Julius wakes up in his sleep with a cold sweat on his back. His hazy eyes gradually saw his surroundings clearly, and saw soldiers in different protective gear, just like him, leaning against the edge of the city wall and falling asleep. Everyone had some wounds on their bodies, but that didn't get in the way of fighting. And those who were so badly wounded that they were incapacitated, or even left with the end of death, have been sent to the camp where the wounded are placed...... In fact, it's just waiting for death malice.

The cold wind in the middle of the night made people shiver, although for Julius it didn't make him feel anything.

When some monks saw the camp for the wounded, they cried out in horror and despair, "This is hell."

Hell for Julius, it wasn't hell, it was just a living cemetery. The real hell is here, on this great wall, at the gates of the great wall, under the great wall.

No one woke up, everyone fell asleep as if they were half dead. The fatigue of continuous battles, as well as the pain of fighting, have made these soldiers, or those who were not soldiers before, lose their vitality. But this was only one night, only the sixth night......

Julius stood up, and no one around him paid any attention to him. Except for the soldiers on guard, there was no one here who had the energy to care about anyone else. Although he was also covered in blood, most of it was the blood of the enemy, although it would also be mixed with his own. Beneath the disgraced exterior is a body with no injuries at all, only scars, some of which have been left recently, some of which have been left before, and even more that have been left today.

There were no wounds on his body, and every non-fatal or fatal wound healed in a very short time. At a time like this, no one cares about his anomaly, only sees him as a brave and reliable warrior. Even if the boy was once just a beggar who made a living picking up garbage in King's Castle.

There was no one around, no one he knew. While Romeona was in the camp where the wounded were treating and praying for the seriously wounded, Pasta went to the town on the other side of the castle, and Olga stayed in the church...... For the aging old man, such a place was no longer suitable for him.

Now, there was silence outside the walls, and Julius stood up, facing the outside. Out there, darkness isn't everything. Stars in the sky, moon with notches...... Also, the "flames" on the ground.

The flames joined together and covered the dark earth...... It was a fire that belonged to the tent, and there were countless huge bonfires. The flames of the patrol came from the knight's waist, and the towering siege towers were dotted with a little bit of fire, shining like stars.

Outside, of course, it is not the wildfires that grow naturally in the wasteland, but the flames that belong to human beings, to the army, and to a country...... A strong country.

And that mighty nation, the Crescent Empire, their army, thousands with no end in sight, came to the great walls of the King's Castle. The Great Wall has not been destroyed and will not be easily destroyed...... But the people who came to challenge the giant wall came with a huge wave, and this huge wave, by the soldiers. Cavalry, battering rams, siege towers, and trebuchets covered the entire plain outside the city, and they could be seen in the towns across the bay.

His eyes swept over it all, and Julius felt as if he was still living in a dream. But everything in front of you is real.

It's been seven days since the Crescent Empire's battering ram first hit the iron-cast gate. It is said that it took the Creator seven days to create this world, and the last day was given to the believers on the earth to rest, but now the Creator has not given the life on this earth a respite - whether it is a defender or an invader.

In the darkness, the gods of light did not seem to hear the prayers of the believers in the church, and on the crescent moon, there seemed to be no protection—their gods did not let them take down the great wall. Many people, whether they were King's Castle or Crescent, died under the walls.

Julius walked past the resting soldiers, trying to find someone. That person should be nearby, she's always been seen in the places where the dead have died the most lately. And today, it is Julius who has lost the most wreckage, and he is probably the one who has taken the most lives.

Eventually, he found her on a watchtower somewhere.

Lulunaka sat on a raised rock mound, where archers may have shot arrows below, but no more. In front of her was a half-ruined siege tower, a gathering place that had been burned to soot, and no stupid creature would try to climb up from under the siege tower - it was just a fragile wreckage, and no one would risk the slightest possibility of climbing the walls.

Julius remembered that the siege towers had been destroyed by magic. The comparison between the King's Fort and the Crescent Moon is the difference between the worm and the dragon, but even the worm has the power to struggle a little - the mage in the city is responsible for destroying these siege machines that may break through the giant wall, even if it costs more.

Lulunaka sat there, looking at the siege tower, with a bell in her hand. The bell had no special shape or marking, it was just a very ordinary rattle, but in Lulunaka's hands, the flickering bell seemed to soothe people's hearts. The strings of bells, attracting something, gathered around Lulunaka. Lulunaka rang the bell rhythmically, humming a gentle tune in her mouth.

Julius knew what she was doing, she was requieming. It was part of the truth about Lulunaka that he had known for a long time, but that was about it, even now that he knew Lulunaka better.

"What's the matter? Great Guardian. Lulunaka didn't turn her head, knowing that Julius was behind her.

"You see, a lot of people are dead. Julius said to Lulunaka, "Both the King's Castle and the Crescent are dead, and they don't mean anything. ”

Whether it is the Crescent Moon Empire that is besieging and invading, or the King's Fort defending the city, in the past few days alone, it has been able to pile up hills.

"This is just the beginning, boy. Lulunaka stood up and faced Julius, "It's only the seventh day, and it's far from being too much for each other...... But one thing is for sure, the first to fall will be the King's Castle. ”

"Is this what you want to see? see everything destroyed!" Julius couldn't hold back any longer, and yelled at Lulunaka, "Do these people deserve to die like this!"

In the face of Julius's roar, Lulunaka was calm, and even lost her smile, "Do you want me to change all this? Let the walls become indestructible to even dragons, let the armies outside rout, let the commander die suddenly, or even let your best friend, now the Crescent Emperor, die at my assassination?" Looking at Julius who was stunned, Lulunaka continued, her arms open, as if she was hugging something, as if embracing everything, "Or, I'll make the King's Castle better?" Let the corrupt things be cut away, and let more virtuous people run this kingdom that has not many left, so that everyone can be free of food and clothing, full of spirits, and give everything to this empire to restore its former glory?"

So, do you know what the price is?

Want to be ...... Poor man of the parts.

Junia woke up and saw Lulunaka sitting next to her, smiling at her.

"Good evening, disabled. ”