Below the ruined city, the anxious roars of demons rose one after another, but there were simply too many insects, so many that because of the demons' massacre, many places on the ground in the city were covered with a thick layer of insect corpses, but still no sunlight could be seen.
If the devil hadn't roared with breath gushing out of his mouth, a large number of locusts might have tried to get in through his mouth.
In addition to the roars of demons, there were also some miserable and terrified screams in the city, mostly from the surviving people of the Ridgetop.
The locusts don't have the intelligence to distinguish between the ridgetops and demons. Even if they did, they probably wouldn't have the patience at this moment.
Therefore, the first people in the city to die at the hands of the locusts were not the violent demons from hell, but the people from the spinetops. Unless their hiding place was extremely good, they would turn into a pile of bloody bones within a few minutes to more than ten minutes.
The roars in the city continued, and the buzzing and creaking sounds never stopped, lasting from the day to the night. The noise in the ruined city finally weakened.
The demons that originally stayed in the city were not actually all dead. A few of them actually survived by digging holes and burying themselves, and with some luck.
However, if the hole is dug shallowly and the speed is slow, otherwise the swarm of insects will follow directly in and they will be caught in a jar. Most of the low-level demons who are really unlucky and brainless will definitely be left with only bones at most.
After the sounds of fighting in the city died down, the "creaking" sound mixed with the noisy sounds did not go away, but continued for a long time.
The classification of demons follows the principle of the survival of the fittest. Intelligence, size, destructive power, possible special powers or magic, affinity with hell, and all kinds of miscellaneous abilities can be used as measurement standards. But no matter which one or which ones, only when the strength reaches a certain level and is recognized by the power of hell can they be distinguished from lower-level demons as higher-level beings.
That feeling is very obvious to demons, as if they have a mysterious feeling. But for other creatures, even individuals with awakened magic power, it is not easy to distinguish the ranks of demons without special powers. At most, they can roughly classify them based on their strength.
Two medium-level demons who used to dislike each other hid more than 20 meters underground. As two demons of higher rank and stronger strength, they were unable to escape from the ruined city in the first place because they did not have the ability to fly.
But in fact, with the strength of a medium-sized demon, although he was a little embarrassed in the insect swarm, his life was not in any danger for the time being. He was just a little frightened by the ferocity of the insect swarm.
One of the two demons was digging the hole frantically, while the other was filling it with soil. They did not dare to stop to rest until they were more than 20 meters deep underground.
They have sensed some low-level demons with some brains digging holes to survive, but when a single demon digs a hole, it is often courting death. The strange yellow-gray insects will follow in madly, and if the soil is not filled fast enough, it will be dug open by the insects.
And because they could not move freely underground, they were covered by bugs instead, as if a hole was filled with bugs with a struggling demon buried in the middle. The roar turned into screams of terror, which made some demons with powerful strength shudder.
So the two medium-level demons, who originally didn't like each other, joined forces, one digging the hole and the other filling it with soil.
Like the other remaining demons hiding underground, the two medium-sized demons could always hear the "buzzing..." sounds of flying around with their sharp hearing, as if there were still many demons on the ground resisting.
One of the demons stared at its fellow demon in the small underground space. Its red skin was covered with tiny purple dots. Some of its skin had swelled and even cracked, but its epidermis had not been torn by the insects.
But there was also a shocking wound, which was one of the eight-legged demon's broken arms. This arm was injured when the Ash Ship crashed, and it became the biggest flaw of this medium-sized demon in the insect tide.
The injured hand had been eaten away, leaving only a thick red-purple bone connected to the root where the limb met the body, and a piece of hard skin covered with marks from insect bites remained at that location.
Many demons were injured when the Ash Ship crashed, and most of those wounds became the most suitable breakthrough points for the locusts.
Losing the flesh of an arm would not cause fatal damage to a medium-sized demon, but it would not be difficult to scare the opponent. This could be seen from the fact that the demon's hot breathing was still not calm.
The demon who was observing his own kind looked down at his own body, which was also covered with dense tracks of insect jaws. Those places that made him feel numb and itchy when bitten were actually a kind of warning from the body to itself.
Even though he was confident in his physical strength and had no idea how many bugs he had just killed, the intermediate demon had no intention of testing how long it would take for the bugs to break through his defenses.
"Huh...Huh...What are they still doing? The demons above should have been dead, why don't they leave?"
The demon on the opposite side was very anxious. As its emotions fluctuated, the temperature in the cave rose to nearly 100 degrees Celsius, and some damp soil was burned and white steam continued to emerge.
"Quiet!"
The other demon growled in dissatisfaction, and his companions subconsciously quieted down.
It listened to the sounds above, distinguishing the slightest differences. After a long time, the demon with white bone arms discovered that the emotions of this fellow seemed to be even more tense.
"They... those strange insects... they are eating the corpses of their own kind!!"
On the ground, because of the fighting in this ruined city, the corpses of locusts covered the entire city. In shallow places, the thickness might be half a meter, while in deep places, the corpses were piled up for several meters.
The largest of these locusts was nearly half a meter long including their wings, and the smallest was over ten centimeters. Some of their corpses were intact, some were broken into pieces, some were charred, some were yellow and gray, and of course there were quite a few that were half-cooked.
These dead locusts, those with bad luck would die at the first touch, while those with good luck might have eaten a few bites of the devil's flesh before dying. At least they were dead with a full head.
The locusts in the sky and in the city have no idea of wasting anything. The corpses of their own dead counterparts are also food. For the hungry swarm of insects, they will eat anything as long as they can fit into their stomachs!
Especially the dead insect corpses that have eaten the devil's flesh are as attractive as meat buns to hungry dogs, even if they are charred black insect corpses.
So now the entire ruined city is still filled with a wriggling mass of dense yellow-gray color, and there are still uninterrupted gnawing sounds. There are even some fights, with locusts constantly swooping down from the sky to join the food-grabbing team.
Of course, more swarms of insects were still flying forward, so the entire large cloud was still moving forward.
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In the imperial capital of the Gunningsen Empire, a large square in the imperial palace has been protected by circles of imperial guards. In the center is the Holy Spirit who is constantly producing energy-shaping materials and carving large-scale ritual arrays.
The appearance of this giant of light quickly stabilized the confidence of the empire's top dignitaries.
As the first country to experience the horror of demons, it knows that it is an existence that no mortal can resist. Perhaps only the power of God can do it.
Yes, for the upper echelons of the empire, many people regard the world where the Holy Spirit of Light exists as "Heaven". Even though they know the filthiness of the Church of Light, that world is indeed the origin of the "God of Light".
Bafmant stood far away outside the square. Even though his eyesight was not clear, he could still see the outline of the light and the magic array that kept lighting up around the Holy Spirit. It looked extremely sacred.
The swordsman Degni and the bishop of the city-state of Fanet were standing next to Emperor Gunningsen. Although Bafmant was still anxious, he was much calmer than the previous two days.
The Holy Spirit was multitasking. While drawing the spell formation, he was also sensing the "war" ahead through some puppet locusts.
It should not be a problem for the locusts to slightly block the demon's arrogance, but it is still a long way to go if they can really stop the demon.
But it must be said that despite the heavy losses, the results achieved were indeed surprising, at least before the demons reacted.
However, the demons are different from all the enemies that the Earth has dealt with before. It can be said that those previous enemies were almost all wild dogs, all loose sand, while the demons are truly organized entities.
The Holy Spirit felt the ferocious attack of the locusts in front of him, and suddenly thought that if these images were uploaded to the Internet, it would probably be a nightmare for people with trypophobia.
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