The most despairing thing is, regardless of how fiercely the defenders of Toulouse realm fight to kill, those slave creatures seem to be endless.

In the rear, at the back line of the United Legion's position, transport airships continually drop batches of new, various slave creatures onto the battlefield front from the three apertures in the sky.

These slave creatures seem inexhaustible, constantly replenishing, not decreasing in number despite the ongoing war, but instead, trending towards more and more.

This is purely using sheer numbers and flesh and blood to deplete the surviving strength and will of the Toulouse defenders.

What these natives of Toulouse realm don't know is that beyond those three apertures in the sky, there are three space fortresses docked, each comparable to small continents, loaded with a number of slave creatures beyond their imagination.

The outcome of this war was destined from the start; Toulouse realm does not have the human resources to replenish endlessly.

And from beginning to end, the Wizards of the United Legion, the true enemies of these indigenous of the Devourer Plane, never appeared on the front lines.

They might be in the floating airships in the rear, perhaps in distant command fortresses, calmly observing the battle, precisely issuing orders, orchestrating this brutal war of attrition.

They wouldn't personally deal with those troublesome Awakened, preferring to pile up with lives of slave creatures tenfold, a hundredfold, to exchange.

This cold strategy, based on absolute strength and resources overpowering, brings not only physical damage to Toulouse realm, but also immense mental pressure and despair.

Before the monitoring array, Duke silently watched all this.

He watched the green tide gradually engulf the red stronghold, watched that huge gap expand steadily under the desperate counterattacks of the defenders and relentless fire coverage of the legion, watched the myth of the Iron Curtain Wall crumble inch by inch.

This is the typical mode of wizard warfare, using endless cannon fodder and absolute firepower to clear the way, preserving one's core forces to the maximum, achieving the greatest results at the lowest cost.

The life of Wizards is above all else; as long as it's exchanged with the lives of slave creatures, the United Legion absolutely won't sacrifice a single wizard's life, not even that of a wizard apprentice.

One day later.

At the foot of the wall, the bodies piled up nearly forming a gentle slope, the subsequent slave creatures almost charging upward on their own kind's corpses.

At the huge breach blasted by the magic-guided cannon, the fight was the most fierce; the bodies and wreckage of soldiers on both sides nearly clogged the breach, only to be continually cleared by new explosions and impacts, endlessly repeating.

On top of the wall, the resistance of the Toulouse defenders became obviously sparse and chaotic.

The Awakened were exhausted, many bearing injuries, with movements far less swift than before, their powers visibly weakened, clearly their physical strength and energy nearing limits.

The roars of demons were filled with pain and weakness, the number of flying demons sharply reducing, unable to form effective aerial interception anymore.

Though they still bravely and desperately resist with willpower and geographic advantage, the decline can no longer be reversed.

Their speed in killing slave creatures has already fallen far behind the opponent's replenishment pace.

At the rear of the position, over a hundred giant magic-guided cannons were already set up.

This was already after several rounds of replenishment, during which the people of Toulouse realm had tried various ways to sneak attack and destroy some of the giant magic-guided cannons.

Of course, the price they paid was extremely heavy, one could say it was only through exceedingly fierce methods that some giant magic-guided cannons were made to fall.

Over a hundred giant magic-guided cannon carriages hummed heart-palpitatingly again, but this time, the energy at their muzzles no longer shone a single color, turning instead into a dangerous, extremely unstable blazing white, and the air around the cannon body wildly distorted due to terrifying energy radiation.

Moreover, above the higher cloud layers, three giant warships, far exceeding any previous floating airship in size, more sinister in shape, entirely covered in somber metal armor, slowly broke through the clouds, revealing their prows like primordial beasts.

On their decks, the main energy cannons, larger in number and caliber, were slowly adjusting their angles, the ghostly blue light at the muzzles seeming like the gaze of death.

When Duke saw this scene, his heart instinctively skipped a beat, a dangerous sensation from his inherent survival instinct given by these three giant warships, even just seen through the monitoring array.

"These are Destroyer Warships!" Richie couldn't help but exclaim, seemingly recognizing these things.

"What are Destroyer Warships?" Ella asked curiously beside him.

In fact, Ella hadn't checked the scenes in the monitoring array for a long time; when the war just began, those high-intensity battlefield scenes made her pale and vomit.

Ella never looked after that, she just did some simple textual recording work beside it.

Richie obviously couldn't force this young lady of noble birth to do anything; as long as nothing went wrong, it was fine.

Looking at the scenes within the monitoring array, Richie said, "Destroyer Warships are exceedingly famous warships in the hands of the East Coast Seville Empire; each Destroyer Warship could be seen as the combat power of a Level 3 Mage."

Here he felt something strange: "Why would Destroyer Warships appear here?"

No one could answer Richie's question, others didn't know what this meant.

The appearance of Destroyer Warships here could only mean that the East Coast Seville Empire has the power to involve itself in this dimensional war.

Duke suddenly thought of those Thorn Holy Tower Knight units he had seen before, now he linked it all together.

The Thorn Holy Tower Knight units were most likely from the East Coast; they couldn't have suddenly cultivated a Knight unit out of nowhere.

Since they weren't cultivated themselves, then they could only be borrowed from elsewhere.

The East Coast Seville Empire is an area where Mechanical Wizard Civilization is extremely developed, and where the only Level 6 Mage on the entire Appalachian Continent resides – Raphael.

Duke realized: "It seems this joint action wasn't that simple; the Four Great Wizard Organizations of the West Coast sought reinforcement from the East Coast for greater security in action. With the addition of East Coast forces, this dimensional war will have more assurance..."

The East Coast's strength far exceeds the West Coast; even the Four Great Wizard Organizations of the West Coast working together still feel somewhat insecure.

After all, the Devourer Plane is a Middle Plane, not comparable to previous Lower Planes; greater caution is necessitated.

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