Chapter 43: The Thousand-Year Lance Pompeii

Standing before the gates of Lance Pompeii, which could truly be called “massive,” not only Isaiah, Snow, and Istvan, but even Luo Yan felt a bit dizzy…

In his previous life, Luo Yan had visited Lance Pompeii, but at that time, Lance Pompeii had already become a ruin after the fires of war. Today, as he saw this “City of War Souls” with his own eyes—weathered yet intact for a thousand years, and established even earlier than the Davoma Empire—Luo Yan finally understood how the mere five hundred thousand soldiers and civilians of Lance Pompeii had resisted a wolf-like army six times their size for three full months back then.

This city… was simply too spectacular!

The city looked as if it had been carved out of a giant mountain. The black city walls, over a hundred meters high, had no regular lines; instead, they were exquisitely carved according to the terrain. The higher parts were chiseled into fortresses, and the lower parts were still dozens of meters high, meaning some low-level magic spells could not even reach the top.

Passing through the twenty-meter-high city gate, they entered the barbican. Four even larger fortresses surrounded the area. The sense of pressure brought by the tall, deep-black walls was enough to make anyone feel awe. Luo Yan had never imagined that simply looking at a city from a distance could bring such a shock to his soul.

That pressure seemed to come from the depths of the soul… that overwhelming aura of majesty…

In this ancient city with nearly a thousand years of history, the streets were still smooth and without any cracks. Carriages ran upon them exceptionally steadily. It was said that Lance Pompeii was once the capital of the thousand-year Nemiz Empire. The Nemiz royal family spent a full one hundred and fifty years building this magnificent city. Its majesty suppressed the Orc grasslands thousands of miles away like a cold, snowy mountain.

The monarch guarded the frontier! The capital of the Nemiz Empire was always on the front line of war. For thousands of years, they used blood and souls to guard the border of human society, facing the Orc grasslands from afar!

[In that era, Lance Pompeii was an endless nightmare for the Orcs!]

However, heroes always have a time when their souls break. The great Nemiz did not fall under the swords of the enemy, but fell under a conspiracy from their own compatriots behind them. Five hundred years of chaotic times created countless heroes, but also left countless sorrows… Nemiz was a victim of those five hundred years of chaos. When the last Grand Duke of Nemiz died miserably under the blade of a Shadow Race assassin hired by another human empire, the powerful Nemiz Empire finally collapsed!

What followed was endless bloody slaughter. That large empire did not fare well either. The Nemiz people, who had forged determination deep in their souls, proved their resolve through action: if they lost their country and home, no one would survive! A great empire was thus destroyed by the Nemiz people, who sought revenge regardless of their own lives. Not only did they fail to usurp Nemiz, but they also lost their own country. It was precisely because of the fall of these two great empires that new empires like Davoma rose.

No one managed to obtain Nemiz, and the place fell into chaos for three hundred full years…

During those three hundred years of extreme chaos, the Nemiz people continued to suppress the ambitions of the Orcs. No matter what conflicts or grudges existed between themselves, once they encountered the movements of the Orcs, they always stood united against the outside world, silently guarding the border of human society…

Three hundred years later, the Davoma Empire, having prepared its army and horses, finally arrived beneath Lance Pompeii. They had prepared for this day for a full hundred years!

As a result… the ruler of Lance Pompeii at that time gave up resistance and directly announced his surrender…

He said: Beneath the walls of Lance Pompeii, the blood of human compatriots shall not flow!!

In this way, Lance Pompeii belonged to the new empire. The Lons Administrative District, the most special administrative region closest to the Orcs, was established. From the first day of its founding, it carried a destiny spanning a thousand years.

…Even through a thousand long years, not a single drop of human compatriots’ blood had ever flowed beneath the walls of Lance Pompeii…

[The Hall people, descendants of Nemiz, defended the declaration of their ancestors with their lives. When Lance Pompeii vanished into history a hundred years “later,” they took away a full one million and five hundred thousand Orc elites!!]

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A story of the old days of Lance Pompeii left a group of teenagers feeling blood-boiling excitement. Luo Yan was actually even more excited than they were, because he “knew” the “future” history of Lance Pompeii that others did not… However, the state of mind he had developed over one hundred and forty years meant that Luo Yan could only feel a sense of lament rather than emotion. It was hard to say if such a deep state of mind was truly a good thing.

Since there was no scene to show off their passion, the first thing Luo Pei arranged after entering the city was naturally to find a house. The prosperity of Lance Pompeii was, of course, beyond the imagination of the “country bumpkins” from Talim Village. As the carriage ran slowly through the streets, both Isaiah and Snow strained their heads out of the carriage windows, unable to see enough.

Although it followed the design logic of a fortress, Lance Pompeii had once been the capital of a nation. It had all the necessary commercial districts, residential areas, cultural zones, and handicraft districts. The massive city was artificially divided into several irregular areas—for example, nobles and commoners certainly would not go to the same commercial district.

Luo Pei finally chose a mid-range hotel near the northern cultural district to rest. With his wealth, he could afford this kind of spending, but the magnificent luxury hotels were beyond what they could imagine… Fortunately, for Isaiah and the others, a hotel of this level was already unimaginably luxurious!

Choosing this area was naturally for the convenience of their actions over the next few days. Luo Pei had no connections in Lance Pompeii. The only person he could try to reach was Bishop Davidson, who had been introduced by Sister Lily. Although he did not believe the Bishop could provide much help, it did not stop Luo Pei’s plan to visit him tomorrow.

Only after arriving in Lance Pompeii did he learn that a total of eight churches were formally stationed here. Compared to the Holy Light Church, whose doctrines were relatively mild, the brave Temple of the War God was more favored by the Hall people. However, the Fuller Cathedral where Bishop Davidson stayed was the largest cathedral in Lance Pompeii. The cathedrals of these eight churches were all arranged in the northern cultural district. Luo Yan was quite curious if they would fight each other over preaching!

—Even if they took turns one church per day a week, it seemed they still couldn’t divide the time evenly…