Fifteen kilometers beyond Anse's Second Wall lay a small mountainous region. The witches had carved away one or two of the hills and built themselves a wonderfully comfortable artillery camp.
Oh, this artillery camp was genuinely comfortable: observation rooms, little opera houses beloved by the petty bourgeoisie, and the bustling residences of witch officers. There were even five clubs stationed here. Among them, the "Bunny Girl" Club—not its real name—was enough to corrupt battlefield morale, making witches like Du Lingxuan shake their heads at the sight.
The Cat Lamp Observation Club was also rather bad for morale, yet the witches nodded their heads in approval.
Since Du Lingxuan was the "namer" of the "Bunny Girl Club," the Valkyrie Club, now known as the Bunny Girl Club, enforced the law across worlds and barred her from the premises.
Xuan Bao could only storm off in a huff to find some other amusement.
For instance, she could go take a look around the artillery camp.
She had accepted a commission from her good sister, so naturally she took it to heart and simply climbed up to the artillery observation room.
It was a structure resembling a magic tower, operated by an outstanding artillery training master, managing all the cannons prepared for the witches.
Du Lingxuan, with her enormous cat ears and nine tails, had barely entered when she heard a soft, gentle voice muttering to itself:
"I'm afraid this bombardment won't be stopping anytime soon."
The speaker was the artillery training master, Amanda. This witch was exquisitely beautiful, though her somewhat gloomy expression gave her an air of naturally listless exhaustion.
Du Lingxuan stood beside her—beside the artillery training master she had hired at great expense—and gazed out at Anse's incomparably grand Second Wall, as well as the even more damn magnificent