Battle of Divine City Fortress

The devil legion led by Huo Ling was more than two days behind the demons.

By the time the legion arrived, fierce fighting had already begun ahead.

Huo Ling had transformed into a dragonman and flew through the sky, accompanied by four devil barons.

The battle ahead was exceptionally fierce, yet Divine City's resistance seemed effortless.

From high above, the land surrounding the fortress was covered in demons. Vast in number, they howled and roared as they charged at the fortress.

The fortress itself had been built well, its defenses exceptionally complete, with no shortage of every kind of siege-defense equipment.

Even the number of defenders was considerable, something that greatly surprised Huo Ling.

There were at least several million godservant soldiers defending within the city, far beyond Huo Ling's expectations.

When this God of Courage legion had descended, Huo Ling had sent undead to observe them at close range. There had only been around a million elite soldiers then.

Yet those million-plus soldiers could not possibly have suffered no losses in the previous battles. Looking now, however, the number of elite soldiers had not decreased but increased.

Several million cannon-fodder godservants had even appeared. They were called cannon fodder, but they were still godservant soldiers at Black Iron rank.

With the protection of the city walls, these godservant soldiers dealt with the demons' assault with ease.

Even in terms of powerful fighters, the fortress had no fewer than the demons.

One baron watched the battle and asked, "My Lord Count, when do we begin our attack?"

Huo Ling watched the battle and gently shook his head. Pointing at the battlefield, he said, "Looking at a battle like this, do they need our support?"

The barons exchanged glances. Just as Huo Ling had said, the God of Courage legion even