Chapter 1018: Private Ground in the Green Strip (1/2)
The massive lights from the city cast large beams onto the battlefield, lighting it up like it was daytime. Krune walked alongside the crowd, noticing the soldiers head into the center of the battlefield while the mercenaries split off to the sides.
Their ground was on the right. They had to travel for around seven kilometers along the battlefield's borders first. The battlefield spanned a length of 20 kilometers and a width of 15 kilometers. So, their ground was almost located along the edge.
As they calmly walked over the sides, Krune noticed that Wrister was getting excited as time passed. The battlefield was a place where life forces were snuffed out one after another. To those who were sensitive to such things, it would make them awry.
Their mental states could collapse upon seeing the numerous losses of lives around them. As for Wrister, he seemed to have entered a state of drunken stupor, precisely because he could feel the loss of life. It seemed that the sensation caused him to be drunk on the lifeforce emanating from his body. It was as if he had a surplus.
Krune was worried if his condition would hinder their battle when Flita assured him, saying, ”Grandfather is always like this. Plus, this state allows him to sense threats clearly. That's partly the reason he had survived the ambush on our family before.”
Even though Flita was speaking calmly, it seemed that she was the same as her grandfather. Her face slowly flushed red as her feet seemed to be tipsy, light-footed. However, Krune realized that she was walking in a stance that made it seem like her body was weightless. 'Is this a trait exclusive to their family?'
Upon seeing that their strange states did more good than harm, Krune didn't comment on the matter, closing his eyes as he walked to get a clearer picture of the battlefield, activating his Sonic Radar.
The innumerous screams and roars, the clashing of blades and claws, the spurting of blood, the collapsing sounds of bodies and limbs falling on the blood-covered ground, the sonic booms caused by the intense exchange between experts along the battlefield, and the intense nauseating stench, Krune took them all in, realizing once again that he was someone who didn't like wars.
It was nauseating to the extreme for him to even be in the place. Unsurprisingly, when he stepped foot on the battlefield and saw the layer of blood that was as high as five centimeters, almost drowning his feet into it, Krune felt the urge to freeze everything in the place and call it a day.
It seemed that when the quantity of blood increased beyond a certain duration, they would overflow and fall into the Abyssal Trench. Because of this, the height of the blood on the battlefield never crossed five centimeters.
The trio began to walk through the battlefield, quickly crossing the private grounds bought by powerful families. Those at the back of the family were youngsters, facing off against the Demon Soldiers as training and a means of revenue.
The stronger demons were killed off before that, only allowing the weaker ones for them to dispose of. That was how the battlefield worked. In the length of 20 kilometers, there was a dividing line at the center.