On the next day, the Allimani coalition began to attack the city as usual. These days, they had no choice but to use trenchers and began to attack Constantineer, but in front of the indestructible wall of Theodossi, the effect of this attack was minimal. Constantineer gathered a large number of stonemasons to urgently repair the damaged wall while Alimani used trenchers to attack. The Allimani trenchers destroyed the wall at the speed of not even as fast as the stonemasons repaired it.

It is precisely for this reason that most lords of the Almany Federation have begun to consider accepting Constantine's peace request.

Ipolita dragged a group of executed civilian bodies from the port of Golden Horn. She personally took a knife and cut a hole in each piece of corpse. Then, she closed her eyes and sat on the ground and began to recite the strange spell that made the wound worse.

While she closed her eyes and recited the spell, many mice ran over and forage among the corpses. The soldiers wanted to drive away the mice, but were stopped by Ipolita.

"They come just right," said Ipolita, "Let me use them."

She sat in the pile of smelly corpses for most of the day. In the evening, she finally stretched and stood up, and then told the soldiers: "Put these corpses into Constantinier with a catapult."

The corpses were thrown into the city, and the soldiers didn't know what it was for.

The moon rises, covering the earth with a layer of silver veil.

Ipolita looked into the distance with a confused look and recited the poem that his mother had coaxed her to sleep when she was a child:

"The flute blower left the town/the moonlight shone, and the melodious sound of flutes came. The rats in the city surged out from all directions, following the flute blower intoxicatedly/Every family's children also ran from home to the road, following the flute blower/He was playing the flute while walking up the mountain/The moonlight was gradually blocked by the clouds. The flute blower, the rats and the children went further and further away, and finally all disappeared in the mountains.

the next day.

"Damn it, why is the weather so cold?"

A soldier shivered and wrapped his clothes tightly. In order to keep warm, he stuffed many straws into it.

"Is it cold?" Another soldier wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Of course, cold, cold, so cold!" Another soldier responded. His teeth were trembling. "Look at the sky, I haven't seen the sun for several days. Damn it now or at night?"

"Don't be lazy over there!" a non-commissioned officer shouted to them angrily, "Pick up the crossbow arrows quickly and run away! If it's a little later, the Allied forces of Almany will be siege the city!"

The soldiers hurriedly did it. A month ago, they were all ordinary citizens, with grooms wrapped in straw, and small vendors who felt the hot, and the tanners who were trembling, and the tanner workshop workers. The discipline was inevitably a little loose.

But just as they were collecting the crossbow arrows, the workers in the tanning workshop suddenly felt weak and fell to the ground, leaving no sound.

The sergeant walked over angrily and kicked him a few times, but the worker had no use to react at all. After investigation, he found that the worker who was still chatting just now was dead. His skin was a faint purple color, and thousands of black bumps appeared on it, which was very terrifying.

The groom exclaimed, revealing his arm—many dark spots had appeared on his skin.

The next afternoon, the groom died. The same dark spots appeared on the skins of small vendors and officers.

This black plague spread rapidly in Constantine.

People have never seen such a terrible disease: it harvests people's lives in pieces like harvesting wheat, and their doctors are helpless. They have to dig up a large pit and bury the dead in groups - but the workers who were still digging the soil the next moment suddenly fell to the ground and were permanently buried in the pit.

In the end, even digging a hole, there was no time to bury these corpses. The dead with dark spots were spread all over the streets of Constantine, covering the entire city with a strong stench.

The sky is still dark and red, and there is no sun. This makes the atmosphere of fear and sorrow even stronger.

Some people say that this is the god of death coming to Constantineer.

The senior officials hid in the castle, closed the door tightly, trying to escape the scythe of the god of death. The civilians screamed and knocked on the door, trying to hide in it together - but after only one night, piles of corpses blocked the gate of the castle.

The priests gathered the believers who were crying and worshiped Apollo again and again. But they did not receive the mercy of the gods. Whether it was civilians or priests, most of the gathered people died in the terrible plague.

Many people had to move into the smelly underground waterway, hoping to take over the Death Scythe. The whole of Constantineer fell into silence.

When patients also appeared in the palace, the siege camp of the Almani Federation welcomed Constantine's envoy for the fourth time.

"Barcelos agrees with all your requests!" the messenger said to Epolita almost crying, "What he knows is the power of the Octavian clan. As long as you can make the sun appear and the plague disappear, whether it is the princess or the minister's daughter, you can take it away as you want!"

Ipolita laughed like never before:

"Your Basels really put down all his figures. Is it different from the slaves begging for mercy under his master?"

The messenger lowered his head and said nothing. He just hoped to get Ipolita's reply as soon as possible

——"But, do you really think I will accept your sum?"

The messenger raised his head in horror.

Ipolita was so laughing that he could hardly stop: "Tell you the truth, from the beginning, I had no intention of living peacefully with you-I would never stop without killing all the people in Constantine."

"Why..."

The messenger stopped before he could finish his words, because he saw Epolita picking up the Apollo bow of the sun god, and he approached it.

"I said - everyone, of course, includes you."

Ipolita shot an arrow, and the messenger fell down.

"No matter how strong the city wall is, people need to stick to it. The Constantineer people now have no power to protect Theodosy wall!"

Ipolita raised the bow of the sun god Apollo and shouted at the lords of the Almani Federation.

"Once--as long as we launch another attack, Constantine will fall! We do not accept peace! Because all the wealth of the Seven Hills Empire will fall into our hands immediately!"

Amid the excited shouts of the soldiers, the Allmani coalition launched a general attack on Constantineer.

"No one can save Constantinier! Even if the Swedish king's navy captured the Black Sea Strait, it would be useless!"

Ipolita shouted frantically at Constantinier.
Chapter completed!