The overcast clouds gradually thickened, and the sky turned dim and heavy. Sulfurous gunsmoke drifted on the wind, and the Main God's great banner flew above the city walls. The Eagle Warrior Balda led more than a thousand Imperial Guard warriors as the third wave to fight their way into the city, encountering almost no resistance at all.
"Huh? There should be several thousands of Militia defending the city. Where did they all go to die?"
Balda wore Bronze Armor and raised a Copper Spear, sweeping his gaze around the city, yet all he saw was a deathly stillness. It seemed that after passing the city wall, there was no longer any sign of defenders, nor any of the great swarms of Militia so often seen during past sieges. His steps did not stop. He first led the large force of Imperial Guards past low, empty thatched huts, through desolate, silent stone houses, and finally arrived at the first important site—the main warehouse in White Snake City.
The area around the main warehouse had originally been garrisoned by more than a hundred White Snake Warriors, but by now they had all thrown down their weapons and surrendered to the first wave of vanguard warriors who had entered the city. At this moment, among nearly two hundred Mexica vanguard warriors, aside from the several dozen guarding the prisoners, the rest were searching and looting inside the warehouse, secretly taking small, inconspicuous items, such as gems, gold sand, silver grains, and spices that were easy to hide.
"Mm?... These little bastards."
Balda frowned. He saw the tense, uneasy vanguard warriors, but said nothing. The vanguard warriors had risked danger, been the first to climb the walls, and killed the enemy; according to the unwritten rules, they would also receive an extra share