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early morning.

The slightly salty breeze carried the distinctive smell of dust and cooled metal.

Warship port.

People are now more accustomed to calling it a warship fortress.

Because this is no longer a place that can be described simply as a port.

As a frontline base that was later upgraded to a landing point, it has long since transformed from a simple port into a militarized fortress during this period of fierce fighting and expansion.

From the very beginning, the Night's Watch was essentially moving towards this goal.

In the morning light, the fortress resembled a breathing, growing steel giant.

Hogg unscrewed his huge, obviously modified water jug ​​and took a big gulp of the murky but invigorating liquid.

This is a standard supply recently provided by the Night Watch. It is a type of beverage, but it is provided in powder form, which each adventurer mixes with water to drink.

This substance can effectively improve the taste of liquids, replenish many substances that are difficult to replenish in this chaotic magic, and effectively resist the harm caused by the chaotic magic and various environments in this area.

Simply put, it's an essential item for the continent of Taril at this stage, and it has been extremely popular with adventurers since its release.

Because this powder also makes the liquid cool, it can be quite comforting in a hot place like the continent of Taril.

Hogg's booming voice addressed Wolf, who was sharpening his axe blade: "Look at this place, old dog, how long has it been?"

Wolf's wolf-like mouth split open in a snarling arc, his tawny eyes sweeping across the bustling loading and unloading area.

Looking outwards, the core port area, which was originally transformed from the "Expeditioner", has now expanded several times over.

The warehouses, barracks, and workshops, constructed from brand-new prefabricated metal panels, are attached to the core structure like layers of steel muscles.

The deafening hammering, the hum of the heavy cranes driven by the magic engine, and the low rumble of artillery fire that never truly ceased in the distance formed the constant background noise of this newborn fortress.

Most importantly, their contribution gives them a sense of participation and a feeling of shared glory.

"Hey, it's not just looking, it's listening!" Wolf twitched his ears and pointed to the faint column of smoke rising on the eastern horizon. "Over there, is it Sector F or Sector G?"
"The Lightbringers that Brother Lurek sent must have run into a tough opponent again. The cannon fire hasn't stopped even from this distance. Expanding this territory by even an inch will have to be paid for with blood and cannonballs."

It took them countless efforts and a huge price to just gain a foothold here.

Now, we are beginning to expand outwards slowly, but this is fraught with difficulties.

Many people are actually wondering about this.

Why did the Night's Watch have to pay such a huge price to develop the continent of Tarryl?
A thousand years ago, a demon invaded; a few years ago, an evil god fell.

Multiple factors have led to a situation where the continent of Taliel has become so dangerous that normal forces simply cannot gain a foothold there.

According to previous plans, this entire continent would have to be designated as a restricted area.

Because it's just too dangerous here.

The cost paid seems disproportionate to the potential benefits.

That's at least how most people see it.

The Night Watch's motto is to save the world and prepare for the impending apocalypse, which is no secret among adventurers.

But sometimes it's hard to understand why such a huge price had to be paid, and so much material and human resources wasted, to develop this continent.

Pointless.

These wasted resources could have been used to deal with the void later.

No one has yet provided an answer to this question.

Just then, a strange buzzing sound swept overhead, carrying a magical wave that soothed the restlessness.

The two of them couldn't help but look up.

Hundreds of meters above the port fortress, a silver-gray suspended building was radiating a soft and steady glow.

It is not a traditional tower, but rather a huge, multi-layered rhomboid structure made of flowing metal and crystal, with a visible blue-white magical energy surging at its core.

Floating tower.

The iconic building of the Mage Union Council.

However, the Night's Watch now also has the ability to build, and through their own abilities, they have made various modifications to it.

This transformed it from a normal mage-controlled floating tower into a variety of functional units, both research and residential.

“That thing, tsk,” Hogg clicked his tongue, his tone filled with awe and curiosity, “'The Anchor Tower of Order,' a huge thing that was just raised yesterday.”

"I overheard those elven mages muttering that it was all thanks to this that they managed to smooth out the chaotic magic around here, which was like boiling water. Before, they were afraid of getting burned when casting a fireball, but now... it's much more comfortable."

He could feel the chaotic magical energy that was originally everywhere in the air and subtly stinging his skin, but within the range of the tower's radiance, it indeed became as gentle as a stream, which was of great significance to both the spellcaster and the magical equipment.

When they first arrived, the chaotic magic was bearable, but staying in such a place for a long time would indeed make normal, orderly beings feel irritable.

Over time, this could drive some already wavering adventurers to madness, make them irritable, and cause them to experience all sorts of negative emotions.

At that time, various problems may arise within the expedition team, and a lot of energy will have to be spent on maintaining order and stability.

This is not worth the gain.

So this thing came about.

This was part of the preparation process, and construction and improvements began long ago.

After undergoing more comprehensive improvements, these floating towers are likely to be deployed into the abyss.

It is believed that Bloodbath Fortress would be very willing to purchase this type of building unit.

Their gaze passed over the bustling port construction scene and landed on the coast.

The scene on the sea is even more breathtaking.

The anchorages and shipping lanes were densely packed, and the number of Night Watch transport ships anchored there was more than ten times larger than the initial fleet.

The massive ships stood side by side, their bows resembling mobile steel towers and fortresses, as if the entire productive capacity of the Night Watch Alliance's vast territory had been poured onto this coastline.

The giant ship entering the port had a very deep draft, and its hold must have been filled with construction materials, manpower, and ammunition.

Moreover, these supplies were packed into space transport containers, meaning that the supplies transported by a giant ship could be several times larger than its actual volume.

One can only imagine the price the Night's Watch paid to expand the continent of Tarryl.
It is precisely this extravagant transportation of supplies and personnel that has drawn the attention of people all over the world to this place.

Newspapers from the Night's Watch adventurers' homes, distributed throughout the world, continued to send out information about the expansion of the Taril continent. Those that had departed had mostly finished unloading, carrying either soldiers for rotation and rest, or were returning empty-handed.

Busy tugboats darted about like worker ants, while several small alchemical shuttles, used for aerial patrols or communication, flew overhead.

This place has undoubtedly become the busiest and most spectacular port in the world, continuously supplying everything needed to conquer this chaotic continent.

Everyone who comes here is awestruck by the Night's Watch's abilities and begins to believe that they can truly save the world.

If the Night's Watch can't do it, how could anyone else possibly do it?

This kind of thinking is being constantly reinforced.

The dock was teeming with people, a hundred times busier than even the most vibrant market.

Dressed in grey uniforms, Night Watch engineers command the roaring heavy engineering golems, rapidly assembling prefabricated components into new warehouses or fortifications. Their skillful operation allows buildings to take shape as quickly as building blocks.

Thanks to the pioneering work of Cana, the Night's Watch's puppet alchemy project has achieved a level of achievement that is far ahead of its time.

It's a true lead, so far that all other forces are left in the dust, not even having the will to catch up.

Soldiers from the Alliance forces, dressed in uniforms bearing the flags of different kingdoms, lined up to receive equipment and supplies in a designated area, preparing to head to the front lines.

They looked at the scale of the port and the efficiency of the night watchmen, their eyes filled with both awe and a hint of envy.

The expedition was not only composed of Night Watchmen and adventurers, but also included members from many other national factions.

The Night's Watch has always welcomed all such offers.

As the Adventurers' Lodge began to be established, groups of three or five people from various guilds, with different equipment, including humanoids, demi-humans, and even a few friendly magical beast races, gathered together to check the quest briefing board or replenish potions and arrows at the logistics department.

The air was filled with a mixture of smells: leather, gunpowder, sweat, and the sea.

Transport beasts and vehicles shuttled back and forth, with huge pack animals pulling carts loaded with supplies, rumbling along the newly paved and compacted roads toward the warehouse area deep in the port or the inland forward base.

"My God!" A young human merchant's assistant, who had just arrived with a supply convoy and was setting foot on the continent of Taliel for the first time, stared wide-eyed at everything before him.

"This...this is more than ten times bigger than 'Freedom City'! So many ships? How much stuff are they going to transport here?"

An old mercenary who had been there for two months and whose skin was tanned dark sneered: "Kid, this is nothing! See those two new piers that have just been launched over there? They're the landing points prepared for the second expedition team."

"Over in the City of the Tower, the second fleet has already assembled, carrying what is said to be tens of thousands of reinforcements and double the supplies. They're already on their way, and I heard they've even brought several 'Titan Cannons' as big as mountains!"

The old mercenary's tone was filled with shock and a hint of excitement.

Hogg hoisted his nearly life-length, menacing giant axe and gestured inland: "See that? The new briefing on the news tree says that the 'actual control area' has already penetrated 600 kilometers deep into this rotten land!"

"The scorpions and pangolins we killed were just 'cleaning up the tails' in the 'safe zone' inside."

Wolf's nostrils twitched: "Six hundred kilometers? Hmph, that's in territory protected by fortresses and purification towers."

"The truly dangerous part is pushing outwards along that 'line' amidst the gunfire, just like Victor's pack of iron wolves!"

The "line" he refers to is the ever-expanding frontier, constantly being pulled back and forth, facing deadly counterattacks from unknown nests or powerful mutated individuals every day.

There are so many strange things on the continent of Taliel that it's truly impossible to guard against them all.

In the distance, the sound of artillery fire from the east seemed to intensify, interspersed with several muffled, thunderous booms.

This serves as a reminder to all those busy in the port's "safe zone": beneath the foundations of Dawn Fortress lies not only the bustling clash of steel and the orderly glow of magic, but also the blood and sweat that flow continuously in the darkness of the outer perimeter.

Even more exciting news is that a larger and better-equipped "second expeditionary fleet" has reportedly set sail, cutting through the waves towards the rapidly expanding Dawn Fortress.

Finally, more brave warriors began to head here, and soon they will obtain more resources, which will greatly accelerate the pace of land reclamation.

Hogg grinned, revealing his fangs, and patted Wolf on the shoulder: "Did you hear that? More cannons and more axes are coming! This rotten land is going to be a battleground! Let's go, old dog, and see what fresh, tough nuts are waiting for us to gnaw on in today's 'commission'."

As the sun rose higher and the constant booming of cannons from the front lines continued, the two joined the bustling crowds at the port and headed toward the ever-bustling mission center.

Above, the "Anchor Tower of Order" continued to radiate a stable and reassuring light, enveloping this forward base that symbolized the Night's Watch's supreme determination and power, tenaciously growing on the chaotic coastline of the Taril continent, and constantly extending its tentacles into the depths of darkness.

Below the tower, further away, the flashes of artillery fire, like ceaseless shooting stars, repeatedly etched the trajectory of conquest onto the scorched earth.

Top of the tower.

There seemed to be people in the shadows.

The leader of the expedition, the dwarven sage—Lurek—is standing here.

Looking at the expanding port fortress.

His serious expression, which had lasted for more than half a year, finally softened.

"We have successfully completed our mission. Despite the great cost, we have finally gained a foothold here."

With such a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, Lurik was under immense psychological pressure.

If all that manpower and resources were spent and the results weren't very good, to be honest, Lurik would be tempted to commit suicide.

"With such a huge commotion, the whole world's attention has been drawn to it. It should be able to cover up a lot of things, right?"

He muttered to himself, unsure of what to do.

After all, his mission was to lead the expedition to explore new lands, making it as big and successful as possible.

Ideally, we should attract the attention of the entire world.

The results seem pretty good so far.

Because in addition to the second batch of genuine expedition teams, many self-funded teams have been arriving one after another during this period.

Lurek granted these people a certain degree of autonomy, but they still had to abide by the rules of the Night's Watch.

Otherwise, you can leave the Night's Watch's control and start your own settlement, if you're capable of it.

Of course, there are idiots who do this, without even sending a message back.

suddenly.

Lurek's channel flickered.

It's a high-level channel within the Night's Watch.

[Poppot: Lurick, are you free right now? I have something good I'd like you to use.]

[Lurrick: ?]

[Poppot: This is really good stuff. I've already started it moving towards you. Remember to receive it.] (End of Chapter)