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Chapter 56 - 56 55 City Break _1

56: Chapter 55, City Break _1 56: Chapter 55, City Break _1 The military meeting came to an end, and the relationships among the nobles of the Fifth Army had significantly improved.

The words of Earl Piers shattered everyone’s illusions.

Facing the colossal enemy that was the clergy, everyone now stood together like grasshoppers on a string.

The military alliance, which had been on the verge of collapse due to the distribution of benefits, was once again solidified at this moment.

Wanting not to die in a confusing manner, it was necessary to keep each other’s backs.

Even if the clergy wanted vengeance, they couldn’t do it overtly, they could only resort to small actions behind the scenes.

For example, the next rebellion of the cult might originate from the territory of some unfortunate fellow.

Waiting for the kingdom’s reinforcements were clearly untrustworthy.

With the examples of the nobles from Leyton and Wharton, nobody believed that Earl Piers would change his ways afterwards.

Just as they were about to discuss the matter of mutual vigilance, having deepened their comradeship, Hudson suddenly discovered that the energy within the Mysterious Compass was continuously draining, so he hurriedly made an excuse and left.

The Mysterious Compass was his lifeline.

Although only the simplest functions were developed, they had brought him immense benefits.

Pretending to be a magician, impersonating the Divine Archer, increasing the speed of cultivation, enhancing physical fitness, any of these were of great significance to Hudson.

After checking everything inside and outside, without finding any anomalies, Hudson finally focused his suspicious gaze on the sleeping bear cub.

It was said that when a contract was signed with a high-level magical beast, there was a certain probability of sharing its talents if it highly recognized you.

It would not be impossible to share the energy in the compass if the cultivation talents could be shared.

He was about to wake the bear cub when reason told Hudson that disturbing a bear’s dream could be quite rude.

Belsden was no nice-tempered bear.

If Uncle Bear was aggravated, getting beaten up would not be worth it.

With his fists not being tough enough, Hudson really didn’t have the confidence to teach the bear manners, so he could only appease Uncle Bear for now.

After some hesitation, Hudson commanded his guards, “Bring a basin of beast milk, remember to add honey, and prepare some common food.”

There was nothing that a bowl of beast milk couldn’t solve.

If there was, then just add some more honey.

As for the other food, the Earth Bears, being omnivores, weren’t picky about food, they just wanted enough to fill their stomachs.

Of course, there were complaints, but Hudson chose to ignore them.

From the information gleaned in conversation, Hudson concluded that Belsden had a pair of unreliable parents and had hardly ever had a good meal at home.

Having a meal of magical beast meat every time was true, but only if the bear mother went out hunting.

The bear father appeared once every few months, driving away top predators that posed a threat, occasionally bringing some food was regarded as fulfilling his parental responsibilities.

Unfortunately, the bear mother wasn’t a diligent bear, only going out hunting every ten days or half a month, and this was to take care of the bear cub.

Otherwise, according to the habits of adult Earth Bears, they would only eat once every half a year or so.

As favored animals of the Earth, they could lay on the ground and absorb energy to sustain their lives, and they didn’t require much food.

However, the cub wasn’t capable of this.

During their growth period, they needed to supplement a large amount of energy, and purely absorbing energy from nature was clearly not enough.

The unfortunate bear cub had been leading a life of feast and famine since it was born.

Hudson strongly suspected that the fact that the Earth Bears had become omnivores was caused by their unreliable parents.

“Is it mealtime?”

Belsden rubbed his bear eyes, asking somewhat uncertainly.

He distinctly remembered sleeping for just a short while after eating.

Despite his doubts, the bear cub had never been able to resist food.

Without waiting for Hudson’s answer, he started to eat on his own, and didn’t forget to complain to Hudson through spiritual power while eating that the food lacked nutrition.

Sure enough, the moment the bear cub woke up, the speed at which the Compass’s energy was being drained immediately slowed down.

Having figured out the problem and determined that it wasn’t the Compass malfunctioning, Hudson’s tense nerves finally relaxed.

Looking at the bear cub who was enjoying its meal, Hudson asked, “Belsden, was your cultivation speed just now much faster than usual?”

While chewing on the food in his paw, the young bear rubbed his head and said, “It seems much faster, I told you, I’m a genius.

I’m destined to be the strongest of my Earth Bear Tribe, you must guarantee my…”

Rolling his eyes at the self-obsessed bear child, Hudson quickly left the tent.

Experience had taught him that if he hung around, Belsden would start fussing over food issues again.

It seemed that in the bear child’s world, there was nothing better than eating and sleeping.

…

The break of dawn marked the start of the fierce siege.

As part of the reserve team, Hudson had the honor of merely spectating.

Looking at the embarrassingly rudimentary siege weapons, then at the charging soldiers led by the knights, Hudson suspected foul play was afoot.

The only indication of technology on the entire battlefield was the Magic Formation at the center.

Perhaps due to support from the kingdom, the squad of mages had significantly increased in both quantity and quality.

At this moment, a team of mages was busy in the Magic Formation, as if preparing some mega spell.

Hudson’s intuition told him this was the key to the siege.

The continuously charging soldiers were mainly to prevent the Rebel Army from disrupting the spellcasting.

As a perfect spectator, Hudson had no intention of offering advice.

As long as he wasn’t used as cannon fodder, other matters were negotiable.

Suddenly a thunderous blast sounded, and the earth appeared to split apart.

A massive pit erupted beneath the city wall, swallowing almost a hundred-meter stretch of the wall.

This spectacle left Hudson’s head buzzing.

Such was the power of magic, no wonder it enticed countless people.

Without waiting for an order from Earl Piers, the Nobles’ Allied Forces poured into the city through the breach, competing for the honor of being the first to penetrate the fortress.

…

With the resounding explosion, chaos ensued within Dardiel City.

Aware of the breach, the Skeleton Holy Master promptly ordered, “Iman, you take the lead and hold off the enemy.

Don’t hesitate to use the Blood Moon Horn.

The rest of you, follow me to the altar and start the sacrifice now.

The crowd within the city is only a disorderly mob.

Minus the protective city wall, they won’t be able to hold on for long, even with the Blood Moon Horn.”

“Yes, Holy Master!”

…

In this crucial moment, the Skeleton Society’s high-ranking officials uncharacteristically united.

Regardless of the outcome, they had to put up a fight.

The boys and girls who were bound and sent to the altar for their destiny’s judgment were currently dissolved in tears.

Cruel reality taught them there was no such thing as a free lunch.

The preferential treatment and priority grooming previously promised by the Skeleton Society were nothing but preparations for a grand harvest.

As their wrists were slashed and blood dripped into the blood gutter, slowly filling up a large vat, a sinister aura took shape.

Currently, the High Priest, the chief sacrificer of this occasion, ascended the altar shaking, aging a decade.

Unlike other sacrifices, the Centennial Sacrifice was the most critical and dangerous for the Skeleton Society.

The ultimate decision lay with the Lord of Skeletons; whether in a bad mood or extremely good mood, he often devoured a few devout followers along with the offerings at whim.

The sacrificers, who were closest to the Lord of Skeletons, were inarguably most at risk.

According to past experiences, the survival rate was less than one-third.

“Great Lord of Skeletons, your most devout believers have prepared the offerings and await your desc…”

Before he could finish, gusty cold winds started blowing around the altar.

A dark cloud suddenly appeared overhead and rapidly expanded in all directions.

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