2706: This Isn't Despair (1)

This Isn't Despair (1)

During the conversation, the sound of artillery fire inside and outside Sun Never Sets continued. The artilleries on the city walls did not stop for a moment to launch a large-scale bombardment on the devil army outside the city. The devil army was also continuously attacking the Sun Never Sets' defensive shield.1

The sounds of artillery fire shook the sky and the loud explosions did not allow the entire Sun Never Sets to have a moment of peace.

The alliance army, who were resting in the city, seized the opportunity to rest. The artillery fire in their ears constantly reminded them that the war was not over.

When they were thirsty, they would take two mouthfuls of water. When they were hungry, they would stuff some food into their mouths. When they were tired, they would sit on the ground and lean against a wall to take a short nap. Their bodies and minds were exhausted to the extreme. Most of them were physically overdrawn, and their battle aura and magic were almost exhausted. They had never felt so tired before.

However, they did not dare to sleep too soundly. They did not take off their military uniforms or put down their weapons. They slept lightly, but they were constantly on guard.

The next battle could start at any time. They could not sleep too soundly.

Exhausted soldiers went to sleep quietly, and the busy logistics personnel carefully lightened their steps. Their footsteps were almost inaudible under the sound of artillery fire, but they still subconsciously lightened their footsteps, fearing that it would bring a trace of disturbance to these tired soldiers.

For their safety, these soldiers fought a bloody battle outside the city and obtained a short period of rest, but they could not find a soft bed to sleep on.

For those who could not participate in the battle, their hearts were filled with guilt and heartache as they looked at the soldiers sleeping by the pavilion.

They silently prayed that the next battle would come later so that the soldiers could rest for a while more.

The underground city was filled with the pungent smell of blood and painful groans echoed in the city. The busy figures of logisticians shuttled back and forth. The ground was covered with blood-stained bandages and empty bottles of potions were piled up in the corner.

On the ground was the Asura Battlefield, and the underground city was indeed hell. Death could happen at any time. Many of the wounded who were carried down from the battlefield were struggling in pain. Many of the wounded died soundlessly due to their severe injuries. Under the cover of the resurrection array, they woke up very soon. Their newly resurrected bodies were energetic under the power of the Undead race. They quietly got up and gave more space to their comrades who needed more rest while they silently walked to the support staff and followed them to take care of the wounded.

Perhaps it was due to the effect of the resurrection array, but the sadness of death did not spread throughout Sun Never Sets. Looking at their brothers who had just died standing up as undeads again, the soldiers were happier than sad.

The difference between races had long disappeared here. They fought side by side with undeads, demons, and magic beasts. Whether their brothers were resurrected as humans or undeads, they would always be comrades and brothers who they would share trials and tribulations with. As long as their brothers were still alive, it was the greatest kindness for them.

The resurrected soldiers took over the work of the Herbalists, who were summoned back to the Herbalist Guild by Ye Qing.

During the war, the huge consumption of potions had reached a terrifying number. They did not know how long the war would last and how long the potions they had stockpiled could last.

They could only concentrate their efforts to create more potions in the shortest time possible.

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