When the dragon vein suddenly trembled, the battlefield, like a Flesh Grinder, fell briefly silent.
Then came even fiercer, crueler slaughter. The damaged tower ship listed severely, its multi-eaved structures collapsing. Sundries on the deck clattered as they slid toward the tilted side. The slaves, their cultivation sealed, clung desperately to masts and rigging. Unlucky wretches screamed as they slipped and fell from the deck's edge together with the cargo.
The ship tilted ever more severely.
The ignored maidservants crowded against the latticed windows, staring in terror outside through the slanted doorway. Snake Demon Soldiers expressionlessly skewered soldiers with their long spears, blood staining the window paper red. Then a masked snake demon swept its gaze over the maidservants, turned and rammed a robed civil official flying, then smashed the tower ship's array core with the shield on its left arm...
In the sky, the Red Robe Official sweated profusely beneath the Snake Demon Immortal General's pressure. Every strike made him and the generals under his command cough up blood.
He had considered fleeing, but he did not dare.
A vast organization inevitably had laws and regulations that were nearly harsh, and the Human Sacred Dynasty was no exception.
As the chief official governing an entire region, he could die in battle, but he absolutely could not flee. The consequences of fleeing were more terrifying than dying in battle. Not only would he be imprisoned and punished, his Lineage would also be unable to escape punishment, falling from a lofty Aristocratic Clan into prisoners beneath the steps. What Aristocratic Clans feared most was a fall in social standing.
If he died in battle, his descendants and Lineage would receive many benefits.
As he vomited blood and forced himself to hold on, he cursed his rotten luck for running into this