Qianye was covered in dust, and nothing more than rags were left of his combat robes. His armor wasn’t any better, and that was only because Young Dragon’s materials were sufficiently robust. The grey paint Qianye had applied had peeled off in many areas, revealing the silvery white underneath—the mottled color was no different from the wall of an old house.

There was a routine checkpoint set up before the barracks area to verify the identity of the visitors.

While waiting, Qianye discovered that the designation number of the guards there had changed. Perhaps they had been transferred away or their squad had some other use for them. Either way, it wasn’t a good thing for ordinary soldiers. There was no better position than a base guard during times of war.

Following the short line forward, he suddenly noticed some bullet holes and shrapnel marks on the walls. Traces of battle could still be seen although a good part of the wall had been repaired and repainted.

“Was there a dark race attack?” Qianye inquired.

A veteran replied, “It was last week, several dozen vampires and arachne launched a raid. Their firepower...