Chapter 818 - 430
The Compulsion Viscount’s revenge came swiftly.
As members of the Ambros City Council laughed heartily, the Compulsion Viscount’s forces launched a direct siege, compelling the Noble faction’s coalition to act together.
Trebuchets advanced, pelting the ramparts with stones like raindrops; large sections of the wall collapsed, and some witches took advantage of the chaos to cast plague magic on the corpses, then purposefully allowed the trebuchets to hurl these infected bodies into the city.
In Ambros City, were it not for the presence of five hundred engineers from the Republic of Belisarius and the defense engineering expert Achilles, the outer city wall would have already been breached.
Early in the morning, Ivita’s Giant Avatar walked along the inner side of the outer wall, watching numerous engineers suspended by ropes on the ramparts, driving wooden stakes and ropes into the wall’s damaged parts, mixing with the rubble, then pouring a slurry of clay and water into these broken sections and tamping it down—thus they could just manage to repair the wall.
However, Ambros’s outer wall had been on borrowed time for far too long with this method, with scarcely any intact section left; continuing this way, the outer wall could no longer hold.
Ivita’s Giant Avatar cast an indifferent glance at the wall, aware that the primary ingredients needed for the Purple God Potion were two types: one was a unique phenomenon produced by the interaction of magical powers—a purple rising airflow. This substance only appears in lands where a vast number of souls have perished, a gas formed by the clash between death’s magical energy and the soul’s magical energy upon the mass simultaneous demise of living beings.
But most people, even upon witnessing it, would merely regard it as a simple aurora, or as twilight, dawn, or even a rainbow, without paying it much heed.
Yet, in reality, it was an extremely precious magical material that only appeared in massive quantities during large-scale wars.