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Doomsday Roulette

Chapter 1204: Unexpected Visitor 👤

Published: February 11, 2025

Three days of falling sand have passed since the last battle, and both sides have returned to the previous standoff.

The city walls of the posthumous child side are beyond repair. Although the battle lasted just over half a day, after the enemy breached the city, the beasts of burden outside continued to pull the remaining iron chains, causing two more segments of the city wall to collapse.

Now, within the Royal City, there are no materials left to mend these massive breaches. The ruins are temporarily piled up, while buildings within the Royal City are being dismantled to fill the gaps, hoping it will hold for a while longer.

But everyone knows that such a wall cannot withstand a well-trained evolver army.

The battle three days of falling sand ago ended in victory for the posthumous child. During that fight, the Temple of Dawn lost more than half of its soldiers within the Royal City, with the number in six figures making the cleanup of the corpses still incomplete.

The posthumous child side also suffered significant losses. Despite winning, they were at a disadvantage for most of the time, except for the last moment. Even with various support devices, they paid a heavy price, losing nearly half of their elite warriors, resulting in a sharp decrease in the number of fighters remaining in the Royal City.

Fortunately, there is the vast support from Earth. The injured warriors were sent back to Earth to recuperate, and after recovering, they can replenish some of their forces.

In such warfare, sacrifices do not discriminate by evolution level; both sides have numerous mid to high-ranking commanders and clan leaders who died in battle, resulting in heavy losses on both sides, severing countless legacies.

It can be said that if it weren't for the involvement of the race war, at this stage, both sides would have immediately ended the conflict.

Because if they continued, they would truly run out of strength.

Yet both sides understand that things will not simply be settled.

The posthumous child won, but both the king zun and core members of Cloud Summit anxiously await one matter: whether the Holy Father, struck by divine punishment and ultimately falling outside the city, is dead or not.

If he is dead, then everything is over. Even if the battle continues, the Temple of Dawn can only exhaust its remaining forces at the foot of the city, leaving behind the elderly, weak, and women.

But...

Everyone is almost certain that the Holy Father is not dead; otherwise, the other side wouldn't be so calm.

If that old guy is not dead, what will happen when they attack the Royal City again?

The Sacred Pool has been destroyed. The Current Guardian of the Sacred Pool, who has become silent and immersed in grief, revealed that the Holy Root still exists, but there is no holy water left.

At the already destroyed Sacred Pool's mountain belly, warriors and logistics personnel continue to kneel and worship every moment. Even atop the city walls, faint cries can be heard.

But no one mocks it, because that is the spiritual symbol of the posthumous child.

Ye Zhongming remains unconscious, and everyone dares not move him, as he has entered an evolved state, fearing an accident. In the absence of divine punishment, he has become the last hope of the posthumous child in resisting the Holy Father.

"I wonder when this smell will dissipate." Hongxiang's voice was somewhat weak. He had been injured in the previous battle; although he received priority treatment from Park Soo-young, with so many wounded to count, he couldn't consume too much of her energy, so he could only endure the aching wound while doing what he must.

Only during his leisure time does he vent his frustrations with Little Tiger, Guangyao, and others who have shared life and death experiences.

Little Tiger lay on the arrow tower of the city wall, using one eye to look at the dark sky. Most of the lights above the Royal City had been extinguished, with only a few stubbornly still burning.

The light of the torches reflected slightly red on his face, and Little Tiger looked enviously at the Temple of Dawn's camp, which was much brighter since they opened the mountain belly.