Whether it was willing or not, Xuelao City would always be there, waiting for the returning wanderers or foreigners with ill intentions.
The human armies were still in the south. The gate to the north was slightly more tightly guarded, but it was still possible to enter and leave as usual.
The carriage pulled by the Earth Imprisoning Beasts drew many gazes as it rolled over the stones.
The demons stared at the tall corpse in the carriage, their pale faces and dark blue eyes brimming with shock as they loudly yelled. The demons had many languages, and the different classes of Xuelao City often used different languages, but at this moment, the majority of their cries contained similar syllables.
No one noticed that there was a very long wound on the tall corpse, a small hole in the chest that just happened to be hidden by the shadow of the leather robe.
If someone were to get close, they might see an extremely strange and terrifying sight.
There was an eye in the small hole. Its eyes were very calm and devoid of emotion, but it was clearly alive.
"The grandson of the enormous Grue?"
Zhexiu compared it to the top-secret information he had read in the army and understood who the young noble who had died at his hand was, so he no longer thought about it.
Through the small hole in the young noble's body, he took measure of the streets and buildings of Xuelao City.
The humans and high-class demons looked rather similar on the outside, but they were two completely different species. The two sides had fought for tens of thousands of years and had long ago formed an irreconcilable blood feud. Whether it was in terms of material or spirit, the two sides were completely cut off from each other. Only during the era of Grand Scholar Tungus had they had a very short period of very limited interaction.
Over the countless years, only a very small number of demons had appeared in the capital, and the vast majority had met extremely miserable ends. As for the humans … ever since Wang Zhice signed a truce with the Demon Lord, no human had been able to take a single step into Xuelao City. Zhexiu could be said to be the first person in several hundred years to enter Xuelao City.
Xuelao City was strange to the humans, evil, the nest of devils, the abyss of sin, so just what was it?
Zhexiu only knew that the walls of the city were extremely high, several times higher than those of Luoyang. Even though he had been in the city for a very long time, he could still clearly see the moss and snow on the walls. The streets here were straight and wide, the buildings also very large. The vast majority of them were built from stone. They seemed rather crude, but they also had an indescribable sense of beauty. Every once in a while, he could see a building with a pointed roof. He didn't know what it was for, but it gave off a majestic and sacred feeling.
After walking for a long time, the sky gradually brightened and it was noon. Suddenly, the sunlight was blocked, leaving behind a patch of darkness. Zhexiu saw a black monolith. It was unknown what material the black stone tablet was made of, but when one looked at it, it seemed to be cleansed by sucking.
As if it had been inspected, the Earth Imprisoning Beast continued to advance. More and more black monoliths entered Zhexiu's eyes. Every ten-some zhang, he could see one towering between the green hills. Because his line of sight was blocked, he could not see the entire scene, but from what he could see, he could imagine just how spectacular it was.
There were black tablets everywhere on the green hill. It looked like a huge graveyard, but it also looked like some kind of sacrificial array.
Zhexiu felt the young noble's corpse being lifted up and then slowly and carefully placed into a pit that was slightly lower than the ground.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
In his original plan, he had planned to wait for the young noble to be buried, then wait underground for a few days before leaving to find Nanke.
Based on his understanding of the demons, the graveyard of this young noble's clan should be not far from the Demon Palace.
When he saw those massive black tablets, he really did believe that this was the graveyard of the young noble's clan.
The Gruel clan had always been especially massive, so they had the phrase 'Gruel'. He believed that the gravestones of this clan would be a little larger than normal.
But given the young noble's status, his burial should not have been so careless, even in a time of war.
If this was not the graveyard of the Gruel clan, where was it? Why were there so many mysterious black tablets here?
After a while, Zhexiu found it even stranger that the coffin lid did not fall.
He extended a finger to the young noble's wound, pulled his clothes to the side, and peered out of the pit.
His field of vision was still limited, and the first thing he saw was a black monolith.
Only when he got closer could he clearly see that it was a square monolith. The top of the monolith was curled up into a sharp point that was aimed at the sky.
Zhexiu's gaze followed the tip of the monolith to the sky.
In the snowy plains, he would often use this angle to look at the sky. When he was tired from chasing and killing and needed to conceal himself, he would often bury himself in the snow and open his eyes to look at the gloomy sky. He would look at it for a very long time. He knew that after looking at it for a long time, it was easy to get the misconception that high and low would be reversed, that the sky would become an abyss, and that he would float in an empty space, brimming with an uneasy feeling, just like right now.
That feeling of emptiness grew stronger and stronger, ultimately becoming some sort of warning sign.
On the other side of the sky, at the bottom of the abyss, there seemed to be an eye quietly watching him.
Zhexiu felt like he had lost control of his body. Cold sweat slowly seeped out of his body, and at the same time, it seemed to take away all his courage.
At the highest point of the hill that he could not see, surrounded by several thousand black monoliths, Black Robe raised her head to the sky, doing something.
Suddenly, Black Robe drew back her gaze and swept it over the several thousand black monoliths.
At this moment, Zhexiu's heart fiercely thumped outside of its normal rhythm.
At the most crucial moment, his old illness, the Tide Rush of Blood, caused him to wake up from this nightmare that had no real content. He realized that someone was observing him.
He closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually stopped, just like a real dead man.
Suddenly, snow began to fall from the depths of the gloomy sky, falling on the hill and into the pit, gradually covering up all the demon corpses.
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The war between the humans and demons had entered its most unendurable stalemate. The plains to the south of Xuelao City were filled with battles. There was not a single piece of pure land for a radius of one thousand li, and death could occur at any moment. Both sides were exhausted to the extreme, numb to the extreme. All that was left was to see who would collapse first.
The human army's Sacred Light crossbows were on the verge of running out, and the supplies in the rear had been unable to keep up since ten-some days ago. As for other supplies such as armaments and crystals, they had been cut off for several days. The Western Army, which was currently sweeping through the demon bases on the perimeter, had also not received any good news. The demons were also not faring much better. The majority of the armaments used to defend the city could no longer be repaired, so much so that the bravest of the human cavalry could sometimes get within three li of the city walls.
On a certain morning, a shout of joy suddenly came from the northern plains, soon followed by the faint sound of singing. Gradually, the shouts and singing began to come from the south, transforming into thunderous cheers upon entering Xuelao City. In the end, the hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors on the plains outside the city also began to howl.
At the very start, the human army had noticed the movements of the demons and warily and perplexedly observed, not knowing what was going on.
The cheers of the demon soldiers grew louder and louder while the human soldiers grew more and more nervous.
Divine General He Ming gazed up at the gloomy sky and finally understood what was going on.
He extended a hand to catch a snowflake drifting down.
It was snowing.
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(If nothing unexpected happens, the fourth month will be the last full moon in the Book of Heaven's Selection. I will write it with all my might. Thank you, everyone.) (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to come to Starting Point to cast a recommendation vote or monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to M.)
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