsidian Flying Legion, and even a legendary squad consisting of a Barlow Flame Demon and a four-headed six-armed snake demon.They seemed to know very well that as long as they broke through here, the entire battlefield would be like an avalanche, sliding into an unfathomable abyss.But they never succeeded, because there was always a man standing there.A giant with a ten-bladed body and eight arms stretched out from its back, holding eight weapons including swords, knives, maces, axes, spears, and so on.Depending on the size, some of these weapons are specially made, and some of them are simply stolen from demons.He had wounds on his body, and the armor on his front had long been shattered, and he could faintly see dense cracks, some slashed by swords, some frozen, some charred and rotten.Even, there was a wound across his ribs, and the white bones could be faintly seen, and on it, there was an evil aura permeating the wound, destroying and suppressing his own recovery.And his back, it's as good as ever.He should have died.Even the legendary warrior monk with the most powerful physique, or the legendary berserker with the most strong recovery power, after fighting so far and suffering so many injuries, he should die.But he still stood there, keeping his battle body open, standing and fighting, for ten days and ten nights.To be honest, there are not no legendary warriors in the Demon Slayer Legion, and during this year, Fao has won the following of three legendary powerhouses with his unyielding faith and charisma.They just follow Fao and have nothing to do with the Pompeii Empire.In other words, they can even be considered Fao's private soldiers.Not to mention, before the start of this battle, through Fao's unremitting efforts and visits, six more legendary powerhouses temporarily joined the Demon Slayer Legion.Although it is only temporary, no one can deny the power of the nine legendary fighters.With such a big effort, even if the emperor of the three empires wants to find it, he has to spend a lot of effort.At this time, they also fought on this desperate battlefield, and they also saw the figure that had stood for ten days and ten nights, and even the battle form had not been lifted.Even if they were as powerful as them, they couldn't understand how Fao's seemingly infinite body came about.The power that can no longer be explained by the system of the warriors, and it is also the kind of power that has pulled the demon slayer army back from the situation of near-death and survival again and again.At his feet, there were mountains of demon bones, higher than the city walls, among which high-level demons abounded, and the legendary corpses were not one or two.Behind him, there was a large cloak, stained scarlet with blood, rattling in the scorching wind of the burning wasteland.That's not just a cape.It was still a banner, a banner dyed red with blood, telling the demon slayers of the entire battlefield that their legion commander was still there.Everyone firmly believed that as long as the flag was still flying in the air, as long as the man was still standing on the battlefield, their position would never be lost.