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However, his family also had to give the regent face or an explanation, so the attendant who "failed to properly advise" him would certainly die.

"Okay, okay!" The young and handsome young master tugged at his tie. "Don't spoil my fun!" With that, he picked up a glass of red wine and walked toward his next conversation partner, a beautiful lady.

Beautiful women, fine wine, and delicious food—this lavishly decorated palace is like a paradise on earth, captivating visitors and making them linger in this false peace and beauty.

Emaciated corpses, broken weapons, and burning flags; groups of rebellious farmers, or rather, rioting starving people, gathered in small groups, searching the corpses for anything edible, including the corpses themselves.

A few grains of wheat floated in the thin, watery soup. The leader of the group stirred the soup with his spoon in annoyance, trying to find more ingredients. He had thought that defeating these government soldiers would allow him to obtain food, but to his surprise, the supplies of these third-line troops were not much better than those of the mob.

As a result, he not only didn't get many supplies, but also gained a group of mouths to feed. It wasn't that he wanted to take prisoners or live captives, but he was forced to accept these soldiers. In any case, these people had received some training and knew how to use those weapons.

"Boss, we have news! All the officials in the city have gone to the New Year's ball. Without the master watching over them, those big-headed soldiers are all hiding in their posts. There's not a single person on the city wall." The scout who went out to gather information returned excitedly.

He had a horrifying face; his nose and ears had to be cut off due to hypothermia, half of his head was wrapped in gauze, and most of his fingers and toes had been frostbitten off. He looked no different from a beggar on the roadside who was about to freeze to death. The only possible difference was that after joining this group of starving people, he ate a little something and looked a bit warm.

"Really?" The leader stood up. He didn't look good either. Even though he had the highest priority in supplies for the whole team, he couldn't get anything in the wild. He was also missing an ear and a finger, and his face was covered with scars from frostbite.

"Bring out all the stored grain to supplement our meals. We'll take this city today and let everyone have a good meal!"

Rather than slowly freezing and starving to death in the wilderness during winter, it's more worthwhile to die in a siege battle.

Hearing that there would be extra food, the numb people perked up a little and stuffed half-cooked wheat mixed with grass roots, tree bark, and anything else edible into their stomachs to get enough calories.

Soon, a massive crowd gathered, like a dark swarm of ants, silent and terrifying. "Take down the elevator, open the gate, and rush in. Set fires everywhere. Our target is the granary. Scatter these people on the periphery and let them loot. We'll gather them back in three days and incorporate the survivors into a new team."

The leader began assigning tasks. This was something they had done many times when conquering villages, only now the target had changed from villages to cities.

The reason they stopped destroying the villages was not because of a change of heart, but because the villages in the wild were just as poor as they were. In fact, many villages didn't even need to be attacked; they would come and join them with their people and the little food they had left.

As for the remaining villages that could still hold out, attacking them would be pointless; the meager food they provided wouldn't even provide enough calories to sustain the long journey required to attack them.

The only way was to attack mobile towns and large manors. The former had a large population and were heavily guarded, while the latter didn't yield much of a good loot. After losing several manors, the lords sent their supplies into the city.

Normally, bandits would plunder valuable items extensively.

Now, all they want is food. The gold and silver artifacts, calligraphy and paintings are useless and can only be used as fuel.

Undoubtedly, this adds another charge to their name: "disgraceful to culture," "a disgrace to civilization," and "damaging cultural relics and heritage."

Of course, for them, the greatest sin was not having any people starving to death in peace; what did the rest matter?

Meanwhile, on the city wall, the huge ramp for entering and exiting the mobile city had been raised, and all the elevators had been shut down to prevent the refugees from outside the city from coming in and ruining the lords' snow-viewing experience.

"Stop looking, what's there to see outside? Come in and warm yourself by the fire..." the veteran on duty shouted from the guard room. The naive young man from a small farm was actually standing guard in the cold wind, staring out. "At this time of year, there won't even be a single rock crab outside. Come in and warm yourself by the fire."

The metal-structured duty room is like a long arm extending outward from a cliff. It is divided into two levels: the upper level is the observation tower, and the lower level is the duty area.

Such outward-projecting structures are common on the edges of mobile cities, especially on either side of gates and near large elevators.

For mobile cities, towering bulwarks and drops in elevation are their natural walls. As long as the gates and elevators are not lowered and the skirt armor is not dismantled, no one can easily enter the city.

Unless heavy weapons are used to force it open, or warships with decks almost the same height and other moving city blocks are used to board it, and things like siege spears are used to break through the relatively weak barricades and gates at the top of the blockade.

This is why the veterans are not worried about anyone attacking the city. Those who can attack the city are all north of the mountains. These refugees from the south could not leave a trace on the outer walls of the mobile city even if they tried their hardest.

"I have a bad feeling..." The recruit stepped down from the watchtower, where something seemed to be burning in the brazier. "What's this?"

"Oh, the greeting cards and New Year's wishes sent from upstairs, tsk, at least they're somewhat useful." The old soldier turned over the brazier; the paper items and wood he'd found somewhere were burning very brightly.

"I heard that the people at the front have a can of food, but here we only have these things that are still useful for starting a fire."

"Probably because you don't have money?" "Yeah, right! Forget it, a well-off kid like you wouldn't understand. Anyway, today is the Winter Snow Festival, come on, have a taste." The old soldier tossed him a cigarette, rolled in newspaper, with something inside that was hard to tell whether it was tobacco or something else.

"Cough cough cough, what is this?"

"I roll my own cigarettes, using tobacco from discarded cigarette butts. I named it 'Rainbow Color,' isn't that fitting?"

"Cough cough cough, it's too choking..." Several kinds of messy tobacco and messy hay and plants are mixed together, it would be strange if it didn't choke to death.

"Take it slow, you have to inhale this slowly, little by little..." The veteran demonstrated, just then, there seemed to be a clattering sound outside, "What was that sound?"

"It's probably another case where the metal sheet or sign is loose..."

The duty room is the "chassis" of the mobile city and is made of metal. However, the outer area is not a load-bearing high-performance alloy but just a lightweight metal frame.

The building materials on the chassis are made of carbon material blocks. Even if resin or ketone compounds are added to carbon materials to prevent combustion, they can only prevent the spread of fire under normal conditions, that is, open flames of about 600-800 degrees Celsius, and cannot be burned for a long time.

If the temperature exceeds 850 degrees, it will inevitably ignite. If it exceeds 1000 degrees, even buildings in densely populated urban areas with higher fireproofing standards will catch fire. In the original timeline, Talulah had already proven this. The flames and heat she released had not even reached the point where they could dry Amiya at close range, yet they had already heated the city center to the point of imminent explosion.

From this perspective, if one were to master Originium Arts related to heat in Terra, destroying a city in one strike would seem quite simple; all it would take is to penetrate the heat-resistant metal sheet or polymer exterior wall panel on the outside of the building.

If you master W's ability to detonate Originium, destroying a city would be even simpler. You just need to know where the city's power core is, and then trigger a chain reaction of Originium explosions to send the entire city flying at least two or three hundred meters high. In fact, Ms. W already has some idea about this.

After all, Terra is a hellish place, full of high-energy minerals. Cities are built on tons of high-density energy materials. The huge amount of high-energy materials stored and burned to drive the movement of cities are the best bomb materials. Compared to the difficulty of leveling cities on Earth, which are made of reinforced concrete and lack flammable and explosive materials, by simply using external force, Terra is much simpler.

The refugees had clearly grasped this "match" that was enough to ignite the city and send the entire urban area flying.

Climbing up the gunwale, dozens of meters high, using ropes in the cold wind is an extremely difficult task.

However, for those chosen warriors, even if one or two fall, they will not make a sound.

All the sounds were drowned out by the cold wind and the noise from the metal frame with the "Martial Law" sign that rattled in the wind, until the first person climbed up the metal frame that connected the multiple outer platforms.

Crawling along the metal supports, two more people fell down. However, more people successfully reached their designated positions, silently and in unison pulling out Originium fragments hidden in their tattered clothes and stabbing them into their arms. Their bodies, already infected with Oripathy, reacted even more violently to the stimulation of the external Originium.

"Ahhh!"

"Oh no!" The recruit rushed out, only to be thrown back by the blast wave. The infected activated Originium Arts with maximum efficiency, and the entire bulwark resounded with a series of explosions. Energy pipes burst open, and several infected, due to overuse of Originium Arts, turned into dust and disappeared into the wind.

With the sound of an explosion, the heavy gate shook twice before crashing down onto the wilderness, sending up a thick cloud of dust.

"Kill!" The dense crowd spread out like a black carpet, rushing into the streets of the outer city along the sloping gate ramp.

Soon, the city crumbled and collapsed little by little amidst thick smoke and flames, with explosions and screams filling every inch of the space.

A half-burnt greeting card, bearing the words "Happy Holidays," tumbled in the blast wave of the explosion, splattering onto scrap metal on the roadside. It was then ruthlessly torn off by a passing vagrant and thrown into the burning building.

Chapter 82 Insects are just accompanying you in a different way

Chapter 82

On the night of the Winter Snow Festival, when families celebrate and reunite, offering sacrifices to ancestors to pray for happiness in the coming year, the atmosphere that was as silent as a tomb just half an hour ago seems to be swept away by the air of blessings amidst the swirling smoke and the crackling of flames.

A fervent and boisterous sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, as if the gods themselves were cheering in the sweltering air, enjoying the intoxicating warmth, and hesitating as if preparing to bestow boundless happiness upon mortals.

The golden and red rivers flowed merrily and violently, and the golden and red waterfalls hanging upside down from the windows and rooftops stretched out their endless tentacles toward the sky, as if they were also praying to the gods in the heavens for something.

The humble, gray-black offerings that fell from the windows onto the filthy earth were no longer given a second glance. Whether they were once ragged or draped in fine silk, they were now nothing more than burnt waste.

Tens of thousands of starving people poured into the city along the slope, and the outer city was immediately engulfed in flames. Regular buildings were fireproofed, and some buildings in the outer city that also served as fortresses in battle were covered with armor plates.

However, the haphazardly built slums and various illegally expanded fortified settlements rendered these fire prevention measures utterly ineffective.

"Kill!" The crude weapons crashed into the soldiers and police who were hastily organizing their defenses. At this moment, stones and fists were equal to the sophisticated weapons in the hands of the enemy.

Soon, this thin line of defense was overwhelmed by the crowd. No one cared what they were standing on; they just blindly rushed forward, driven by the last bit of heat.

Soon, a thick layer of black silt accumulated beneath the high walls separating the slums from the city. The struggling poor in the slums became part of these starving people, taking out tools and anything else from their homes that could be used as weapons and armor.

Those men with a little more experience, who had served as mercenaries or defeated soldiers, stripped the armor and weapons from the corpses of the dead garrison soldiers and served as the middle force of the group.

This was a simple, irrational herd of beasts, yet amidst the chaos, a certain order emerged, as if it were an evolution of how human races transformed from a pack of wild beasts into an orderly society. The better-equipped men automatically stepped to the front.

The man, who had once worked as a carpenter or stonemason, swung his hammer and smashed it against the wall again and again.

The deafening voices and crashing sounds were like drums beating in the hearts of everyone inside the wall: "Quick, quick, call for help! No, call for someone to escort me out, now!"

"Forget about those material possessions, hurry up and wake up the ladies!" Chaos reigned in the luxurious mansions, with some demanding immediate orders for troops to quell the unrest, while others were disoriented and preparing to flee.

Others, clinging to a sliver of hope, believed that these mobs wouldn't dare lay a hand on someone as noble as themselves.

Of course, they weren't complete trash either. The Originium magic and martial arts they had learned since childhood, combined with their well-equipped gear, made them far superior to those robed trash.

"The wall has fallen!" Accompanied by a piercing scream from some woman in the inner city, the high wall protecting the inner city collapsed with a roar. People carrying torches made of various kinds of garbage and waste poured in through the breach, and the glowing tide crashed heavily against the organized defense line of the inner city garrison.

"Fire! Fire! Drive them back!" The commander, who had never seen such a scene before, was terrified and almost lost his composure. A barrage of bullets and crossbow bolts sliced ​​the crowd flat.

Death and bloodshed temporarily dampened some of the other side's fanaticism, but as the outer city was looted, more people who hadn't managed to grab any food or anything useful arrived. In addition, the poor people who were forced to join in, and even former military and police personnel who came with equipment, soon made the crowd restless again.

"What a bunch of idiots!" The inner city garrison commander was about to explode as he looked at the increasing amount of equipment among the enemy's crowd. Under normal circumstances, the armories of the mobile city-state were mostly located in the outer city.

Because that area is directly in contact with the enemy, and there are even heavy artillery and spell-ampling arrays there.

Under normal circumstances, the garrison in the outer city will have to resist for at least a period of time. Moreover, there is a warning time for mobile town battles. The elite troops in the inner city can quickly move to support various peripheral battlefields and use the equipment on the high walls to support friendly troops in street fighting.

From a military perspective, this is an extremely challenging structure and design. If you add to that the complex terrain below the deck that only the defenders know, the attackers would have to pay a thousand times the price to break into the inner city.

But these are all under ideal conditions. In reality, without warning, the outer areas are only populated by the elderly, the infirm, the disabled, and a bunch of good-for-nothings who are adept at bullying the poor, while the underground areas are a complete joke—

If the old men had ever gone down there even once, they wouldn't be so naive. They had all the blueprints, but they were long gone.

Below deck, the area had long since become the base of poor farmers and vagrants, like the lower level of a city. How many people were below was as an unsolvable question as how many rats were in the city.

At this moment, with the loss of the armory and even some of the former guards turning into enemies, the supplies and equipment meant to prevent a Southern attack became a crisis. The only saving grace was that the angle of the gun emplacements was blocked, preventing them from turning the heavy artillery around to bombard the inner city.

However, this was not a cause for celebration, because the Originium magic crystals used as cannonballs could also be used as powerful Originium bombs. The unfortunate men who had been captured and had their hands tied with bombs strapped to their bodies, their mouths stuffed with rags, and a bayonet stuck in their buttocks, were now running towards the garrison that seemed to offer them hope and salvation, all under the threat of pain and death.

If it weren't for the spell crystals already activated on their backs, the commander would have been happy to let the other side release these troublesome hostages.

However, what was being returned at this time were hot potatoes. Why did these good-for-nothings go to the outer city to have fun at this time? To shoot or not to shoot?

If I open fire, even if the suppression is successful, the families of these young masters and their cronies will surely retaliate. If I don't open fire, these young masters will still die anyway, which will not only destroy the defense line but also put me in the blame for the poor rescue efforts.

"Fire! Kill those with bombs on their bodies!" In the end, a last shred of loyalty to the country and his superiors compelled the commander to order the firing.

Soon, these running human bombs fell in front of the position. However, the detonation of the bombs turned into the sound of the charge drums. Dirty men wearing ill-fitting armor rushed towards the position, carrying stonemason hammers in their hands.

"Repel them! Crossbowmen, focus fire on those heavily armored units!" The commander immediately put aside his previous worries and ordered his men to open fire. Under the fierce firepower, the poorly trained, physically and tactically inept crowd was once again driven back, leaving behind a large number of corpses and bloodstains. However, this was only a brief truce.

Outside the high walls, the city was ablaze. With violent tremors, it was clear that the city's lords were preparing to flee. One by one, the connecting devices were disconnected, and the city modules were separating.

The split streets were immediately engulfed by some who couldn't escape in time. Structurally, the modules that the lords were preparing to separate included not only the outer city but also a part of the inner city that was already embroiled in battle.

Once the modules are separated and these troops can hold out for a while, they can drive the mobile city to speed away. As for the rest of the people, they can just wait to die on these burning, abandoned modules.

"A sacrifice?" The commander turned his head and glanced at the palace in the city center, his heart as cold as the night.

"Crack!" The power went out, the central power supply stopped, and the regional generators seemed to have also executed the command to shut down and self-destruct. The city, which had been slightly lit, was immediately plunged into darkness. Only the buildings set on fire by the rioters became the only source of light at this moment. After losing power and energy, the cold lingered like a leech, seeping into everyone's body.

"Seize the power plant!"

"Stop them!"

"Are you going to die with us? You lackeys of the nobility!" The shouts from the other side instantly dampened the morale of the defenders. It was too obvious that the lords were preparing to abandon them and run away.

"Don't listen to them, fire!" Crossbow bolts and bullets clashed like dams, and the surging crowd crashed together like waves in the river formed by the street, splashing blood and gold everywhere, each drop representing one or more lives.