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After a few months.

The Night's Watch has once again made a big move.

Everyone sprang into action.

There are so many reasons for this, because the core of the northern city they had been building has been completed.

The so-called core part is naturally the most eye-catching thing in the center: the torch.

What is this thing mainly used for?
Within the Night's Watch's upper echelons, this goes without saying.

This will make the Night's Watch the most amazing and enviable presence in all of their blessing ceremonies.

Kana floated above the city, watching the spectacle.

Popper and other key members of the Night's Watch had arrived in the city several days earlier, as they needed to make many preparations before using the Creation Stone.

They weren't the only ones busy at this moment.

All the night watchmen were busy.

A large number of Night's Watch members came to the city and, incidentally, participated in its construction.

Apart from the central core area.

Most of the supporting urban facilities have been completed, and many are already in use.

Some oddly dressed Night Watchmen also appeared here.

Their attire looks somewhat similar to that of the Black and White Dragons; they are the Night's Watch's new force.

Or rather, a new department.

【Soul Attractor】

As their name suggests, these specially selected Night Watchmen will use the power of the Black and White Dragons to guide the souls of the Night Watchmen, nurture and mend their corpses, and assist in their resurrection.

They will be the main administrative bodies of the city of Beicheng, and the focus of this ceremony.

……

The alchemy train, the Black Tower, sped smoothly along the gleaming tracks that circled the Tower of Trials, emitting a deep, rhythmic sound of gears meshing and steam hissing.

The carriage was spacious and bright, inlaid with soft-light crystals, which isolated it from the eternal darkness outside.

However, the diversity of passengers carried in the carriages far exceeds that of the train itself.

Because they come from almost all over the world.

All of them were invited by the Night's Watch.

Preparations began almost six months ago, and invitations have already spread throughout the world.

Just over six months ago, the Night's Watch hadn't invited nearly as many people, yet they all accomplished something that shocked the world.

Unlimited quotas.

The autonomy of blessing.

Now, adventurers' homes have sprung up everywhere, and some far-sighted people seem to have discovered some unspeakable problems.

Of course, most of the nobles did not notice.

Because such a thing had never happened before, they could not predict something that had never happened before.

Those who discover and know about it will naturally keep quiet.

Perhaps it was just that they had offended the Night's Watch.

Now, it is blasphemy.

Through the huge, reinforced crystal windows, the scenery outside rushed past the eastern region.

That was the Night's Watch's "East City".

Some of the nobles present had come to this city to attend the ceremony.

Now, less than a year later, the city has already been completed, but it looks somewhat sparse and lacks vitality.

In the distance, one can even see numerous city walls and fortresses.

The city's armed forces appear to be stronger than those in other urban areas.

The sight elicited a low gasp of surprise from the passengers in the carriage who came from "South City"—a bustling metropolis widely recognized as the center of the world—especially from a few human nobles dressed in extravagantly luxurious attire.

Because their information was somewhat outdated.

It's incomprehensible how the Night's Watch could build a city so quickly.

"By the gods," a count with a meticulously groomed mustache and a chest adorned with medals wiped away non-existent sweat with a handkerchief, "this...this is the Night's Watch's Eastern Territory? It's like a giant armory! Absolutely no aesthetics, only cold pragmatism. The fountain gardens and glass corridors of the South City are the epitome of civilization!"

After all, it's an adventurer's home, so the style leans more towards a warm and realistic feel, though it's also a bit rough and straightforward.

You can't expect these idiots to understand these styles.

Opposite him stood an elven prince with a cool and aloof demeanor, dressed in a robe that seemed to be woven from moonlight and vines—the nominal representative of the Radiant Elves, the world's overlords—Orion Morningstar.

He merely raised his eyelids slightly, glanced out the window, and a barely perceptible hint of disdain curled at the corner of his mouth: "Practical? In the face of the brilliance of the elves, human 'practicality' is nothing but a sandcastle."

"The Night's Watch... are nothing but newly rich upstarts. To convene such a grand spectacle? I hope what they show is worthy of the time we've spent traveling this far."

His voice was like a clear spring striking a rock, pleasant to the ear yet carrying an icy sense of distance.

The Night's Watch rose to prominence in just over a decade.

For long-lived elves, it's almost the blink of an eye, but for those noble elves who have long resided in the elven capital...

External information is meaningless.

Or rather, it's not something you need to worry about.

Because often, by the time they reappear on other continents, a century has passed since the news was first reported, and they have become unrecognizable.

Even though he knew how formidable the Night's Watch were.

His habitual arrogance could not change his words.

“Hey! Elf sir, you can’t say that!” a loud voice interrupted.

The speaker was an exceptionally burly, hairy minotaur warrior with huge, curved bull horns on his head, and a badge on his thick chest symbolizing the Night's Watch's allies.

His name was Stonehoof, and he was one of the representatives of the Minotaur tribe.

The Minotaur are one of the native inhabitants of the continent of Leviathan.

As for Lebia, it is naturally the home of the intelligent life forms among the continents that most despise elves.

In the past, even the most good-natured minotaurs would have started cursing.

However, this time, since they are allies of the Night's Watch, they should still show the proper etiquette.

"We Tauren respect strength, but we respect the strength of protection even more! Our Night's Watch brothers brave the coldest blades in the darkest nights; this 'usefulness' is earned with their lives! This train,"

He patted the soft yet exceptionally sturdy seat beneath him with his large, fan-like hand. "Fast and stable, a hundred times better than our best kodo! This is the Night's Watch alchemy!" He gave a thick thumb.

In any case, the Tauren are definitely staunch allies of the Night's Watch, and almost everyone has now sworn an oath.

Most tauren still want to join the Night's Watch, and the Night's Watch makes up more than 60 percent of the majority of tauren tribes.

It would be almost entirely accurate to say that they are members of the Night's Watch.

“Stonehoof is right, hiss.” A soft, hissing voice rang out. The speaker was a snake-man priest, who was perched on a specially made seat in the corner. His scales shimmered with a faint green light in the soft glow of the carriage, and his vertical pupils gleamed with wisdom.

"Efficiency, hiss, is the key to survival. The construction speed of the North City... is beyond imagination."

“Summoning us is not for show. The Night’s Watch does things… with a deeper meaning. Perhaps, it’s related to the ‘Torch of Light’?” His gaze fell on the front of the carriage, as if he could see through the carriage to the unseen spectacle.

As allies of the Night's Watch, they need to know more.

The elf silently closed his eyes; he was too lazy to talk to these people any further.

After all, he was also representing the Elven race, and continuing to speak arrogantly would definitely cause conflict, which was not what he wanted to see.

The snake people and minotaurs are notorious for hating elves, or rather, the entire continent of Lebia does.

It's best to speak less.

In another corner of the carriage, a group of orcs of various shapes and sizes were excitedly peering out the window.

A young rabbit-man warrior with fluffy rabbit ears and wearing simple leather armor stared wide-eyed at the sky, his long ears twitching excitedly.

"Wow! Look! Look! That glowing moss! It's so beautiful! I've never seen such a large area of ​​fluorescent plants! The elders were right, the Night Watch is truly changing this land!"

By this time, the scenery outside the train carriage had long since left the city behind.

It has transformed into various forest and wilderness landscapes.

Beside her, a tall, slender fox-woman with a languid yet cunning air tapped the windowpane lightly with her well-maintained claws, her golden eyes filled with shrewd calculation: "It's not just about looks, little one. It means a stable and renewable source of light and... potential medicinal value."

"The commercial potential of the North City...tsk, the Night Watchmen really went all out this time, inviting so many people."

"The business world is in turmoil... What am I talking about? Merchants have long been in the hands of the Night's Watch."

Even now, she maintains a close partnership with the Night's Watch's merchant guild.

Whatever industry the Night's Watchmen are involved in, they will take it all for themselves.

The bestowal of blessings is no joke.

There are countless businessmen who have gone bankrupt, and many businessmen throughout the business world are very dissatisfied with the Night's Watch's domineering behavior.

The focus on both quality and quantity nearly destroyed many industries.

As for now, the quota has been opened up.

All they had to do was shout "Long live the Night's Watch!"

Beside her stood a werewolf warlord, clad in thick fur and with eyes as sharp as knives, arms crossed, his deep voice carrying an undeniable authority: "Strategic vision? Hmph. I only care about the power the Night's Watch has displayed. To build such a colossal city so quickly, to possess such efficient alchemical creations... and that legendary 'Torch of Light'."

“They’re gathering all forces more like a show of force, to establish a new order. That elf boy,” he gestured toward Orion, making no attempt to hide the mockery in his voice, “is still basking in the glory of the past, foolish.”

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Orion glanced at him, then turned his gaze away dismissively.

A lion-man elder, his mane billowing like flames, spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant like a lion's roar, carrying an air of regal composure: "Power needs to be witnessed, Wolf King. The Night Watch guards the 'night' of the entire world, and if their 'order' can truly bring lasting peace, it will be a blessing for all living beings."

"What I'm more curious about is that torch...is it merely a symbol, or...some kind of weapon or...key that we don't yet understand? Perhaps gathering so many eyes is to witness the beginning of a new era?"

His gaze was deep, also fixed on the unknown darkness ahead.

Of course, the new era may have already begun six months ago with this summons.

This time it was even grander.

What is the Night's Watch's intention?
Are they finally going to start taking a high-profile approach to the world situation?
First and foremost, they will face the elven civil war, a headache for all races.

But when I think of the god Kana...

It doesn't seem as difficult as I imagined.

"New Era?"

The human count chuckled, fiddling with a large gemstone ring on his finger. "I only hope that our accommodations in the North City are comfortable enough, and that the banquet after the ceremony is befitting our status. The Night's Watch had better understand that they need our... um... influence."

That's an idiot.

I don't know which country put forward this gilded fool, almost no one pays him any attention.

I really don't know how I got into this carriage.

Orion Morningstar closed his eyes again to rest, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him, but the faint sneer at the corner of his mouth deepened.

Short-lived species are indeed foolish.

Amidst the murmurs filled with racial characteristics, arrogance, curiosity, shrewdness, and awe, the alchemical train passed through the last tunnel that hugged the base of the Black Tower.

The future is suddenly bright!
The cold, dark north wall of the Tower of Trials was like a curtain of despair suddenly drawn back, and beneath that curtain lay a breathtakingly bright place!

A grand city, still under construction but already displaying its magnificent splendor, unfolds before all passengers.

The streets are neatly planned and exude a sense of power, with sturdy stone buildings standing side by side, and magical runes flowing with a faint light on the surface of the buildings.

At the heart of the city, the 100-meter-tall "Torch of Light" stands like a pillar of strength, its swollen crown radiating a soft yet firm milky-white glow that dispels the darkness of the surrounding area, illuminating the city like a dream in broad daylight.

Even more breathtaking is the sight of a magnificent, elegant, and majestic black-and-white dragon silhouette clearly visible atop the crown. It lies there silently, like a totem guarding the heart, and the aura of life and death seems to emanate from afar.

"hiss--!"

"Gods!"

"Holy light is above!"

"Look at the dragon! Look at the light!"...

All the discussions, arrogance, and calculations inside the carriage were replaced by pure shock at this moment, turning into a chorus of instinctive exclamations.

The Night Watchmen... inexplicably built another city.

Are they really going to create a city surrounded by towers?

This is no joke.

If a city were to be built around the Tower of Trials, its size would far exceed everyone's imagination.

But the Night's Watch seemed to be serious.

With major urban areas already constructed in three directions, the city surrounding the tower may truly be visible in the near future.

And inside the car.

Whether it was the elven prince's slightly open mouth, the human count's jaw that had forgotten to close, the orcs' awe-inspiring gaze, or the minotaur Stonehoof's proudly puffed-out chest and the knowing glint in the snake-man priest's eyes, all were frozen in this picture of hope in the darkness created by the Night's Watch.

The alchemy train slowly pulled into the magnificent station in the north of the city, its whistle sounding a long blast of arrival.

As the car doors opened, spectators of various races and with diverse motivations, their hearts pounding with excitement, stepped onto this land that was being redefined by light.

More and more trains will continuously bring more delegates here.

The transportation of personnel alone takes more than a week.

The scale of this watchman's ceremony was unprecedented.

No faction outside the Night's Watch could understand what the Night's Watch was trying to do.

But anyway.

The Night Watch has almost reached the pinnacle of world power, and they cannot sit at the center in a peaceful manner like the Church of the Holy Light.

After all, there are few forces more martial than the Night's Watch now.

High in the sky, Kana silently watched the first group of outsiders arrive. (End of Chapter)