Pulling chestnuts from the fire had always been the Empire's style. After returning, he held an inspection meeting and discovered that quite a few nobles had already been infected. He had therefore sent most of his family's assets and key personnel out of the city early, along with the Night Watchers' "delivery" mission.
Long before anything happened to Bronze City, he had already transferred everything that needed moving.
Yet this pile of filth colluding with the Grey Covenant still had not understood the situation. They were still clamoring about getting out unscathed, still shouting about their little family fortunes.
It was truly laughable.
Helmut gripped the railing and delivered his final words.
"You'd better pray that the Empire wins this war. Otherwise, every last one of you will be buried with me."
With that, he turned around, returned to his chair, and sat down with his eyes closed.
The hall below fell silent again. Even the Baron who had shouted the loudest earlier shrank back, obediently returned to his seat, and did not dare make another sound.
The respite Bronze City gave the Night Watchers was even shorter than Lu Yuan had imagined.
After Guardian cleared away those Special Individuals, Ghouls, and the spreading Flesh, his power did not withdraw.
Even standing inside the Branch, Lu Yuan could feel that pitch-black aura continuing to spread outward, heading straight for the Inner City Wall.
Although the dark red Flesh on the wall had been torn apart by the Pitch-Black Eyeballs, even more Flesh surged up endlessly from below, reclaiming those Pitch-Black Eyeballs one by one.
Guardian was suppressing the city wall.
The city wall was the root system of the spreading Flesh. As long as its spread could be slowed, Bronze City would still have some time to catch its breath.