Chapter 1042
The Holy Alliance’s troops inside the Pallas Fortress were on the verge of mental collapse due to Siegfried’s relentless psychological warfare.
Growl... Groooowl...!
Grrrrk! Grrruk!
Throughout the day, the Pallas Fortress was filled with the sounds of soldiers’ stomachs growling in hunger. For two days straight, these able-bodied men had been surviving on nothing but water, so their hunger was driving them to the brink of madness.
Some soldiers even began showing symptoms of hypoglycemia—dizziness, blurry vision, and uncontrollable tremors. They could feel their strength draining away.
But the worst part of it all—the smell.
“Stop it! Stop it already, you bastards!”
“Fuck... I’m already starving to death and those assholes are...”
“Just one bite... Give me just one bite, please...”
The soldiers of the Holy Alliance were tormented by the scent of barbecue wafting in from outside the fortress walls. All day long, the scrumptious and rich smell of perfectly grilled meat filled the air, which pushed the soldiers to despair.
“If they gave me even a scrap of meat off the bones... I’d desert in a heartbeat...”
“Food... Just give me some food, you sons of bitches...”