Huh? Are they all real?...

In the capital of the Seven Hills, Ms. Lily, who was temporarily settled here, looked out the door with a sense of melancholy.

She was indeed asking Bahrain if he had seen Moen.

But it's not that she doesn't want to leave; she and Moen aren't that close yet.

Her biggest reason for not leaving was that she couldn't take the bow with her.

The moon-white longbow was placed on the desk in front of the window at this moment.

There are no carvings on the table, only the unique charm brought about by the passage of time.

This is because the color of the wood gradually changes over time, making the originally brighter hues deeper and exhibiting a calm and warm texture.

This contrasts sharply with the longbow on the table, as the passage of time has clearly left no trace on its pure white surface.

Even under the glow of the twin moons, the moon-white longbow emitted a similarly soft white light, yet one entirely different from the others.

It was as if the two lights were rejecting each other.

However, these subtle differences were not important to Lily. What mattered was that she could no longer lift the bow!

There were no problems when I brought it back.

But after she placed the bow there, she could no longer lift it.

The same applies to the table.

This is a bow given to her by the goddess. Even if she were to lose her life, she would not dare to leave it here!

"Ugh, what is all this?!"

Ms. Lily slumped desperately onto the table where the longbow lay.

At the foot of the sacred tree, in front of the old capital, next to the stone coffin where Lady Lily was once brought up.

Rose Lawrence gazed quietly at the Seven Hills.

Here, the valley is illuminated not by the pure white moonlight of the two moons, but by the pure golden radiance of the sacred tree.

The gods will reject the light of another.

'Why at Seven Hills?!'

Rose Lorrian frowned slightly.

-

The war continued, and the dwarves gradually abandoned the outer fortresses.

Almost every day, new dwarf faces could be seen appearing in the capital.

The situation was alright; there were plenty of places in the capital to accommodate them.

But as time goes on, there are fewer and fewer places left.

Even Lily's house had several female dwarves housed in.

But she still couldn't lift her bow, and could only sit by the window every day, gazing wistfully at the outside world and the bow before her.

She didn't mind the dwarves who moved into her house, since the streets and eaves outside were filled with dwarf refugees seeking refuge.

In this situation, she was already very grateful that she, an outsider, was given her own room and bed.

Even if no one has said it yet.

Lily could also see that despair had completely enveloped the city.

In the past few days, she had been hearing the dwarf women in the house discussing their bleak future with great sorrow.

The only fortunate thing was that the dwarves had stockpiled a considerable amount of food and supplies in the city long ago.

Even though they have taken in all the dwarves of the Seven Hills, there haven't been any problems with supplies yet.

Even the prices that should have soared with the arrival of war were suppressed by the dwarven elders.

It's just unclear how long this situation can last.

This was the fifteenth day since the offensive began, and the third day since the capital had been besieged.

I heard that in order to break in, the people outside have started dismantling the outer houses and city walls, trying to use the construction waste to build a road that leads directly to the top of the city.

Because almost all of their previous siege equipment had been destroyed by the dwarves.

Such an operation was unimaginable for Lily.

After all, the wars here generally look like a heavily modified medieval drama.

Aside from the occasional absurd occurrence, most of the time it involves tens of thousands of people besieging a fortified city.

She couldn't quite imagine what kind of situation would allow someone to actually build a road straight to the city walls using construction waste.

For this reason, she couldn't help but wonder if the descriptions of various ancient wars in the ancient books she saw among the elves were exaggerated.

The sky collapsing and the earth cracking are things that don't seem like something those people outside could have caused.

However, on several occasions, she personally witnessed huge fragments of the fortress being thrown into the capital by something.

It instantly destroyed many buildings and stirred up a huge cloud of dust.

It wasn't until then that she realized this world was a supernatural one.

-

Outside the capital, the masked man and the legion commander stood in a half-ruined tower, gazing out at the capital.

Just as Lily had heard, they built a road that led straight to the top of the city.

This would normally not work, but on the day of the attack on the capital, they finally sent out giants.

The walls of the capital were built by the King of Turin, and their attacks could no longer breach such a formidable fortress.

So it turned into the giants demolishing the buildings next to them and throwing them at the city walls.

Over time, these accumulated efforts eventually created this incredible path.

The two sides have been locked in a tug-of-war over this road for the past few days.

Demolition and construction are happening simultaneously.

Looking at the nearly completed hill, the masked man asked:

"The road is going to be repaired, but the rest of you probably won't be able to keep up with the workload, right?"

"After all, I think you've noticed that the dwarves seem to have managed to keep their casualty rate to a minimum through some means."

Under the legion commander's relentless offensive, Qiqiu was reduced to only one capital city within a dozen days.

This speed far exceeded the expectations of the dwarves and Moen.

However, the once massive allied forces are now reduced to only one-tenth or one-twelfth of their original size.

The legion commander has been personally involved in the battle these past few days, and even the pure white knight's sword he was bestowed with shows obvious signs of damage in several places.

But this still couldn't conquer the dwarves' capital.

He shoved his knight's sword under his body; his left leg was no longer very agile.

This was from when I was hit by the hammer of the dwarven demigod during our previous battle.

"We don't have many men left. But our morale is high and we have very few wounded soldiers."

"On the other hand, they only have their last capital left. They seem to have a lot of people, but almost everyone is injured. We haven't reached our limit yet, but they are almost there."

The masked man wholeheartedly agreed with this.

That's absolutely true. The dwarves have many soldiers left, including many superhumans, but the problem is that almost all of them are wounded. It's rare to see any soldiers who are in good health.

On their side, almost everyone who is still alive is doing well.

Because under that terrifying allure, wounded soldiers would not think of living.

A playing style almost as crazy as the Bewildered Ones.

The difference is that the lost souls are truly a group of irrational, dead people, while the lost souls are living people with their own thoughts.

That woman was indeed the most terrifying deity.

Compared to her, even evil gods are gentle.

At least the evil god knows not to squander his currency.

Even though I am the beneficiary.

But why hasn't my potion arrived yet?

What is that woman thinking? Although I don't mind letting the despair spread further.

His remaining rationality was still allowing him to think about the problem as much as possible.

But fighting against both allure and madness, He was clearly on the verge of collapse.

It seemed they knew what the masked man was thinking.

So the legion commander turned to Him and said:

"Don't worry, my friend. Although we are confident of victory, we are not the only ones."

"Then, the reward and gift from the adults will arrive soon."

"What do you mean?"

The masked man asked this question cautiously.

The legion commander did not answer, but simply turned to look at the fortress and said:

"The road will be paved soon, and we will launch our final assault tonight. As for the answer, you should see it tomorrow morning."

-

The last piece of rock completely jammed the gap that the dwarves had blasted open before.

This high slope leading to the city wall was then fully completed.

Without any orders, an almost endless number of allied soldiers shouted and charged up the high slope, trying to use it to get over the city walls.

Meanwhile, the vanguard of the allied forces launched their charge. The orcs roared as they charged towards the city gates, using their massive bodies to carry enormous battering rams and violently pounding the gates in an attempt to breach them. Archers of various races provided cover from the rear, continuously firing at the enemy on the walls.

The dwarven defenders on the city walls also refused to back down. They attacked the enemy below the city with hot oil, rolling stones, and every other means they could think of, causing considerable casualties to the besieging enemy forces.

But under the spell of their allure, no matter how brutal the battle, they could not feel fear. The allied soldiers continued to advance bravely, without the slightest intention of retreating.

In the fierce battle, the superhumans in the allied forces played a crucial role. They summoned fire and lightning to attack the enemies on the city walls, attempting to create an opportunity for the vanguard to break through.

This tug-of-war lasted a long time.

The allied forces below the city walls suffered almost all casualties, but their purpose was only to draw away the dwarves' forces.

So that we can quickly break through on the high ground.

They almost perfectly achieved their goal of drawing fire.

After all, they knew from the beginning that with their existing equipment, it was impossible to break through the city gates left by the King of Turin.

That was a blessing from two gods.

Dark moon and earth.

Their role was merely to distract the dwarves' forces.

Even at the very end of the war, in order to minimize the number of dwarves, the legion commander directly ordered the sailors to ram the last few airships onto the city walls.

Despite the deafening explosions, the city walls remained standing, but the dwarves were no longer able to fight.

Watching the explosion illuminate the night sky, the legion commander excitedly drew his sword and shouted:

"Charge! All of you, charge! Push forward, push forward! Now, now!"

At the legion commander's frenzied shouts, the last few cyclops in their ranks also raised their hammers and pressed onto the city wall.

The city walls, which were already on the verge of being breached by the vanguard, were about to fall even further after the giants joined the fray.

The dwarves refused to give up either. Regardless of whether they were wounded or not, any dwarf soldier who could still move charged forward with bloodshot eyes.

The Cyclops was covered in heavy armor, which rendered most of the dwarves' attacks ineffective.

But they soon found the key to breaking the deadlock.

That is because Cyclopes are bulky, their armor always has many gaps when they move around a lot.