Chapter 618: A Few Dozen Bottles of Water of Life?
They had agreed on three days.
But William had delayed for a full seven days. Only after sorting through his Soul Artifacts did he arrive at the Pacification Empire's Imperial City.
After picking him up, Second Prince Caesar hurried him to the empire's secret Portal Hall.
Caesar had not pressed William during those days, but the empire's secret Forward Outpost was on the verge of collapse.
The Human Empire had ample troops and could easily deploy several million more. But if it lost that many soldiers, what would be the point of the outpost?
If William delayed any longer, they might end up having to rescue Caesar's father-in-law.
Soon, William reached the Portal Hall and saw three Spatial Gates.
Legions streamed through the gates to reinforce the outpost. Through another gate came a steady flow of wounded soldiers and corpses.
The World of Gods had a custom: the dead should be brought home. Otherwise, their souls would find no peace.
Any force with the means to do so recovered its fallen warriors from foreign soil, unless the fighting was too fierce to retrieve the bodies.
For warriors who died in the Dark World, that custom mattered even more. If creatures did not devour their corpses, the Dead Qi filling the battlefield might transform them.
A corpse with flesh might become a Death Knight, while bare bones might rise as a Skeleton Soldier.
That was why one gate was reserved for bringing bodies back. When conditions allowed, it remained open so the fallen could be returned at any time.
William entered the Dark World once more.
Flying Magical Beasts filled the dim, blood-red sky.
Cannon fire thundered across the fortress. Energy Bombs raked the sky—Dawn-brand Mana Gatlings, without a doubt.