It was often said that the Military School was heartless. Heartless indeed—after witnessing death by the tens of thousands, death became something that numbed a person.
Since Jiang Wang had first made his name, he had experienced the Qi-Yang War, Ding Jingshan's battle against the White Elephant King on Ding Wei Floating Island, the battle of Star Moon Plain, the Qi-Xia War, the great war between the Human Race and the Demon Race at Wunan...
He had repeatedly won military honors, and had even been granted a marquisate for his military merit.
He had long possessed a clear understanding of war's cruelty, and had seen far too much life and death.
But when he and Wu Duqiu arrived at Xin You Third Floating Island, he still fell silent for a long while.
Here, blood had been drawn into canals, and white bones dismantled into fences.
Heads upon heads had been laid into a road, winding across the floating island.
Looking down upon the vast floating island from above, one could see that every structure on the island had been flattened. All Human Race Magic Arrays had been destroyed, and everything of any remaining value had been stripped away. There were not even many intact floor tiles left to be seen.
As far as the eye could see, only at the very center of the floating island stood three enormous mud pits, arrayed in the positions of the Three Talents.
On closer inspection, they were not mud at all, but human flesh and blood.
Churned into such a thick, turbid slurry, they still bubbled incessantly—gurgle, gurgle.
There truly was no need for Sea Race troops to garrison this place, because there was nothing left here anymore.
The road paved with heads connected the three pits of flesh and blood, then stretched