Sharing Talents with Countless Versions of Myself

"What did you say?!"

Long Yang's face changed drastically, looking at the messenger with an incredibly ugly expression.

"Your Highness, after you left the front line, someone colluded with the enemy and breached the city!"

Long Yang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

When he was at the front, everyone behaved with utmost respect, swearing allegiance to the nation until death. Yet, as soon as he received the message from the Demon Sword and returned to the palace, someone had already betrayed them and the city had fallen.

"Brother Wang, should we try to take back the city?"

Long Kui came back to her senses, looking somewhat bewildered as she asked Long Yang.

Long Yang shook his head, sighing with a resigned look.

"With the enemy's army overwhelming us, we are vastly outnumbered. We can only defend, not attack. Once a city falls, we must move to the next and hold our ground there."

"Where's the next city?"

"Right here."

Long Yang pointed at the ground beneath their feet.

This was the capital of Jiang Country.

Long Kui's face turned pale. Even with her limited military knowledge, she understood that the enemy reaching the capital was a harbinger of the nation's doom.

"The good news is, you don't need to go to the front line anymore. Just wait here in the capital for the enemy to come."

The Demon Sword sent out a mental ripple.

Long Kui tilted her head, sensing something was off.

Long Yang's face darkened, looking at the Demon Sword with disdain.

If it weren't for the need to repel the enemy, he would never rely on a Demon Sword with such a terrible personality!

The siblings returned to the palace, where the remaining soldiers of Jiang Country were all stationed to defend the capital.