On one side were the Life Order God Church's hordes of Demon Beasts, roaring and howling.
On the other were the Earth God Church's legion giants, advancing in orderly, oppressive ranks.
They were the most powerful weapons for breaking formations, and highly cost-effective cannon fodder as well.
Now, in the distance, the clouds of dust they kicked up were clearly visible. They were drawing closer and closer.
Most people continued praying along with Puer. Facing death for the first time inevitably left them nervous and lost; prayer could soothe their emotions, and even if the worst happened, at least everyone could meet their end with dignity.
As the commander here, this was the only thing Puer could do now, so she devoted herself to it.
Some, however, had already stopped praying.
Some of them did not care, having long since made their peace with life and death. Though their desire to survive had never wavered, they would not show fear in the face of death either.
Earl Recar, for instance, took out a wineskin, drank from it, and passed it to Dali Wenluo.
The military camp only prohibited the abuse of Spirit Potions; tobacco and alcohol were permitted.
However, Earl Recar's wineskin clearly contained some special additions.
Dali Wenluo took a long swig and immediately tasted the difference. Looking at him, he said,
"You've got some nerve."
Earl Recar smiled. "I only just added it. I hadn't drunk any before this. It's not often I get a chance to let loose a little. I have to make the most of it."
As a former Pirate King, a man who had almost single-handedly influenced the Vien Empire's fortunes at sea, he was brutal, greedy, lecherous, and rebellious to his core. But he genuinely feared Kallen, so he had always deliberately suppressed