Twilight Boundary-Chapter 837 - 811: The City Altar

After the Food Protection Army's great victory, evening was falling, and they decided to camp temporarily. According to the iron laws of the battlefield, after resting for a day, they would attack the city in one go.

There were also many tasks such as persuading surrender, probing, and figuring out the surrounding situation that needed to be done. It was unheard of for an army to attack a city without even catching a breath.

But the Food Protection Army decided to do just that.

From Hu Ma's location, looking at the battlefield below, he saw that taking advantage of the night, a swath of torches suddenly lit up among the pitch-black military camp below. The next moment, he saw the surging Food Protection Army shouting in unison, advancing toward Huzhou Prefecture.

Meanwhile, within the current Huzhou Prefecture, in the city center, a large circle of burning fire pits was already lit, illuminating the dais in the center with gleaming brightness. All around were men wearing red bellybands, holding steel knives.

And on the dais, there was a man heavily powdered, with a big beard, wearing a bright green robe. It was the Niang'er Sect Leader, Deng Qi, shouting sharply and angrily:

"That King of Mingzhou is truly disrespectful. He hails from the jianghu himself but cannot tolerate our Niang'er Sect, and he let his army destroy our main altar within a day, killing all our disciples."

"Today, it's time to avenge our disciples and make a great achievement for Lord Jiao. Bring them up!"

"..."

All around was a line of women and children tied up tightly, as far as the eye could see. There were so many sacrifices that even the remaining disciples of Niang'er Sect were not enough, so they needed the Huzhou soldiers to help escort and watch.

Seeing them being brought to the altar, they all cried incessantly, and the disciples of Niang'er Sect beside them went up to scold them, making the place chaotic.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Deng Qi shouted, "To use this Taoist Skill, we need to kill the King of Mingzhou. Now that he's on the rise, we can't have a shortage of sacrifices. The more sacrifices, the fiercer our blade."

"Capture everyone, bring them all to the sacrificial altar."

"Don't feel sorry. After we kill the King of Mingzhou and seize the rich land of Mingzhou, there will be no shortage of women."

"Of course, if you join our Niang'er Sect, learn our skills, and understand the mystery of the growth of all things and the transformation of nature and humans, you won't be concerned with these trivial matters of men and women..."

"..."

With such shouts, the city became even more chaotic. Many people were captured, and even the soldiers watching them felt reluctant, but the usual ferocity of Lord Jiao and the strangeness of Niang'er Sect suppressed them, making them afraid to say anything.

But just as these women and children were about to be pressed onto the altar for bloodletting, drums could faintly be heard outside the city, rumbling and startling everyone. Immediately, torches were lit on the city wall, and the sound of gongs resounded non-stop. Everyone only heard loud shouts:

"It's bad, the Food Protection Army is attacking the city..."

"..."

Faces paled, and people fled in panic, even the people of Niang'er Sect were greatly shocked.

Many of the soldiers escorting the women and children seized the opportunity to release them, claiming they had to face the enemy, urging them to flee quickly.

At this time, the Food Protection Army had already reached the city walls. Arrows flew like locusts, and shouts soared as hot oil, stones, and logs were hurled down from the city wall, while the Food Protection Army erected ladders and lifted sturdy battering logs, fiercely crashing against the city gate.

The Food Protection Army grew stronger and fiercer as the attack progressed, while within Huzhou Prefecture, shadows scrambled around in chaos, with some taking advantage of the disorder to shed their armor and hide under beds in straw huts.

Outside the city, under the flickering torchlight of the approaching Food Protection Army, red lanterns emerged in the black night, casting a red hue on the iron armor, bringing a chilling, overwhelming murderous aura closer.

The Huzhou soldiers guarding the city walls had received orders to defend to the death, but their hearts grew cold with fear.

At this moment, a black banner with the word "Jiao" suddenly rose within Huzhou Prefecture, fluttering wildly as winds came from all directions, converging into a tornado that blew upward into the heavens.

"Crash!"

An unexpected downpour instantly descended on the charging Food Protection Army, with raindrops as big as fists, caught in the raging storm.

Inside and outside the city, countless soldiers were soaked like drowned rats, especially the Food Protection Army soldiers attacking outside the city. Although their battle formation was more imposing than Huzhou Prefecture's, as attackers facing defenders, coupled with this storm, the struggle became even harder.

"This rain is very strange!!"

In the Food Protection Army camp, the Think Tank Iron Mouth wiped the rain off his face and tasted it with the tip of his tongue, sneering: "This rain has a fishy smell, it must be that Old Flood Dragon in the city casting magic!"

People around him were already anxious: "With this heavy rain, the difficulty of attacking the city is now ten times greater!"

Iron Mouth shouted, "They have magic to summon the rain, but don't we have anyone in the Food Protection Army who can dispel this rain?"

Orders were issued, and naturally, there were people proficient in Magic within the Food Protection Army. Having anticipated this ominous rain, they had been prepared, and upon receiving the order, they immediately started casting magic.

Some donned rain cloaks and burned talismans to plead the heavens, using the rain praying technique, capable of summoning the power of ghostly gods to communicate with heaven, both to summon and dispel rain.

Unexpectedly, the smoke from the burning talisman wafted into the night sky, clearly received by God, but the rain showed no signs of stopping. Instead, larger raindrops fell in torrents.

Some gritted their teeth and ordered a copper coffin be dragged onto the battlefield, prying open the lid, and immediately a stench of decay wafted out.