Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 1757: Night Blood (10)
North of the city.
In the sky, a massive yellow talisman floated in the air, like a great banner fluttering in the wind.
From it, wind blades of varying sizes continuously shot forth, ravaging the people atop the city walls.
It was indeed a form of devastation, because this talisman was positioned directly and vertically above the wall, making it impossible for the city’s artillery to attack—only the weapons and skills of evolved could reach it.
Leaving aside whether most attacks could even reach such a height, even when they did hit, the talisman seemed completely unaffected. In fact, the more it was attacked, the stronger its retaliation became, with the number of wind blades increasing.
In the end, the defenders on the wall had no choice but to let it wreak havoc.
That wasn’t all—a thick, massive log hovered above the ground, slamming violently against the city gates. The energy shield over them had already dimmed, clearly unable to hold on much longer.
The commander of the northern city wall had no idea how the other sides were faring, but right now, he was just frustrated.
Everyone was using every possible method to defend against the ceaselessly falling wind blades. At least eighty percent of the wall was within its attack range. They could have retreated to the remaining “twenty percent,” but doing so would mean abandoning any interference with the giant log that was pounding against the gates like a bell. Without their resistance, even a fool could tell the gates wouldn’t last long. Once the gates were breached, the Holy City would be in danger.
The northern commander was trapped in this dilemma, unsure of how to proceed. The situation’s progression gave him a sense of slow, inevitable death.
“Did you see who it is?”
The northern commander threw out a purple card, which instantly transformed into a glowing metal hut, shielding a section of the wall.
Watching the wind blades strike it and hearing the impacts, his heart bled.
This piece of equipment had cost him a fortune—it was one of only two gold-grade items he owned. Its primary function wasn’t defense, but rest. Inside, one could quickly recover stamina and mental energy, and it even had minor healing effects on external injuries.
Now, forced to use it to block these wind blades, it was a complete waste.
But he had no choice—he needed to find out where the enemy was.
It was almost laughable. The wind blades above had already killed countless defenders on the wall, and the gate’s protective shield was about to shatter, yet they still didn’t know who was launching these attacks! This was something they had to figure out first—otherwise, how could they make the right decisions?
The commander’s question was directed at a man with an eye-related job skill, though his observation and search required some time.
“Found them!” The man exclaimed excitedly after half a minute, though his tone quickly changed.
“It’s… a woman. Right in front of their camp.”
“One person?!” The commander was stunned.
He had always assumed this must be some incredibly high-tier equipment or a team-based skill.
“Yes. That woman… wait, I think she’s about to attack again.”
As soon as he spoke, the yellow talisman in the sky suddenly vanished. Before the Holy City’s defenders could rejoice, a red talisman appeared in its place.
From it, flames began to surge.
Then, one fireball after another began raining down, instantly engulfing the entire northern wall.
A fireball downpour.
Each “raindrop” was the size of a human head.
If the wind blades earlier were assassins, then these fireballs were mages.
The entire northern wall was immediately engulfed in flames.
Watching his metal hut begin to melt, the northern commander’s face twisted in fury. He roared at his subordinate: “Are you fucking blind?! All of this… is that woman’s doing?”
The subordinate was trembling in fear. His evolution level wasn’t high—only five stars—but his visual talents made him valuable as the team’s eyes.
Against this level of attack, if not for the metal hut shielding them, he wouldn’t survive a single fireball.
“Y-yes, Commander… that woman… she must… must be…”
The man tried to calm himself, but he couldn’t suppress the terror in his heart.
“Level nine…”
The commander finished his subordinate’s sentence.
Only a level-nine evolved could unleash attacks of this magnitude—only they could achieve such a monstrous feat of holding off an entire army alone!
Bitter taste in his mouth, the commander felt today might be his last.
Just then, a deafening crash came from below the wall. He leaned over to look—the giant log had finally shattered the energy shield and slammed directly into the gates.
The log disintegrated into splinters upon impact, then vanished. The gates were left with a massive dent, and the surrounding walls, having absorbed the force, were now cracked in several places.
Seeing that the gates hadn’t been fully breached, the commander exhaled slightly in relief. Turning to his subordinates, he shouted: “Everyone, off the wall! Get off the wall now!”
He had made the decision to abandon the wall’s defense. There was no choice—there was no telling how long this firestorm would last. If they stayed here, taking hits passively, everyone would die.
As for whether the Easterners outside would seize the opportunity to attack, that was a problem for later.
The defenders, who had long been itching to flee, heard this command like heavenly music and stampeded down the walls. The result was that many defensive skills and equipment faltered or stopped entirely. Those who might have held on a little longer now completely broken down.
Amid the chorus of screams, the commander shut his eyes in agony. When he opened them again, he pushed forward under the metal hut and rushed down the wall himself.
He was only a level-seven evolved. Before a level-nine, he was as weak as an ant before a human—no matter how big the ant, one stomp was all it took.
If the gates were lost, so be it. Let the royal guards and the royals clean up the mess—they were the ones who reaped the benefits anyway. The fact that all four city defense commanders had been denied level-eight evolution potions, while those lazy, pleasure-seeking nobles got them instead, was already a mockery. The northern commander had long been discontent.
Now, he didn’t want to risk his life for these people anymore. A voice in his head whispered—maybe it was time to leave this wretched city behind.
Just as he reached the base of the wall, he suddenly sensed a terrifying force gathering. Looking up, he saw the deadly talisman ignite on its own, transforming into the largest fireball yet, trailing black smoke as it plummeted—straight toward the gates.
BOOM!
The fireball struck the gates. The ground shook violently. The commander’s neck stiffly turned to look.
The gates he had once taken pride in were now gone—replaced by raging flames.
The northern wall… had fallen.
