Chapter 44: Faith Surging

"Bingcheng was broken just like that? Are they that weak?" On the way to the new underground city, Lord Nai Ge, projecting on the small Huang Tong Dragon, asked curiously.

Feilin didn't know what the origin of this small brass zombie dragon was, but it was the mount of Lord Watcher, so its origin shouldn't be small, so he answered carefully:

"Too sudden, too professional. Their siege methods hadn't been seen before. Demon Valley once attacked Bingcheng, all using large symbiotic demon beasts to throw stones, but the stones couldn't be thrown far, and were shot to death by city defense crossbows after a few throws. But these enemies took less than fifteen minutes from appearance to breaking the city gate. The city gate didn't even have a chance to be blocked with sandbags."

There was nothing to say about this. Even the best defense needed people to execute it. If people couldn't even react, talking about how to deal with it was redundant.

It was mainly because they were weak. If they had experienced many battles, how could they allow space for teleportation to exist in front of the city gate?

It was very easy to deal with this kind of teleportation. Pile up debris, make the ground uneven, and teleportation would be interfered with by matter. Whether it hit the debris or merged with the debris, it was fatal.

However, Bingcheng, which hadn't experienced regular siege battles for over a thousand years, couldn't be expected to have experience.

"So what's the situation now?" Lord Nai Ge asked.

"Thanks to the underground tunnels and the Wind of Rest, most people escaped. Our underground city temporarily took them in, but their numbers are too large, and the grain is not enough," Feilin said worriedly.

Bingcheng was a city dominated by humans, with a population scale much larger than the Lich City, reaching fifty or sixty thousand people.

There were only one hundred Saint Blade soldiers teleported over. Breaking the city was easy, but controlling it was very difficult. Bingcheng was a semi-underground city, built on a cliff face, with tunnels extending in all directions inside, and tunnels specifically built to various planting areas. The Saint Blade soldiers couldn't block them at all.

In fact, after the Saint Blade soldiers broke the city gate, they immediately discovered this problem. The cursing of that red-cloaked Holy Knight was heard by many people: "Ask Lionard your ancestors, you only sent thirty people for this kind of terrain? I can control your ancestors' grave!"

"Didn't it say over a hundred people? Why did he say thirty?" Lord Nai Ge immediately discovered the problem.

"They seem to have split into two factions. Those heavy-armored shield soldiers, priests, and Holy Knights are one faction, and the other seventy soldiers are another faction. When the red-cloaked Holy Knight cursed, those soldiers also clamored, almost having an internal strife," Feilin said.

Lord Nai Ge was silent for a while and sighed: "They can break the city like this, these enemies are too professional. Don't confront them head-on, use the terrain more. The only worry now is that they will come to burn our planting areas. Then there's no need to fight. As long as they have grain, all living people will tie their hands and go back to surrender."

Ang, who was flying in front, suddenly stopped, his hollow eye sockets moving to Feilin.

Feilin immediately felt a dangerous feeling, hurriedly waving his hand and saying: "Not me, not me, it's fearing they will burn."

Ang then turned his head away.

The new area of the underground city was a huge underground space, far from the main city, with its own independent entrance and exit, connected to the main city by tunnels. In fact, it could be considered another underground city.

Previously, some reclusive residents moved here, the number was very small, probably like a remote mountain area with a dozen households.

The refugees who escaped from Bingcheng were all arranged here by Feilin, reaching ten thousand people. In the next few days, more refugees would escape here, and the total number would likely reach six times that of the Lich City.

The Lich City added up to only five thousand living people, and the grain planted was also based on this base of five thousand people. However, it wasn't enough, and they had to buy grain from Ang to help. Now that over ten thousand people, or even thirty thousand people, had poured in, the little grain Feilin had at the bottom of the box would soon be eaten up.

Since yesterday, people had been escaping here one after another, so since yesterday, Feilin had already received these people for several meals. There was really no way, so he thought of buying grain on credit from Ang. Perhaps there was no need to buy on credit. These refugees who were wailing with hunger should be very willing to exchange their faith for Ang's salvation.

Seeing Ang's arrival, Miss Lisha hurriedly greeted: "Come over, come over, children, all come over, Uncle Bone will see a doctor for you. My lord, can you please help them treat? I can't hold on anymore."

Many injured children either braced themselves or were held by their parents and relatives, slowly leaning over, looking at Ang with some fear.

Unlike the Lich underground city, Bingcheng was a place dominated by humans. Life races like Tauren, cave dwellers, etc., could occasionally be seen, but skeletons were rare. For strange things, many people were instinctively afraid. If it wasn't for the beautiful Auntie Miss Lisha greeting them, these children wouldn't lean toward this side.

Ang tilted his head, looking at the children in front of him, a bit hesitant. He didn't know healing magic. The only one with healing effect was Miss Lisha's Cleansing Spell. Because Miss Lisha borrowed his power, he knew what Miss Lisha used.

Forget it, just use this. Although the effect wasn't very good.

Ang opened his palm toward the children around, and one bright large light ball after another was released from his hand, falling on these children.

The Cleansing Spell was modified by Miss Lisha, with dual effects of purification and beauty. Since it was beauty, repairing small wounds was just incidental.

And Ang's Purification Spell was upgraded. One spell was equal to four, and originally it needed sixty Purification Spells, but now it was full after absorbing only eighteen times, but the total amount reached the amount of seventy spells before, which showed that the angel skeleton's capacity for energy had improved.

However, at this time, the Holy Knights stopped.

Children who were gathered around nearby would never forget this scene for the rest of their lives. A skeleton holding light in its hand, wherever it passed, the blood stains, dirt, and wounds on everyone disappeared to the naked eye, as if it was light, purifying the filth and pain.

The children's eyes were filled with light, revealing shock and adoration. At this moment, Ang's terrifying appearance was no longer frightening; instead, it held a sense of mystery.

Every child with worship light in their eyes had soul flames surging out of their bodies, rushing toward Ang.

There were too many soul flames, and Ang didn't care, leading them into the leather ornament bracelet. He vaguely felt that the leather ornament bracelet was a bit hot, but Ang's hand couldn't perceive temperature, so he could only rely on his soul to perceive. If he wasn't careful, he would ignore it.

Holy light was flashing continuously, and the attention of the rest of the people was also attracted to this direction. After treating the children, Ang started transferring grain. He waved his hand, and bag after bag of grain kept appearing in front of him.

One bag of grain was twenty jin. Calculating at one jin per person, ten thousand people's grain would be ten thousand jin. How many bags was that?

Ang couldn't calculate it clearly, looked up and wanted to ask Lord Nai Ge. Looking up, he was startled. Only seeing the sky-covering, almost everyone offered one to two soul flames, surging toward Ang like a mountain torrent. Everyone's eyes were flashing with excitement—there was food to eat.

There was food to eat. In the time of broken homes and displacement, having food to eat was the only faith of these people.

Ang was frightened by this surging soul flame and didn't dare to receive it himself at all, directly leading them into the leather ornament bracelet. The bracelet lit up, and the runes lit up one after another. ===== CHAPTER 45 =====