Myriad Machine Tide (I)

Zhennan Pass was vast, yet small.

Vast enough to hold over a million residents while enduring street fighting among three or four hundred thousand people, leaving far too many professionals unable to wait for reinforcements.

Small enough that one did not need to strain their ears to hear the sounds of fighting from every direction. A casual glance would reveal comrades they had seen within the past few days.

If this scene had taken place at any of the other passes—

At Exorcist Pass, guarded by the Assassin Temple.

At Gialing Pass, guarded by the Magic Temple.

At Southeast Fortress, guarded by the Warrior Temple.

Or at Dragon Control Pass, guarded by the Knight Temple, and Ten Thousand Beast Pass, guarded by the Soul Temple.

Though it would have been tragic—

It would not have been strange.

It was war. How could there be no deaths?

Throughout the long war against the Demon Race, the Temple Alliance had suffered losses far beyond this. In certain famous major campaigns, the casualties from a single decisive battle often exceeded a million.

So after seeing enough death—

One got used to it.

If another word had to be chosen, numbness would have been more fitting.

Not to mention that the veterans currently stationed in Zhennan Pass were professionals who had not been completely softened by peace. They were the generation that truly bridged the old and the new. Before they became professionals, the Human Race had faced immense pressure, but there had still been plenty of hope. Bai Lingxuan had still been alive then. One could question Demon God Emperor Fengxiu's position, but not his judgment or feelings. While Bai Lingxuan was alive, Demon God Emperor Fengxiu had not waged war against the Human Race. Even after being ambushed by Demonic God's Fall