697. Siege Battle Puppet

The Puji had come, and another city had fallen.

For the third time, after fighting with everything he had, Gray was swept along by the defeated army and forced to flee the city.

The wounds on his body were still oozing blood. The gash on his left shoulder, sliced open by a tentacle, was deep enough to show bone, and every step felt as if a knife were twisting through his flesh.

He did not stop to bandage it. There was no point. If he healed it, would that let him defeat those ever-increasing demons?

Gray could say he had watched the Vanguard Army, which had originally been able to hold them back, grow larger and larger the more they fought, step by step developing into the unstoppable force it was now.

Unless the main force came over, Gray could not think of any way to halt the Puji's advance.

And the main force was not here.

He lowered his head and kept walking, yet he did not know where he was supposed to go. South? east?

What was the point of finding another city to cling to life for a while, only to watch helplessly as it fell too?

He thought of Ke.

At first, when Ke had taken him out of the city and revealed the mycelium on his body, what Gray had felt was the fury of betrayal.

But now, he was no longer angry.

Against an enemy like that, perhaps surrender really was the best way out.

Unfortunately, he could not do it.

But he was tired of running too. "The next city... I won't run anymore—"

Just as Gray made up his mind to give up, he saw a human.

The man wore a gray robe and stood only a dozen steps away, utterly motionless.