Kapitel 359: Is This How You Open the City Gates?
The final battle began slowly during the season when flowers bloomed and spring came to life.
On the vast battlefield, two massive armies stood in tense confrontation.
Flags blocked out the sun, and spears formed a dense forest. Under the sonorous sound of horns and drums, the two enormous forces began to move, adjusting their formations. Finally, at the highest commander's order, they surged forward like tides, crashing into each other violently, sending waves of blood and chaos.
Blood splattered, and limbs flew.
The clash of steel echoed sharply, and the sound of blades cutting through flesh made one's teeth ache. Blood mixed with severed limbs and heads flew into the sky, along with sprays of brain matter. The earth was dyed dark red almost instantly, shrouded in a mist of blood that seemed never-ending.
Cannons roared, horses' hooves thundered, and the shouts of battle mixed with agonized screams, creating a scene akin to hell itself, devouring lives relentlessly.
The battle between the Imperial Guard and the Empire's army had begun.
The brutal fighting had only just begun.
Not long after Kaguya and Sayo's intimate moment, the Empire's army launched a sudden attack on the western front of the Imperial Guard. In the tense atmosphere where swords were drawn and bows bent, the war finally erupted.
This left Kaguya quite annoyed. She had been pulled from her bed by an utterly displeased Kurome, and Kaguya even suspected that the little minx was taking advantage of the situation. After all, with her sister's constant interference, Kaguya hadn't had many opportunities lately, and her willpower, not exactly ironclad, had given in to Sayo's allure.
The sudden outbreak of war left Kaguya in a foul mood, especially as she had no outlet for her growing frustration.
For some reason, Kaguya had been feeling unusually lustful lately, to the point where even Sayo was struggling to keep up.
Could it be the influence of the Dragon Veins chakra?
Kaguya didn't know.
Now, she only wanted to end the war quickly.
However, Kaguya didn't plan to step onto the battlefield herself. For one thing, the armies were too closely engaged. If she unleashed a large-scale ninjutsu, it might wipe out both sides, including her own soldiers, which would be quite awkward.
Besides, the person she had been waiting for hadn't appeared on the battlefield.
Of course, the person she was waiting for wasn't the fat pig Prime Minister Honest but General Esdeath, the true backbone of the Empire's army. Once she defeated Esdeath, the Imperial army would be finished.
The Imperial Capital had already entered a state of martial law. No one was allowed to leave their homes. Even if they starved inside, they couldn't step onto the streets. Anyone who violated this rule would be executed as a spy. Soldiers patrolled every corner of the city, stationed at every ten steps with guards posted every five. Under such tight control, the guards acted with impunity, sentencing anyone who disobeyed them as traitors and executing them on the spot. The sounds of doors being broken down and the wails of the dying echoed throughout the streets, casting a shroud of terror over the entire capital.
However, at that moment, a silver-haired girl appeared before the city gates, walking toward them slowly.
"Halt! Who are you?" one of the guards shouted, brandishing his spear at the silver-haired girl.
"Oh, nothing much. I just want to go home. I'd appreciate it if you could let me through," the girl's soft voice was clear yet gentle, with a faint sweetness, like the sound of flowing water.
The guards, who had been about to bark orders at her, froze upon seeing her breathtakingly beautiful face. They stared at her, some even drooling.
"I'd appreciate it if you let me through," the silver-haired girl repeated, frowning slightly at their lecherous gazes.
Startled from their daze by her words, the guards exchanged glances, smirking knowingly before turning back to her, their eyes filled with lust.
"Heh, little girl," one of the guards, a burly man with a hideous scar across his face, sneered as he approached her. "Where's your home?"
"My home is in the capital," the silver-haired girl pointed toward the city.
"Oh, is that so?" the scarred man grinned wickedly. "Want me to take you there? Don't worry, I know the place inside out."
At this, several other guards joined him, one of them a skinny man with a rat-like face, snickering. "Yeah, we know every inch of the capital. We can take you anywhere you want."
"Really?" the girl smiled innocently, her beautiful eyes twinkling like crescent moons.
Seeing her sweet smile, the guards momentarily lost themselves, their faces twisted into disgusting, lecherous grins.
The scarred man was the first to snap out of it, feeling as though there were claws scratching at his heart. His eyes locked onto the silver-haired girl, filled with lust as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Unable to hold back any longer, he took large strides toward her, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "Come on, girl, let Uncle take you inside the city," he said, unable to suppress his desire any longer as he reached out to grab her.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion echoed across the sky, sending shockwaves and gusts of wind roaring outward. Shattered stone and wooden debris flew in all directions, dust and smoke billowing thickly.
The scarred man was nearly blown away by the blast, barely managing to keep his footing, while the other guards weren't so lucky. They were sent flying, crashing hard onto the ground, coughing blood, their bones shattered as they clutched their wounds, screaming in agony.
The scarred man turned around, his eyes widening in horror.
The towering city gates, along with the massive walls, had been reduced to rubble, leaving only ruins and broken stone where the majestic structure once stood.
"Is this how you open the gate?"
A soft, melodic voice sounded from behind him.
The scarred man trembled, turning slowly to find the silver-haired girl lowering her pale arm, a breathtaking smile on her flawless face. His heart raced as cold sweat began to drip from his brow.
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