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Now it's in a mess.

When the dawn light rises from the east, blood covers the world, and the killing ends here.

Relying on the advantages of racial talent, the hell creature finally lost its momentum to move forward after a night of raid.

No matter how mad they are, this place is always a human camp. The top combat power of the whole world is here. With its current strength alone, it is impossible to achieve the effect of breaking it with one force. Even though mythical creatures are powerful, they cannot persist for too long when facing the siege of the silver realm warlock.

After paying tens of thousands of bat-winged demons and a devil's life, they finally chose to retreat.

And humans have also suffered heavy damage.

Nearly five hundred ordinary sorcerers and creatures died, thousands were injured, more than eighty black iron realm sorcerers died, and even ten strong men in the silver realm fell down that night.

After all, the gap in racial talent is always there.

Those bat-winged demons are the humblest existences in hell. They are close to the human world. The number of mortals is vast. Although they do not have much ability, they are far superior to mortals and can even cause certain damage to warlocks, not to mention how powerful mythical creatures are.

Sitting silently on the edge of the ruins, Carloy silently brushed away the dust on his body.

After a night of fierce fighting, his body suffered a lot of trauma, but it didn't get in the way. Just take a rest for a while.

Filtering the blood on his beard one by one, Carloy stared at the corpse in front of him and sighed in his heart.

"We should be considered to have made a profit by measuring ten silver-level warlocks and a silver-level devil."

Although he mourned the death and injury of the warlock, in fact, humans are indeed the ones who are cheap.

Mythical creatures are different from human warlocks. They have extremely long lives. As they grow older, their strength will become stronger. If they want to reach the realm of silver, it will take at least two or three hundred years.

For the devil, time is not very valuable. Even if the bloodline is impure, it can have a lifespan of thousands of years after reaching the Silver Realm.

The long life span is a feature shared by mythical creatures.

And humans are different.

As long as there is bloodline and time, under the huge human population, strong people in the Silver Realm will surely sprout like mushrooms after a rain. Two or three hundred years are enough to nurture nearly a hundred powerful people in the Silver Realm!

Even though due to the limitations of human bodies, strong people in the Silver Realm do not mean that they are very powerful. Compared with mythical creatures, their strength is mostly average and their lifespan is only a few hundred years. In a sense, only with quantity can they have quality.

The time when a mythical creature grows from black iron to silver is enough to produce a number of strong people who can match mythical creatures, and even some talented people can break through the boundaries of the soul and enter the realm of gold in these hundreds of years!

"The longer this world war is, the better, the longer it will be, the better it will be for us."

Applying a bottle of trauma potion to the wound, Carloy groaned, enduring the stimulating pain, and his expression was firm.

"No matter how powerful the devil is, it is just a stupid move of a golden-level devil. His military strength is always limited. The longer it consumes, the more casualties the opponent will be. The final victory must belong to us humans."

After a moment of silence, he recalled the scene of the three-headed devil following Vincent at night, and couldn't help but frown, worried about his safety.

"I don't know if Vinson has successfully escaped. He is a three-headed devil. A mythical blood warlock. He grew up to guard our world for a thousand years. It is rare to see the powerful warlocks like Vinson. I hope he can survive."

He clenched his fists, secretly hoping.

Even though he understood that Vincent's possibility of survival was slim, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

And just as he was thinking, a voice came over.

"Mr. Carloy, why are you sitting here?"

This familiar tone made Carloy's heart jump and he quickly turned around and swept to the person coming.

The man was wearing a black robe and had a pale face, but his face had not changed much. He was Vincent, the mythical bloodline warlock!

"Ahhh, it's you?"

After a moment of stunned silence, the silver-level warlock with a bearded face could not suppress the ecstasy in his heart and exhaled excitedly.

"Haha, you actually survived, just live, just live!"

I thought Vincent's possibility of survival was close to zero, but I didn't expect that the other party was standing in front of him alive. Carloy immediately rushed forward and gave the other party a big hug.

"Oh my god, what a miracle, you can survive!"

After being hugged by Carloy, Vincent Chuchu was a little uncomfortable and patted the other person on the back: "It's okay, my friend."

After a moment of ecstasy, Carloy's mind cooled down and he let go of his hand holding Vinson.

He looked at Vinson's face carefully, and the smile on his face couldn't be dissipated: "My friend, tell me, how did you escape the devil's pursuit? It's really hard to believe."

"It's just a little luck."

Vinson smiled lightly, not intending to reveal the fact that he not only escaped from the three-headed devils, but also slaughtered those mythical creatures, and shifted the topic away.

"By the way, what's the loss tonight? We seem to have suffered a serious loss."

He looked at the messy scene around him and his heart was in a state of depression.

"Well, indeed, we suffered a lot of losses."

Carloy shook his head and felt depressed again, "Thousands of casualties, including many warlocks, and even ten powerful men in the Silver Realm fell down, but if you are not seriously injured, no matter how big the loss is, it will be nothing."

When Vincent heard Carloy's decisive words, he was stunned for a moment.

A warm current flowed into his heart.

He knew that Carloy spoke like this from the perspective of interests. Because he was a mythical blood warlock, he was of great value to the entire silver world, but Vincent could not ignore such a huge loss.

How many warlocks died in the struggle last night just to protect him. Among these people, there are many warlocks who have not met, and have no contact before, but have given their lives for him.

Now he inevitably bears the responsibility of guarding the world.

Whether he is willing to bear it or not, the humans in the silver world are inextricably linked to him. If he leaves it regardless of everything, it is OK, but in that case, he will not be Vincent.

He calmed down for several seconds and made up his mind.

He wants revenge.

One day, he will have supreme power. At that time, he must go deep into hell, twist the head of the golden-level devil, and pay tribute to the countless dead lives.

After taking a deep breath, Vincent said word by word.

"Carloy, I promise you that those damn devils will pay back sooner or later."

"I hope so too."

A smile appeared on Carloy's face, and after a moment of silence, his face became solemn, "Mr. Vincent, this night attack is too strange. Hell creatures seem to have figured out where you are. Some people inside us may have chosen the wrong direction and turned to the other side."

"Yeah, yes."

Vinson nodded, agreeing with Carloy's idea, "I think I might have to leave here and go to the mainland for a walk, otherwise the hell creatures will definitely come back again after getting the news. Just in time, I can clear out the hell creatures that are wandering. Stay here and can't do anything, and it will also bring you hidden dangers."

Carloy thought for a few seconds and had to admit that asking Vinson was right.

They have no ability to stop the madness of the mythical creatures, so they can only avoid their attacks and waste their time with each other.

"This should be fine. Just look back and talk to other silver-level magicians."

Carloy nodded and agreed, and seemed to remember something, and quickly instructed, "By the way, when going to the mainland, it is best to help the sorcerers of our academy. The hell creatures in their area are very rampant. You have to punch them hard before they can learn to respect humans."

"No problem, I'll make those guys pay."

Vinson clenched his fists and made a pledge to Carloy carefully. (To be continued...)
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