Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

It took Emel three full days to get to the ruins.

When he was first allowed to return to the battlefield, the nobles gave him a good horse, but on the way, he found that the soldiers he led were nothing more than a group of peasants who had just been conscripted into the army in the fields, and had not tasted the aroma of meat for a long time, so he killed the horses on the first day and gave each soldier a small piece of horse meat equally, although each soldier actually got only a small piece, but they still felt happy.

Emel could never have imagined that he had come to his aid in such a place, where the boulders that could be seen everywhere seemed to fall from the sky, smashing houses into ruins, and blood pooling into small streams in the streets, slowly devouring the corpses of dead soldiers and useless weapons.

"Is anyone still alive?".

The soldiers were shocked to look at this mountain of corpses and blood, some of the corpses had not yet emitted the smell of rancidity, it was hard to imagine what kind of great battle had been experienced here before, slowly, their eyes gathered in one place, the huge corpse that had been dismembered beyond recognition, and for a moment, they even forgot to sympathize with these dead people.

Emer shouted, one or two times, trying to find the survivors among the corpses

"It's you!" Lalheim, who had just leaned out of the ruins, looked at Emel and said with tears in his eyes, "Come and see, everyone! This is the first Imperial Man to kill the Imperial!".

Only then did the people open their eyes, and some poked their heads out of the rubble, some crawled out of the pile of corpses, and looked at Emel as if they saw the hope of life, and their empty eyes lit up again.

Emel was both happy and sad, looking at them as if they had just landed on the ground, and the blood curdled into a dry membrane on their bodies.

"Where's the commander of your team?".

"Me!" Larheim heard the sound and ran over, and could see that he was in a hurry, just stepping on his boots and wearing the innermost armor, "My name is Larheim, if you want, just call me Lala." "

Emer wanted to avoid the name because it was too familiar, but he still felt strange because his name was the same as the town he lived in, and the Royals didn't name themselves after regions.

Probably because the name reminded him of the Numenting relationship, Emel said with a solemn expression: "Please tell me about your situation." “

Lalheim called out to the last remaining soldiers, and in a few moments the last thirty soldiers were gathered together, alive, but their faces were as dead as ashes, and there was no life in sight, some of them were covered in blood, like demons who had just crawled out of hell.

Once the team was assembled, Lalheim began to brief Emel about the team.

"Our team of 200 people, half a month ago in the billion rubino assembled for Domanic, at that time I received the information that the front line has completely collapsed, Domanik is one of the last three barriers to protect the capital, received the task of defending this place, and when we arrived here, we found that the thousand garrisons here were basically dead and wounded, we spent two days burying their bodies, during this time, we found the bodies of two imperial people and the extra two right arms, they fought bravely. "

"Only. Two. "

Emer was startled at first, then immediately adjusted his mood and motioned for Lalheim to continue.

"Well," Lalheim said, with no change in his face, "because we didn't find any traces of the Imperials when we came, I assumed that Domanik had not been breached, and then we camped here, and three days ago we spotted a lone Imperian coming from the west, so we set a trap, and I thought we had restrained his movements, and as a result... Twenty soldiers and a hundred later... Dead outside the city, he alone turned the place into ruins two days later, thankfully we killed him an hour ago, and the body was there, and now the whole team counted me as only thirty men. "

Emer looked around, sighed, ordered the soldiers behind him to bury them, turned to Lalheim and the other soldiers, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, now you can go back to the rear to rest, and leave it to us here." "

I don't know if Emel said something wrong, and the thirty survivors fell silent, and the silence of the air whitewashed the place as a real hell, until a mad soldier cried out.

"No!".

A soldier with a wrinkled face walked out of the rubble, and a normal person would probably be startled when he saw his face, because one of his eyes had protruded from it, and his spirit was a little abnormal, and his tone was sometimes light and heavy.

"Before this brute came, I buried forty corpses, some of whom looked to be children under twenty years old, some of whom had their bodies cut in half, some of whom had their heads pinched, and who at first vomited out, but who had gotten used to it, and I wondered at that time that if they were still alive, and knew that they and their companions had only been replaced by two Imperial people after their deaths, they would have felt that their death was meaningless. "

Suddenly, he scolded excitedly: "It took more than a hundred of us to kill this brute! More than a hundred! Whether you want to take the credit for killing this brute for yourself or not, I will not run away, because their death is not worth it!"

The next second, he said sadly, "There is a young man, it was he who pushed me away at the last moment, so I was not crushed to death by the collapsed wall, he died, I don't even know his name." "

Uncontrollably, Emer stepped forward and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry, we're late." “

He looked at Emel and gritted his teeth as if pleading, "Please let me stay, I will kill a few more Imperials, I can't let that young man and the others die in vain." “

Emel looked at the other survivors and saw that they all had the same expressions on their faces, and asked, "Are you the same?"

"That's right!".

"We're going to slaughter those beasts!".

"I'm going to bite off the ears of the other beasts as if I had just chewed on the beast's eyeball. "

Lalheim looked at Emel closely, his expression was mixed, as if he was melancholy, but his eyes seemed to be sympathetic, and his clenched fists seemed to be angry, and he slowly lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"I understand," said Emer, looking up after a while, his expression changed, "but promise me to live as long as you can." "

Stay alive.

How gentle these three words are.

Even if no one feels like they can still live as before, after having this experience.

After that, the surviving soldiers were carried to a fortunate place behind the city of Domanik, where they were not yet in ruins, and the soldiers led by Emel began to bury the dead soldiers.

Emel was also one of the gravediggers, and he took off his coat and took out a shovel from the rubble, and at that moment, he passed the two men.

Every time he brushed shoulders with someone since Dinkma, Emer remembered the general's words in his ears, haunting him like a nightmare, but from this moment on, the torture was nothing.

"I just fell asleep and I saw... I saw two hundred heads in front of me, staring at me with big blood-colored eyes, and myself in them, and I couldn't stand it anymore, I didn't want to sleep anymore. "

Emel dragged the shovel into the sea of corpses, and when he lowered his head, it was a corpse trampled to the point of disfigurement, and he remembered the hall of Numen, when he also gazed at the purgatory with a standing posture.

"How long is this damn war going to destroy people?".