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The city surrounding the tower.

South City.

This is the central hub of the Night Watch system.

The vast majority of the Night's Watch's departments and various operational agencies are located here.

The Night Watch's clerical staff also live and work almost entirely within the city.

In the central square.

Looking ahead, you can see a peculiar inverted triangular building.

The city's residents affectionately call this building "Fork".

Its unique inverted triangular structure and surrounding buildings make it look like a fork.

This is where most of the humanities staff work.

They are still busy at this moment.

In one of the meeting rooms, the attendees were heads of important departments who were temporarily able to attend the meeting.

Alice is facilitating the meeting and planning the next steps.

"We need more supplies."

A dwarf standing nearby said that he represented the expeditionary force of the continent of Taril.

"The Night Watch has plenty of supplies, but you're using them up too fast; we can't even keep up with the demand."

The head of the transportation department next door said with great dissatisfaction.

Recently, most of their transportation capacity has been deployed to the continent of Taril. This is fine for a while, but it's not good to continue for such a long time.

The dwarf was somewhat embarrassed by this situation, but could only say, "The situation on the continent of Taril is worse than we anticipated. The gathering of evil energy has made this continent more aggressive than before."

"The expedition team gained a foothold, but at a great cost. In just a short period of time, one-tenth of the adventurers perished there."

"In this situation, if we don't provide enough supplies, it could greatly hinder our initial exploration efforts, and we might even lose the areas we've already established."

As he spoke, he glanced at the head of another department next to him.

"Furthermore, we need special alchemical weapons that are more powerful and suitable for use in that state of chaotic magic."

Upon hearing this, Blake, who was attending the meeting, quickly interrupted.

"No, your request needs to be postponed. Right now, the main focus of the alchemy laboratory is on debugging alchemical weapons adapted to the Abyss."

Upon hearing this, the dwarf thought for a moment and did not refute it.

"Then we'll have to wait, but as soon as possible."

While the continent of Taril is of great importance, the war in the Abyss is also of great importance, and perhaps even of higher priority.

In particular, the Night's Watch's methods of warfare are evolving, with alchemical weapons making up a significant portion of their arsenal.

If the war in the Abyss doesn't have a suitable and large supply of alchemical weapons, then the Night's Watch would have to pile them up, which would be a huge waste.

Perhaps for many powers and the world, life is not as important as these expensive weapons of war, but for the Night's Watch, no amount of resources or money is as important as people.

The expeditionary force on the continent of Taliel mainly needs more supplies; the lack of weapons will at most slow down the expedition's progress, which is not a big deal.

Popper, who had also taken time out of his busy schedule to attend the meeting, was about to raise his hand to say something when Alyris, who was standing nearby, quickly covered his mouth.

"Don't make things worse, your project is the least urgent."

Popper blinked and silently sat back down in his seat.

Seeing everyone vying for supplies, she wanted to join in too.

They argued and discussed for a long time.

Alyris said, "The supply of materials to the continent of Taliel is partially handled by the [Merchant Guild]."

The caravan leader hadn't expected to have business with him here, and after a moment of surprise, he nodded.

Finally, my brain reacted quickly and I offered a suggestion.

"There are many participants from other factions in the expedition, and there will only be more in the second batch."

We can simply sell the supplies to them at a fair price and let them transport them themselves. Aren't the Night's Watch's standard transport crates already on sale?

Upon hearing this suggestion, the people around discussed it and gave their approval, and Alyris nodded as well.

After chatting for a while, Alysse looked at Blake.

"How is the situation in the Abyss?"

"The Blood Pit Fortress has been built, and His Highness has been operating in the Abyss. It has been verified that experience points can be gained around the Blood Pit Fortress, although at a certain discount compared to normal circumstances, but this is within our expectations."

Therefore, we can begin providing personnel on a long-term, continuous basis, and we are already rotating and redeploying staff.

Upon hearing this, Alyris nodded, and the group began to discuss more details.

…………

abyss.

During acid rain.

There is always a never-ending war going on here.

The original battlefield was mainly concentrated in front of the Bloodbath Fortress, which was the main battlefield. A huge battlefield radiated outwards from the main battlefield.

And now, a new battlefield seems to be opening up.

The crenellations of Blood Pit Fortress have become meat grinders.

Under the torrential rain, fresh blood and congealed black stains flowed together.

The lesser demons and berserkers roared and surged upwards, their claws scraping against the enchanted metal with a piercing noise.

The enormous figure of the Soul Judgement Demon appeared and disappeared amidst the demonic tide.

"Left flank breach! Seventh Squad, block it! Ballistae, incendiary bombs to cover point three!" Leilia's command pierced through the rain, cold as iron.

She stood on high ground, her gaze fixed on the battlefield.

Every now and then, he would nock an arrow from his giant bow and fire it, hitting some of the more powerful demons.

Below is a horrific meat grinder.

A young Night's Watch warrior had a dent in his chest, his shoulder armor shattered, and a deep, bone-revealing wound torn from his collarbone, from which blood mixed with rainwater flowed continuously.

He, however, seemed unaffected and appeared to still feel the pain.

Despite the pain, his eyes remained cold as he dodged a horned demon's attack and stabbed it precisely in the eye socket with a backhand stroke, stirring it up.

Flowing smoothly, ignoring severe damage.

He then pulled out an inconspicuous gray hard plastic tube, bit open the safety cap with his teeth, and gulped down the viscous, blood-red, potent treatment inside.

The muscles in the wound tightened instantly, stopping the bleeding immediately.

The movements became even more swift, the shield slamming the corpses off the city wall, and then heading towards the newly climbed berserker.

Bard, a minotaur avenger standing nearby, watched with twitching eyes. He smashed a berserker into a pulp with his totem pole and roared, "Damn it! Do you Night Watchmen drink your healing potions like water?! One bottle of that potion could be exchanged for two yaks in our tribe!" He was covered in burn marks and half a demon horn stuck in his body, but he didn't care at all.

However, unlike the Night's Watchman beside him, this injury did affect his movements significantly.

A night watchman ran past quickly and casually sprinkled a vial of potion on his wound.

"Oh, thank you!"

He thanked them briefly during a lull in the fighting, then tried to complain, but even more demons surged forward.

A climbing demon was swept away by his giant pillar and fell, its limbs twisted.

"Bard! Watch out for that two-headed overseer! It's brewing a cloud of stench!" Qingyue's voice rang out.

Even in the noisy environment of the battlefield, the elf's chanting tone remained a melodious sound amidst the roar.

An elven ranger swept past like a ghost, his longbow trembled, and a magic-piercing arrow with a faint blue glow at its tip tore through the rain.

The arrows, supplied almost without limit by the Night's Watch, pierced precisely into one of the two-headed overlord's eyes.

Pus and blood spurted out.

The warlord howled in pain, and the spell he had just conjured was abruptly interrupted.

"Haha! It's you wretched long-eared archers again. Are the ghosts of the forest still wailing?" The other, uninjured head of the two-headed overlord let out a sharp laugh, trying to wound the elf with words.

It seems that the two sides have some old grudges.

But the elf remained expressionless, another arrow already nocked, his gaze locked on the creature's throat, and he coldly replied, "Every arrow of Irenia will find its heart in the abyss—just like the next one."

Upon hearing this, Bard's eyes turned bloodshot. In sync with the elf's arrow, the massive totem pole, fueled by vengeful fury, slammed into the body of the two-headed overlord as he leaned over the rampart.

"Shut up! You maggots of the abyss!"

With tremendous force, the totem pole slammed into the neck of the warlord, below his injured eye.

Crack! The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible as the warlord screamed and fell.

Seeing this, the night watchman immediately added insult to injury.

Although these Avengers are very powerful, and their help greatly reduces the pressure on the Night's Watch, they are not members of the Night's Watch and therefore cannot gain experience with demons, thus preventing them from completely killing or permanently weakening demons in this area.

"Burn these bastards to ashes! For the old wine cellars of Anvil Keep!" From the middle of the city wall, the dwarf Grum's roar mingled with a peculiar metallic whistling.

He hid behind a metal bunker formed from solidified alchemy, his roughly-designed "Furnace Breaker" alchemical shotgun spewing out large swathes of molten, white metal.

It instantly vaporized the horde of inferior demons on the cloud ladder.

What lay piled up at his feet were not spent cartridge cases, but rapidly depleting disc-shaped energy magazines, each larger than the palm of his hand.

This is not alchemical equipment provided by the Night's Watch, because the Night's Watch's alchemical equipment has not yet been perfectly adapted to the Abyss environment.

Alchemical weapons like these are not unique to the Night's Watch. Many technologically advanced factions and worlds possess the technology, and Bloodbath Fortress also sells many finished products.

"Hey, Old Stone!"

A few meters away, an orc warrior who was being rotated out shouted to Groom, panting heavily.

"Your fire-breathing treasure has gone silent again? Don't be stingy with your 'magic crystals,' I've left you two boxes against the wall behind me! The Night Watch will have plenty!" He pointed to the four sealed boxes stacked against the wall behind him.

Groom spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with black blood as he cursed as he changed the red-hot energy magazine: "Bullshit! I just overloaded the radiator! This thing is as sturdy as a dwarf!"

He skillfully removed the casing, inserted a new crystal, and the bolt made a crisp click as it closed.

"But... these guys are rolling in money. Even if they threw all that ammunition into the fortress, it would still be some kind of precious commodity. The Night Watch, on the other hand, are treating it like potatoes. Could they be a race that specializes in alchemy? Or did they dig up a treasure trove of equipment in their ancestral graves?"

"I think it looks like it!"

Bard responded loudly, then smashed another berserker demon flat with a pillar. "Look at their armor! It's as hard as the hide of that Soul Reaper! And that potion..."

He glanced again at the Night's Watch warrior who was expressionlessly pouring healing potions onto the bloody wound on his arm.

"They're like walking gold mines, indestructible."

The Night's Watch members around the Avengers did not offer much comment on the Avengers' exclamations.

It's not long been a story that outsiders have been saying the Night Watchmen are rich; they've gotten used to it.

Perhaps I used to be happy and proud, but now, I don't care anymore.

As the group leaned against the battlements to catch their breath, a squad of elite Abyss Stalkers silently emerged from the shadows of the city wall, their sharp claws pouncing on several weary Night Watchmen.

They move swiftly and silently, targeting weaknesses.

The succubus in the lead wore a cruel smile, clearly skilled in hunting.

However, one of the night watch squad leaders seemed to have anticipated this, and suddenly shouted: "Flare!"

These are not simply illuminating the darkness; they also possess the ability to dispel the cloaking of evil.

Several disc-shaped alchemical devices hanging from the waist were instantly activated and launched, emitting a blinding white light.

No stealth fighter can hide from the truth.

Although there are various types of this thing, and different technologies from different worlds, the effect is essentially the same.

These items were provided by the Night's Watch, and the user experience is excellent. I just don't know the price, but the Night's Watch provides them in large quantities.

"Azsharalia!"

The elven ranger's eyes flashed with a cold light as she almost instantly locked onto the leading succubus, who was none other than the demon commander who had participated in burning down her homeland.

I didn't expect to meet you here.

New and old grudges collided in an instant.

The longbow in his hand was drawn back like a full moon.

"We meet again. It seems the lesson from last time didn't teach you to remember the sun's temperature?"

The cruel smile on the succubus Azsharalia's face froze slightly, then turned into an even more ferocious and venomous expression.

"It's you?! The bedbug of the forest! The dying cries of your people were the most beautiful symphony I've ever heard. I still remember the feeling of peeling their skin off!"

She screamed and pounced on me with ghostly speed.

On and around the city walls, the efficiency, ruthlessness, and overwhelming equipment of the human Night's Watch intertwine with the wildness, bravery, and fateful duel of the Avengers of other races.

The Avengers who volunteered and offered assistance were amazed by the Night's Watch's extravagance.

Even in the face of life and death, they still teased each other about the devil. This almost numb optimism was an instinct earned through countless times of crawling out of the abyss's meat grinder.

This is the abyss. Excessive negative emotions can crush a life, dragging it into the abyss and turning it into the very thing they despise.

Therefore, finding joy in hardship and maintaining a positive mindset are essential skills for all Abyss Warriors.

The torches hidden in the heart of the fortress burned steadily, drawing upon and protecting the souls of the Night's Watch.

The distant horns sounded again, accompanied by more and more distorted roars.

The millstone of the Blood Pit Fortress continued to turn.

The Night's Watch's steel torrent and the demons' blood-fire roar clashed and consumed each other wildly amidst the magical glow and the demons' filthy blood.

The grotesqueness and power of demons far surpass that of rats. (End of Chapter)