Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 1195: Area beneath the walls

Be it Hong Xiang or Mo Ye who gave the commands on the walls, they didn’t have a good feeling.

Saint Light Hall sieged and even damaged the walls. Some of their methods caught them off guard.

But they didn’t panic. They knew everyone was going all out, and the final victor was the more relentless person.

Saint Light Hall didn’t have a way back while Posthumous People were fighting with their backs against the wall. It was obvious which side risked everything.

No one doubted the enemy was strong, but they knew they were tougher.

As the Imperial City was their Saint City, the god hall of their hearts, they didn’t allow anyone to defile it. So, they would risk their lives to protect it. Unless this space collapsed, if not, even if they headed to Earth, this would still be the roots of their heart.

But this faith shook when the Saint Father arrived.

The pressure that the level nine expert applied was unimaginable. It affected their morale. Now that they used these few strategies, that solemness expanded. Even the commanders felt bad, much less the ordinary soldiers.

The defensive weapons being in a mess was the best proof.

“We can’t let them succeed! No!” A voice rang. Everyone saw a level seven race leader shouting. His eyes were red. He looked at the spears that continued to damage the alliance army and at his group’s morale reducing. He was furious.
“So what if he is level nine? Did they just have a level nine expert? Did their level nine experts attack us in the past? They did! But did they succeed? No! They had never won us! So what are you afraid of?”

He was screaming. He jumped on the walls and said to the Posthumous people. Only his voice rang on the walls.

“Many of us will die today, but so will our enemies. I believe we will still be alive when our enemies are finished! When they all die, their Saint Father will also die!”

Energy streams exploded around him to block those ranged attacks. However, some hit his body, causing blood to flow.

“I don’t know what those chains are, but I can sense the walls shaking. The flames caused the walls to weaken. If not for our friends from Earth, it would have already collapsed.”

That race leader smacked his chest, “Our Earth friends have done enough for us. Many of them will die in this foreign land. They helped us again and will help us more in the future. Now, it is our time to do more for them!”

“Kids, who are willing to follow me and slice these chains? Then, follow me!”

He shouted those words with his loudest voice and jumped off the walls. The silver Moon Edge sliced as he landed. The blade light covered a big region before hitting the chain closest to him.

The warriors looked down, and even the Saint Light Hall warriors were shocked. They had never seen someone so fearless.

Not to mention whether the jump would kill you. Even if you had a skill that allowed you to fly or glide, this was a siege. The area outside the walls belonged to Saint Light Hall. If he jumped, he would still get killed even if he didn’t fall to his death.

This was sure death!

Many people didn’t think he was a fool. Instead, his actions were glorious.

Even if both sides were enemies, warriors who saw what he did were filled with respect toward this race leader.

Not everyone could give up their lives when needed.

There are many legends and songs in the annals of history. However, the number was small in each era, and one would have to personally experience them. Very few people were lucky enough. ŘÄ

This might be the start of such a story but no one realised.

There was a clang as the blade and chains clashed. But the outcome many expected didn’t happen.

This level seven race leader and a silver blade didn’t break the chain.

Many people exclaimed as they didn’t expect it.

Only the Saint Light Hall leaders who understood what the chains were muttered that the person was too naive.

This race leader was equally surprised. He used the momentum to bounce off with his legs and slice again.

There was a second metallic clang, and he slashed again.

This time, there were sparks.

But… It still didn’t break.

Many Posthumous People warriors found it unbelievable. Even if he used a blunt blade, a level seven warrior should be able to break a chain with two slices.

Many sharp people realised that although the chain didn’t break, it was only connected by a sliver. If you sliced it again, it would break. You might not even need to slice; once the Coolie Beasts used some strength, it would break on its own.

Saint Light Hall naturally wouldn’t let that happen. Whether the walls collapsed or not had a direct connection with the warʼs outcome. These chains were key.