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Bloody battle on the battlefield.

Blood Pit Fortress.

The demons attacked again and again, crashing down like waves.

Driven by the will of the abyss, these demons will not tolerate the sudden appearance of another fortress on this bloody battlefield.

The initial explorations ended in disastrous failure.

This all-out offensive also yielded no benefits.

Anyway.

After that, Blood Pit Fortress was able to be relatively stable for a while, and it was able to gain a foothold.

Whether it can truly stand here depends on whether it can withstand the persecution from the various methods and conspiracies of the devil.

The clamor of battle gradually subsided, leaving only the rushing sound of blood rain and acid from the abyss washing away the blood and grime, and the unwilling roars of demons in the distance.

The filth of the abyss mingled with the scent of the Night's Watch's alchemical potions, creating a unique, nauseating yet subtly triumphant atmosphere.

Bard slammed the totem pole heavily to the ground, his rough hands wiping away the foul-smelling black blood splattered on his face as he breathed heavily.

Damn it, you demon, die!

He survived the battle with the demons once again, and once again he avenged his homeland by collecting even more debts.

Every extra moment lived, every extra demon slain, reduces hatred by a fraction.

Nothing brings as much pleasure as the solace of having one's hatred avenged and resolved.

This solace is what keeps him going, even as he fights relentlessly in this bloody battle in the abyss.

He breathed out.

His bull-like eyes swept over the mountain of demon corpses piled up below the city wall, but his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Hey! Elf! Old Stone! Look over there!"

He pointed hoarsely to an area with less debris at the foot of the city wall.

There lay the remains of several berserkers killed by the Night Watch's concentrated fire.

As Bard spoke, everyone was astonished to see that the demon corpses, which should have slowly dissipated in the abyss environment and eventually been recycled and reforged by the will of the abyss, were now decaying and disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dark purple, tough demon hide quickly lost its luster, drying out and cracking; the knotted muscles turned ashen and scattered like burnt charcoal; finally, even the large demon horns turned to ashes in a few breaths, washed away by rain and blood, seeping into the earth and disappearing without a trace.

The whole process wasn't very fast, but it definitely exceeded the normal speed.

"My money! No, I mean such good materials!" a short race member shouted frantically.

A tall creature nearby kicked him away.

"Is this the point?!"

Is now the time to focus on this kind of thing?

"A long beard..." Groom also witnessed this scene, forgetting to put away the scorching "Furnace Breaker" in his hand, his mouth slightly agape. "What... what's going on? I've been fighting in Bloodbath Fortress for thirty years, and even demons drenched in holy water haven't rotted this fast!"

If a deity were involved, that would be one thing. However, the legendary, very young savior did not directly participate in this battle.

The demons, in a tacit agreement, did not deploy any god-level combat power. After all, this was only the initial stage of the battle, and it would be inappropriate to send in top-tier combat power right away.

The elven ranger removed her cold battle armor, revealing a beautiful but deeply weary face. Her pointed ears twitched slightly, her brows were furrowed, and her emerald eyes were fixed on the ground where the demons were "evaporating."

She wasn't particularly skilled at sensing changes in corpses, but rather keenly perceived a... eerie "flow".

Although this is no longer her former home.

Although this is no longer the world where she could clearly perceive the changes in the environment.

Having fought in this bloody battlefield of the abyss for so long, she had long since become able to detect some different scents and aromas in the environment.

“It’s not just corpses… I can feel it…” Her voice was ethereal, tinged with disbelief.

"Their very existence is being forcibly extracted and shattered... Not just their souls, but even a part of the essence that constitutes their physical form is being devoured by the 'land' here... No... It's more like being forcibly stripped away and digested!"

This sense of deprivation was more thorough and domineering than any purification ritual she was familiar with. And it was definitely not the abyss's normal digestion.

"It's an attack by the Night's Watch!"

A humanoid mercenary, covered in wounds and bandaged, leaning against the edge of the battlement, spoke in a hoarse voice.

He was not young; his face was covered with deep wrinkles and old scars, and his eyes were cloudy but full of wisdom.

He is Roger "Old Dog", a veteran who has struggled in Bloodbath Fortress for more than 20 years, and one of the first Avengers to be drafted to this "new battlefield".

He had observed this phenomenon long ago, but he had previously simply assumed it was caused by a special attack from the Night's Watch.

But this time, he fought alongside the Night's Watch and realized that although their fighting styles differed, their attacks were not significantly different.

Not to mention, the Night's Watch also distributed a lot of related weapons and equipment to them.

“I felt something was wrong from the very beginning. Have you noticed? The Night Watch’s crossbow bolts, their muskets, even the counterattacks from their shields… any demon that is killed by them, or whose corpse gets too close to this fortress, shatters exceptionally quickly.”

"That two-headed overlord who was blinded by the elf and then hit by your pillar, Bard, could have writhed for another quarter of an hour if the Night's Watchman hadn't finished him off."

After he said that, everyone remembered.

The previous battle was too intense, and they hadn't had time to think things through. Even if they were used to fighting demons, it shouldn't have escalated to this extent.

But now, looking back, the demons that were killed by the Night's Watch seemed to have died with an unusually rapid rate of disintegration.

It's as if the Night Watch's power itself possesses a "erasing" characteristic against the existence of demons.

Groom shook his gunpowder-covered head vigorously, trying to clear his mind: "Wait... Old Dog, you mean... the Night's Watch can... really 'eat' demons in this Blood Pit Fortress? Like some special orders or Apostles of God in Bloodbath Fortress do on the altar?"

He recalled that on the edge of the main battlefield of Bloodbath Fortress, there were purification altars in certain special areas, presided over by high-ranking priests or chosen ones of certain special races, which could completely purify demons into ashes and deprive them of the chance to return to the abyss.

However, this kind of top-tier treatment is usually only enjoyed by high-ranking demons. There are too many low-ranking demons; they wouldn't have the resources or the energy for it. "That's right!"

Roger the old dog excitedly patted the cold metal wall, causing his wound to throb with pain, but his eyes shone with an alarming gleam.

"And if you ask me, this effect is even more ruthless than the altar, and the range is even larger! Have you forgotten? The Night Watch woman, Commander Ma, said that if possible, we should let the Night Watch carry out the final kill, let the Night Watch take revenge, and let the Night Watch collect debts."

"I thought it was some kind of blood sacrifice ritual or tradition, but now it seems that this damn 'blood pit fortress' is actually a giant furnace built in the abyss! A 'debt collection factory' specifically for refining abyssal demons!"

He forced out the word, which was both crude and strangely descriptive.

But his tone was incredibly excited; anyone around him could tell. If given a little more time, he would probably be dancing and cheering.

Blazing flames erupted instantly from Bard's bull eyes, and heavy breaths spewed from his nostrils.

"A debt collection factory?! Are they stealing the power of the Abyss?! Gnawing on the flesh and blood of the Abyss?!"

This is the most exhilarating thing. This is what these Avengers crave and hope to see most, but such things rarely happen, and not every level has the relevant power.

Not every god has the power to do such a thing, nor does every god wish to completely break ties with the Abyss and engage in a brutal battle with it.

After all, the Abyss is a cesspool, and to the gods, they are the freest beings in this astral plane. Although their perceptions of the Abyss differ due to their varying wills, they are all somewhat disgusted by this cesspool. Who would want to be covered in excrement?

However, the vast majority of life in the world does not have this perspective, nor does it have this view.

"Yes! It's about collecting debts! And eating them!"

Roger the Old Dog spat as he spoke, "Think about those Night's Watchmen! The way they look when they're wounded, in excruciating pain yet still full of energy, getting medicine down their throats like it's free. And here they're wasting resources like garbage, what gives them the right? Because they're the kin of the gods? Because they're the vanguard of some great power? I don't believe it!"

He pointed excitedly toward the center of the fortress.

"It's because they dared to come here and rob! They forcibly took a portion of the power that should have been swallowed back by this hellish place, the Abyss. And transformed it into... I guess into the 'raw materials' that support their power and create those alchemical goods that are worth who knows how expensive they are."

"That's their confidence. Those potions... those arrows... those armor... they were all made with 'dirty money' obtained through debt collection!"

Although he was swearing, his tone was clearly unusually excited, even showing a sense of satisfaction at having gotten revenge.

His words weren't entirely wrong; in some ways, they did seem to be true.

The elven ranger's eyes lit up, and for the first time, a burning light called "hope" ignited in that cold hatred.

Her voice trembled slightly: "I once heard a wise man say that in some of the most intense and uniquely governed core battlegrounds in the Abyss, powerful beings occasionally manage to steal the power of the Abyss for their own use, forming 'enclaves'."

"But that would require special rules or the sacrifice of countless lives... I've never heard of such a 'fortress' being built for a long time on the edge of the abyss."

The Bloodbath Battlefield has ten levels. Each level is different, with different forces and different combat styles.

Therefore, the warriors active at different levels are not very familiar with the situation on other battlefields.

"So they're not racially specialized, they're just too unorthodox!"

He wanted to say it was because the gods were too wild, but saying that would seem a bit disrespectful.

They now held this deity in great awe, and swallowed back any potentially presumptuous words they might have said.

Groom concluded, spitting out a strong gulp.

"Damn it, who wouldn't want to kick the Abyss's disgusting rules a couple of times? But for the Night Watchers to open a gold mine and a flesh-and-blood recycling plant right on the edge of the Abyss... I've never seen anything like it before. This 'Blood Pit' is a great name. Blood Pit! It's a pit that digs holes, drains blood, and squeezes every last drop of blood out of the Abyss! A huge blood pit that specifically targets the Abyss!"

The gossip here quickly spread.

Other news might not spread among the Avengers, but news that causes the Abyss pain and the demons to die definitely spreads the fastest.

The news spread like wildfire among the surviving Avengers.

Those tired, desperate eyes lit up at that moment.

"I see!"

"No wonder the Night's Watch dared to drive a nail in as soon as they arrived!"

"They're the ones demanding repayment! It turns out they're the real creditors from the abyss!"

"Killing the demon will not only bring revenge, but also truly weaken the Abyss... This deal is too good to pass up!"

Excited chatter and muffled laughter echoed throughout the city walls. For the first time, the resentment and helplessness that had long been building up in their hearts were replaced by a twisted yet powerful hope.

The Abyss is their eternal enemy. Now they have an ally who can breach the walls of their enemy's territory, flood it, and even steal its property! This couldn't be more satisfying.

Looking at the ruined battlefield and the rapidly disappearing remains of the demons, and deep within the fortress, at the unseen yet palpable rules that steadily burned, devouring the demons like a gluttonous beast.

These avengers, who had struggled through the depths of hell and witnessed countless moments of despair, felt for the first time from the bottom of their hearts that this battle was worth fighting.

Perhaps, by following this group of "debt collection companies" that dare to fleece the abyss, this endless bloody battle of revenge might actually... win something back?
It's no wonder they think that way.

To be honest, these Avengers never really thought they could do anything to the Abyss.

Their hatred was enough to burn them to ashes, but the flames that could burn their hatred to ashes were so insignificant to the abyss that they were not even a spark.

This ability to bite off a piece of flesh from the abyss was exactly what they had always dreamed of.

Many eyes, already numb from the bloody battles in the abyss, now had a flicker of hope rekindled.

Some of the Avengers who had just formed friendships with the Night's Watch during the battle looked at the Night's Watch members beside them, their probing gazes unmistakable.

Faced with the doubts of these people who had just been comrades, the night watchmen mostly kept quiet.

The main issue is that Kana didn't address the relevant questions, so they didn't know whether they should or shouldn't speak up.

After all, this is the abyss, not their own world.

What if it's something that can't be said? So I kept my mouth shut.

Although the Avengers were eager, they didn't press the matter when they saw that most of the Night's Watch were unwilling to elaborate. As long as there was a possibility, that was enough.

The Blood Pit Fortress stood silently in the torrential rain, the firelight atop its walls like greedy eyes.

Silently continuing to digest the "spoils of war," they exuded a chilling, victorious chill and the ecstatic jubilation of plunder. (End of Chapter)