I would rather betray the gods

So smelly.

What does it taste like?

In a daze, before Yuzu even opened her eyes, the strange smell around her pierced her olfactory nerves.

I wondered if I had woken up from a dream I had continued from last night. But then I realized something was wrong; how could my room smell like that?

Dream... coronation... going back to the past to see past lives...

The continuous dreams almost made him unable to distinguish between reality and reality. He closed his eyes and pondered repeatedly, finally confirming that he had really returned to the past, because the place he was lying on was hard and damp and was not his bed at all!

Thinking of this, he almost sprang to his feet.

Immediately, a shocking scene came into his view.

A dilapidated city, filled with the smoke of war, with the streets teeming with the homeless, the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled, even at his feet.

Perhaps he was lying on some "kind person's" lap while he was fast asleep.

Suddenly, someone tugged at his trouser leg with such a weak and feeble force.

Yuzu looked down and saw a emaciated old woman.

The old woman's face was as white as paper. She looked at him with almost pleading eyes, then drew his gaze to the little girl in her arms. He dared not say a word, for everywhere there were people like them, too hungry to even stand.

Yuzu immediately understood and was also glad that she always carried a piece of chocolate in her pocket when she had low blood sugar.

He quickly knelt down and fed the little girl the chocolate piece by piece. "Grandma, is there a war going on here? How long have you been besieged?"

The old woman nodded weakly. "It's been more than a month. We haven't been able to hunt, so we've run out of food. Even our house was destroyed by stones thrown in by the enemy."

Rather than an answer, it sounded more like a desperate lament.

"The situation is so dire! What are the soldiers guarding the city eating? How can they have the strength to fight off the enemy if they're not well-fed?" Yuzu observed the surrounding environment and concluded that this was an ancient border town.

"We'll give the general back, even if all the people in the city starve, we won't let him go hungry!" The old woman's dim eyes suddenly lit up as she said this.

It's easy to see that the person she's talking about is absolutely her and the entire city's faith!

One...one person?

Yuzu was shocked. Even though a thousand battle scenarios flashed through her mind, she hadn't expected it to be like this.

He couldn't imagine how one person could guard this city, and his heart pounded with excitement.

"Where is the Great General now?" He wanted to go and see him!

"North Gate." The old woman had no more strength left. After saying this, she hugged the little girl in her arms tightly, leaned against the broken wall, and closed her eyes.

Yuzu glanced at the sun to confirm her location, then turned and ran towards the north gate.

As we approached the north gate city wall, shouts and horn calls echoed across the land from outside the wall.

Needless to say, the morale of the attacking side is very high.

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Yuzu found the steps to climb the wall and stepped up.

Indeed, there were no soldiers guarding the city.

Below the city walls, crowds thronged, a dense, endless sea of ​​people—what a magnificent sight!

Even so, the area within 500 to 600 meters of the city wall was like a vacuum zone, and the attacking army could not cross it even half a step. The two areas were clearly separated, one open and one dense.

If you look closely, a dark shadow always sways at the "dividing line," blocking the attacking side like a rope. Anyone who tries to cross the "dividing line" will mysteriously fall to the ground.

That's...that's a human figure!

Fortunately, the old woman had warned her beforehand, otherwise Yuzu would never have been able to tell what the shadow was based on her eyesight alone.

Holy crap, he single-handedly withstood an army's attack!

Aside from being repeatedly amazed and shocked, Yuzu couldn't find any other words to describe it.

Little did they know that danger was closing in step by step.

The attacking army had long recognized the reality and admitted that the defending general was unshakeable. Today's large-scale infantry assault was just a pretext; the air was their true target.

Seeing that the defending general was firmly pinned to the ground, the attacking army immediately waved its banners, ordering the long-ambushed air force to launch an attack.

In an instant, thousands of large birds flew out from the army and headed straight for the city wall.

Each large bird carried a person on its back, and when these people jumped onto the city wall in unison, they even darkened the sky.

Yuzu, standing alone on the city wall, was stunned by this scene. He knew all too well what it meant for him to be standing there at this moment.

Unfortunately, the path to the top of the wall was blocked by people jumping down one after another.

In his haste, he caught a glimpse of the pavilion on the city wall, and the path leading there was still empty.

So he staggered into the attic and slammed the door shut.

Although the two dilapidated wooden doors in the attic could barely hold up for long, they were better for him than the completely exposed outside.

The attic was completely empty; there wasn't even a decent wooden stick for self-defense. There was just a painting hanging on the wall facing the main entrance.

The painting depicts a beautiful young woman, dressed in flowing robes, barefoot, sitting by a bamboo grove and stream, her head turned to the side, gazing tenderly at the scene.

Although it wasn't a time for leisure and elegance, he still noticed the large characters on the painting: "My wife's last wish is my unwavering commitment."

*Clang!*

Suddenly, with a loud thud, the wooden door of the attic slammed against the wall like a piece of paper and shattered into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, a group of soldiers wielding curved swords rushed in to capture Yuzu, the only "guard" on the city wall.

Yuzu turned around, her face pale, to face the menacing soldiers.

What to do, what to do! His thoughts raced like overloaded gears, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.

The surge in adrenaline made his body more sensitive than ever before, and every inconspicuous sound could trigger his alertness tenfold.

But so what? The gleaming curved blade in the other's hand emanated a chilling aura, as if the cold wind blowing from the cracks of the gates of hell sent shivers down his spine.

During the standoff, he took a step back and his opponent took a step forward, until his back was pressed against the painting hanging on the wall and he had nowhere left to retreat.

At first, the soldiers hesitated to make a move because of Yuzu's strange modern attire, fearing that he might be some kind of extraordinary person. Now it seemed that he was just an empty shell, so they all drew their knives and advanced step by step.

Finished!

Yuzu let out a scream in her heart.

'Ring ring'

Suddenly, the sound of wind chimes rang out.

He looked up in the direction of the sound and saw that a small wind chime was still hanging on the nail where the portrait was displayed; he hadn't noticed it earlier because he was too flustered.

The little wind chime was exactly the same as the one on God King Cancer's wrist. Only then did he understand the true meaning of what Cancer meant by "a medium that can resonate with the past"—it turned out to be the same thing in different timelines.

At this moment, the little wind chime seemed to have a spirit, and seeing that the pomelo was in danger, it emitted a faint red light.

These strange phenomena could only fool the soldiers for a moment, and the other soldiers did not turn their attention back to the pomelo.

Little did they know that the little wind chime was making a call, and someone could hear it!

"Buzz!"

Before long, an invisible pressure suddenly pierced through the attic like a wave, and everyone was shocked on a nerve level, clutching their heads in pain.

Immediately following, a piercing voice rang in everyone's ears: "Anyone who damages my wife's portrait will be killed without mercy!"

Without much thought, Yuzu guessed that the visitor was the city's general.

Like a ray of light piercing through the darkness, he was both excited and thrilled to see hope.

Before the soldiers could recover from the shock of the intimidation, the general's killing spree had already begun.

In an instant, many soldiers fell to the ground, and the blood on the ground gradually flowed into a stream.

Perhaps because she didn't belong to this world, Yuzu wasn't greatly affected by the pressure from the beginning and truly witnessed the entire killing process.

For some reason, he was striking yet not alarming, as if a fierce spirit had always been hidden deep within his soul, only that modern life had made it less obvious.

Seeing that the blood splattered from some soldiers' bodies almost stained the painting on the wall, he turned around to take it down, wanting to protect it for the general.

"Boss, don't touch that painting!"

Another furious shout that pierced the nerves.

It's likely that the general mistook the unusually dressed Yuzi for the leader of the soldiers.

Yuzu felt a chill run down her spine and shuddered, realizing something was wrong!