Julius woke up from his sleep, his back was full of cold sweat.
His hazy eyes gradually saw his surroundings clearly. He saw soldiers wearing different types of protective equipment. Just like him, they were leaning against the city wall and sleeping.
Everyone was more or less injured, but it wouldn't hinder them from fighting.
And those who were seriously injured to the point that they couldn't fight, or even those who were only left with death, had been sent to the camp where the wounded were placed … In fact, they were just waiting for death.
The cold wind in the middle of the night made people couldn't help but shiver, although for Julius, this wind couldn't make him feel anything.
Some cultivators saw the wounded camp and let out a cry of horror and despair. This was hell.
Hell?
For Julius, it wasn't hell, it was just a living cemetery.
The real hell was here, on this huge wall, at the gate of the huge wall, at the bottom of the huge wall.
No one woke up, everyone was sleeping like they were half dead.
The fatigue of continuous fighting and the pain caused by the battle made these soldiers, or those who weren't soldiers before, lose their vitality.
But this was only the first night, only the sixth night …
Julius stood up, no one around him paid attention to him.
Except for the soldiers on sentry duty, no one here had the energy to care about others.
Although his body was also covered in blood, most of it was the blood of the enemy, although it was mixed with his own blood.
Under the messy appearance, there were no injuries on his body, only scars. Some were left recently, some were from the past, and some were left today.
There were no wounds on his body, every non-fatal or fatal wound was healed in a very short time.
At this time, no one would care about his abnormality, they would only treat him as a brave and reliable soldier.
Even if this young man was just a beggar who picked up rubbish for a living in the King's Castle.
There was no one around him that he was familiar with.
Romuona treated and prayed for those who were seriously injured in the wounded camp, Pasta went to the town on the other side of the King's Castle, Olga stayed in the church … For the old man who was getting old, such a place was no longer suitable for him.
Now, it was quiet outside the wall, Julius stood up and faced outside.
Outside, darkness wasn't everything.
The stars in the sky, the moon with a gap … and the "flames" on the ground.
Those flames were connected together, covering the dark ground … those were the flames that belonged to the tents, and there were also countless huge bonfires.
The patrolling flames came from the waists of the knights. The towering siege tower was dotted with little sparks of fire, as dazzling as the stars.
What was outside was, of course, not a wildfire that grew naturally in the Wilderness. Those flames belonged to humans, to the army, and to a country … a powerful country.
As for the powerful country, the Crescent Empire, their army, numbering in the tens of thousands, arrived in front of the giant walls of the King's Castle.
The giant wall hadn't been destroyed yet, and it wouldn't be destroyed so easily … However, the people who came to challenge the giant wall brought along huge waves. These huge waves were made up of soldiers.
Cavalry, battering rams, siege towers, and catapults covered the entire plains outside the city. Even the towns across the bay could see them.
Julius felt like he was still living in a dream as his eyes swept across everything.
But everything in front of his eyes was real.
It had been seven days since the battering rams of the Crescent Empire hit the iron gate for the first time.
It was said that the Creator took seven days to create this world, and the last day was for the believers on the ground to rest. But now, the Creator didn't give the life on the ground a chance to breathe, whether it was the defenders or the invaders.
In the darkness, the God of Light didn't seem to hear the prayers of the believers in the church, and the New Moon didn't seem to receive any blessings. Their God didn't let them attack the giant wall either.
Many people, no matter if they were from the King's Castle or the New Moon, died under the wall.
Julius walked past the resting soldiers, trying to find someone.
That person should be nearby. Recently, she always appeared at the places with the most dead people.
And today, it was Julius who lost the most lives here, and he was probably the one who took the most lives.
Finally, he found her on a sentry tower somewhere.
Lulunaka sat on a protruding rock. There might have been archers shooting down here, but they were no longer there.
In front of her, there was a half-destroyed siege tower. The inside had been burned to ashes, and no one would be stupid enough to try to climb up from the bottom of the siege tower. It was just a fragile wreckage, and no one would take the risk for the slightest possibility of climbing up the wall.
Julius still remembered that the siege tower was destroyed by magic.
The difference between the King's Castle and the New Moon was like the difference between a worm and a dragon. But even a worm had the power to struggle. The mages in the city were responsible for destroying the siege weapons that could possibly break through the giant wall, no matter the cost.
Lulunaka sat there, looking at the siege tower, with a bell in her hand.
The bell didn't have any special shape or mark, it was just a very ordinary bell, but in Lulunaka's hand, the swaying bell seemed to be able to calm people's hearts.
The string of bell sounds seemed to be attracting something to gather around Lulunaka.
Lulunaka shook the bell rhythmically, humming a gentle tune.
Julius knew what she was doing. She was calming the souls.
That was part of the truth about Lulunaka that he knew a long time ago, but that was it, even if he now had a deeper understanding of Lulunaka.
"What's the matter, Great Guardian?"
What a great guardian. "Lurunaka didn't turn her head, but she knew that Julius was behind her.
"You see, a lot of people are dead."
Julius said to Lulunaka, "No matter if it's the King's Castle or the New Moon, they are all dead. Their deaths are meaningless."
Whether it was the Crescent Empire that attacked and invaded the city, or the King's Castle that defended the city, just these few days, they could already pile up a small hill.
"This is just the beginning, young man."
Lulunaka stood up and faced Julius, "It's only the seventh day, it's far from the extent that they can't bear it … But one thing is certain, the first to fall will be the King's Castle."
"Is this what you want to see?
You want to see everything destroyed! "
Julius couldn't hold it in anymore and roared at Lulunaka, "These people should die like this!"
Facing Julius's roar, Lulunaka was very calm, and even her smile disappeared, "Do you want me to change all of this?
Let the giant wall become something that even the giant dragon can't destroy, let the army outside flee, let the commander suddenly die, and even let your good friend, the current Emperor Of The New Moon, die in my assassination? "
Looking at the stunned Julius, Lulunaka continued. She opened her arms as if she was hugging something, but also as if she was hugging everything, "Or, I can make the King's Castle better?
Let the corrupt things be removed, let more wise people manage this kingdom that doesn't have much left, let everyone not worry about food and clothing, be full of energy, contribute everything to this empire, and restore the glory of the past? "
Then, do you know what the price is?
Poor people who want to become a part of …
Junia woke up with a start and saw Lurunaka sitting next to her, looking at her with a smile.
"Good evening, disabled person."