This city had clearly been expanded later on. The newly built walls were plastered with mangled flesh and blood, pocked with countless holes of every size, while tens of millions of sharp grass blades had sunk deep into the masonry. Using grass blades to attack enemies was a form of magic unique to the priests of the Grassland Temple. It was easy to imagine how many bloody battles this city had endured.
North of Chaos City, atop a small hill forcibly raised by magic, stood a castle capable of holding a hundred thousand people. From a crimson flagpole a hundred meters tall hung an enormous banner bearing the divine emblem of a blood-red flaming cross of punishment. Dozens of Punishment Knights mounted on bronze-colored dragons circled overhead on patrol.
To the south of Chaos City, atop another mountain forcibly raised by magic, stood a castle capable of holding five hundred thousand people. Densely packed stone buildings stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to its summit, several hundred meters above. More than a dozen flagpoles, each a hundred and fifty meters tall, stood within the castle, flying banners marked with the divine emblem of the Temple of War—a lightning bolt, a sharp sword, and a shield.
More than a hundred Fury Knights riding blood-red dragons patrolled the skies. From time to time, they flew over Chaos City, and those blood-red dragons would deliberately—or seemingly accidentally—drop solid or liquid excrement onto the city below, drawing furious curses from the soldiers stationed atop the walls.
To the west of Chaos City, in the direction where Lin Qi stood, a massive military camp rose in solemn majesty.
Brilliant patterns of magical arrays gleamed within and around the camp. Barricades and cheval de frise, more than a dozen layers deep, were