A different world game? A different world game!

The coastline of the continent of Taril was finally revealed to everyone in perfect clarity.

However, it seems to be quite different from the legend.

It was neither the dreamy, lush forest of elves nor the vast, fertile countryside of a human kingdom.

What comes into view is a world that is both primal and wild, and twisted, which is unsettling.

Near the shore is a unique, undulating forest.

The trees were abnormally tall, and their growth pattern gave a strange sense of disorder, lacking the order and naturalness that trees should have when they grow.

Many thick branches intertwine and entwine, displaying a rusty dark brown or dark green color. The huge canopy blocks out a large part of the sky, and the light that penetrates is sparse and murky.

The forest was not silent; one could vaguely see many large, fast-moving shadows flashing by, accompanied by the occasional muffled roars or sharp hisses of creatures whose identities were indistinguishable.

The air was filled with a mixture of decaying plants, a strong earthy smell, and a kind of omnipresent, chaotic, magical odor, like damp sulfur mixed with copper rust. Taking a breath made one feel a slight stinging and burning sensation in their lungs.

The moment you see this godforsaken place, you feel physically uncomfortable, especially for adventurers.

Beyond the forest, on the distant inland horizon, the silhouette of a massive, towering shadow looms in the distance.

It was by no means a natural mountain, but a huge, angular, broken, and collapsed stone structure, like the ruins of some collapsed ancient Tower of Babel or lost temple, shrouded in a thin mist, exuding a desolate and ominous aura.

Even more awe-inspiring were the creatures soaring in the sky—flying giants with wingspans easily exceeding those of the largest griffins. Their gliding postures defied the laws of physics with a ferocious ferocity. Their bizarre shapes, some covered in thick bone armor, others trailing long, tattered wing membranes, silently circled high in the sky, like sentinels released from this deadly land.

The entire world seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, suffocating, and violent energy field.

"My beard..."

The silver dwarf, Durek, lay on the ship's side, looking at the shore, muttering to himself, nearly dropping the ore in his hand.

"This place... even the stones seem to want to smash someone's face."

The fleet slowly anchored some distance from the perilous coastline.

The adventurers clung to the ship's railing, gazing at the land shrouded in the aura of death.

"See that? That wooden wall by the sea? That's the advance team's territory."

To be honest, it's rather rudimentary, which is quite different from the usual impression of the Night's Watch.

A human adventurer pointed to the rudimentary outpost, then his gaze was drawn to the mountain of giant beast carcasses piled up beneath the low wall.

"Good heavens! What are those things?! Born from a lizard and a wild boar? And they have so many thorns!"

The orc warrior beside him licked his fangs: "They look tough enough. More tough bones than the sea."

Just bragging.

If it weren't for the scene below that surprised many adventurers, someone would definitely be criticizing him.

He wasn't as valiant as he claimed during the previous naval battles.

The elderly elven mage, Lia, twitched her nose sharply and frowned: "It's not just the smell of blood... there's some kind of... foul magic permeating the air, so thick it's suffocating."

“This land itself is hostile to life.” Her words made even the more perceptive adventurers subconsciously rub their throbbing temples.

However, this was expected, as the Night's Watch had emphasized it very clearly.

Everything on the continent of Taril is dangerous; everything here has become extremely aggressive due to chaos, past wars, and the evil of last year.

Hogg, carrying his axe, impatiently stomped his foot on the deck: "Screw it! When am I supposed to go down and chop to my heart's content? Are we supposed to paddle our little sampans right up to that pile of rotten flesh?"

"I came here well beforehand and made all the necessary preparations."

"That's right, that's right, fortune favors the bold."

"It looks scary, but we're in this line of work, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Exactly, it's much better to come here to develop the area than to fight for those damned nobles."

"At least the Night's Watch are better than those damned nobles, aren't they?"

"Haha, well said, brother."

Just as everyone was discussing and thinking that what would happen next was jumping off the small boat, braving the attacks of wild beasts to reach the beach, and then joining the advance force on the island to slowly build up a camp.

An unexpected situation has arisen.

This scene will be deeply etched in the minds of every adventurer who witnessed it, and even the Night Watchers will remember it clearly.

This is another kind of beauty that the Night's Watchman presents to others.

It is no longer simply big, nor merely majestic.

The flagship of the entire expeditionary fleet—the Expeditionary—suddenly moved.

The deep, powerful command came through the fleet communications, and the vibrations of the voice could be felt even through the ship's hull.

Without a doubt, it was the dwarven sage Lurek: "Expeditioner! Beach! Top speed! Armor lock-on! Shield focus on bow!"

"what?!"

The crew, who had just been discussing disembarkation tactics, were instantly stunned.

The enormous warship was at the very front of the formation, so they could see it very clearly.

"What is he doing? Is he going to run into it?!"

"The water isn't deep enough! The hull is going to break!"

"Old Stone's had too much to drink, hasn't he?!"

Although Lurek was already one of the most open-minded types of dwarves, and because he had spent time with the people of Kana, his personality wasn't as rigid as that of a normal dwarf.

But for these adventurers, it was still unbearable, hence the nickname "Old Stone".

But that’s not the point right now.

The massive brass propeller at the stern of the flagship roared like never before, churning the seawater like a boiling, deep blue soup.

The massive ship suddenly accelerated and crashed straight into the beach littered with reefs and broken bones!

"Ahhh! He actually charged in! Has he gone mad?!"

"Damn it, we're under attack again. Is the enemy controlling his ship?"

"Damn it, we haven't even landed on the island yet." All the adventurers were stunned by this scene; they couldn't understand why this was happening.
But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a good thing, and many people are already prepared to continue fighting.

Boom-! ! ! !

A deafening loud noise!

The bow plunged hard into the shallows, and the enormous impact caused the massive steel body to shudder and lift violently.

At this point, clever people realized that the advance team on the landing beach had already provided them with a certain amount of space and convenience.

It seems they had received word that the ship would come up and made the necessary preparations, but not everyone could see it, nor could everyone analyze such a possibility.

The hull rubbed violently against the sand and gravel, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The seawater was pushed high, like an angry white curtain slamming onto the deck.

Everyone on the ship behind gripped the anchor points tightly, their hearts pounding in their throats.

But his eyes were fixed on what was ahead.

However, the expected fracture did not occur.

As the bow sank deep into the sand, the heavy armor modules on both sides and the bottom of the hull emitted a loud "crackling" sound.

Buzz—Zzz—!
Several enormous, semi-transparent energy shields with silver-gray patterns unfolded from specific locations on the ship's hull, slamming into the sand and rocks on both sides and behind like giant wings, instantly stabilizing the violently shaking ship.

This is no longer a floating ship, but a giant steel anchor deeply rooted in the shore.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous, deep, and powerful metallic rumble emanated from the entire ship.

Amidst the billowing smoke and mist, the adventurers were astonished to see what was happening.

The massive armor modules on the outer side of the ship resembled the scales of a giant beast, unfolding one by one upwards, outwards, and forwards.

The originally smooth hull instantly "grew" out layers of sharp-edged metal defensive barriers.

Some large gun turret platforms that were originally hidden inside the ship rose up quickly like mobile towers and were rotated to their preset battle positions, with their gun muzzles pointing menacingly toward the inland coast.

The towering structure at the rear of the bridge underwent rapid reorganization, and a more prominent command tower equipped with multiple energy antennas and large searchlights was "pulled out".

The stern deck features a complex array of metal rails and an extended, fenced landing and loading/unloading platform.

The most awe-inspiring part is the hull, where a massive hatch opens downwards, and the internal giant hydraulic struts crash to the ground like the legs of an ancient giant.

At the same time, a large number of pre-cast metal box structure modules were separated from the inside. With the assistance of the robotic arm, these modules quickly slid down and stacked, forming two solid flank defense watchtowers on both sides of the flagship in less than ten minutes, like loyal guards protecting the main body.

The entire process was extremely fast, with the metal clanging and the structure stretching and deforming, like a steel behemoth stretching its limbs.

As the dust settled and the cacophony of machinery subsided, the scene that unfolded before everyone plunged the entire beach into an eerie, deathly silence.

The outline of that massive alchemical warship, the "Expeditionary," is still clearly discernible.

It is no longer a ship floating on the sea, but has become a mobile steel fortress that is half ship and half city, deeply embedded on the coast and connected to the land.

The bow still retains its majestic wolf head shape, but now it seems to be crawling and roaring on the ground.

The main structure of the ship still exists, but it is covered with fierce and heavy riveted armor "skirts", and the layered fortress-like structure looks like a steel jungle that naturally extends from the ship's hull.

The unfolded turret, the rising tower, and the extended massive loading and unloading platform all proclaimed its "landing completion".

The two outermost watchtowers, rapidly assembled from metal modules, resembled newly formed steel teeth.

It completely covered the previous rudimentary wooden and stone defenses, becoming the most dazzling steel backbone on the coastline.

The exhausted but stunned watchmen on the shore forgot to even raise their hands to wipe their sweat.

Even the Night's Watch had only heard the news and made preparations, but when the scene actually unfolded before them...

It still left them in disbelief.

Did we, the Night's Watchmen, make this?
Finally, all these surprises and doubts were revealed, turning into a single sentence in my heart.

"We Night Watchmen are really awesome."

On the other ships in the fleet, all the adventurers were speechless, their jaws practically dropping to the deck.

After a long silence, a young human mercenary stammered, "My God... the ship... the ship has turned into a fortress?!"

"The Night's Watch's skills... is this really something that can be done so easily?"

Another older adventurer repeated the words blankly.

A newly recruited dwarven engineering apprentice, trembling with excitement, shouted to his equally stunned old miner father beside him, "Dad! Did you see that? That ship's bottom module was released just now. That guide rail structure, that's the latest technology."

"Direct rigid anchoring! And those precast boxes! Oh my god! I...I have to learn this! I absolutely must learn this!"

This scene has an almost irresistible and fatal attraction for young people, even young people of short stature.

Many adventurers who originally did not want to join the craftsmen were deeply impressed by the Night Watchers' out-of-time skills when they saw this scene.

Which engineer could resist this sight? Which alchemist could withstand this sight? Which magician could refrain from investigating this sight?
The clever halfling Kirk's eyes widened like saucers as he muttered to himself, "Good heavens, this behemoth just stands here, complete with its own walls and cannons... What should we call this place? 'Shipbed Ship'? That doesn't sound imposing enough... 'Giant Anchor Fortress'?"

In any case, all the rumors about the Night's Watch that had reached their ears now took on a real meaning at this moment.

It turns out that those rumors that once sounded exaggerated might not have been exaggerated at all, but rather a reflection of reality.

Just then, a clear, rugged voice with a metallic amplification echoed from the steel behemoth standing on the beach—or rather, its command tower, which had been converted from a bridge.

The sound echoed throughout the entire coastline.

"Attention all personnel! 'Warship Port' is in position! Immediately begin unloading supplies and setting up camp! Establish a defensive perimeter centered on the fortress! Exploration teams, prepare to advance into the jungle!"

Lurek's voice, with its distinctive metallic quality characteristic of dwarves, announced the name of this steel fortress—Battleship Harbor!
This will be the starting point of the expedition, and the forward base established by these first expeditions.

It wasn't until this moment that the adventurers suddenly erupted in chaos.

Shock, elation, and an indescribable mix of emotions surged through the crowd.

So this is how amphibious landing operations can be conducted.

It turns out that the Night's Watch's trump card was to directly bring an impregnable fortress from the sea to the shore.

The hideous monster corpses still piled up on the mudflats seemed less frightening in the face of this colossal steel structure that had risen instantly.

The [Battleship Port], like a cold, wolf-headed boulder, is firmly embedded in the millennia-silent coastline of the Taril continent, proclaiming that the first cornerstone of the Night's Watch's expedition has been laid. (End of Chapter)