A different world game? A different world game!

The afterglow of victory lingered in the smoke-filled fortress.

It was a mixture of strong smells of blood, sulfur, and the lingering, pungent, burnt smell unique to the ashes of a demon's corpse.

Fine black dust particles even floated in the air, the last traces of the vanished demon's existence.

This makes the environment look quite unpleasant.

But for the Avengers and the Night's Watch, the dust that filled the air was the most beautiful part of the scenery.

A group of Avengers from different races slumped down behind a makeshift shelter at the foot of the city wall, panting heavily.

The armor was covered in congealed blood and an unknown slime.

The surface was pitted and dilapidated.

No one was in good condition, and no one's equipment was intact.

A deer-headed Avenger with curved antelope horns leaned against the cold metal wall, sighing at a Night's Watch ranger beside him.

"Brother... to be honest, before the battle started, I almost thought I was going to die here. This wave of bastards came too damn fiercely! It was even scarier than the demonic calamity back home!"

His rough fingers were still trembling slightly.

Clearly, his original world was not a very powerful one.

However, for some peaceful worlds, the surge of demons just now was indeed enough to destroy them.

Beside him, a gray-skinned Avenger with battle markings on his face grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth. Despite his exhaustion, his tone carried a hint of pride.

"Hey! See that gap on the east side? My two brothers and I managed to block those three Soul-Breaking Demons with our tower shields."

"Some idiot tried to climb my shield, I chopped off his wrist with one axe, and he fell down and got trampled into mincemeat!"

He gestured, spitting as he spoke.

"Come on, Scarface! If 'Iron Can' hadn't welded that molten support point shut in time, we would all have been crushed into pancakes by the collapsing iron plate above!"

Another elven avenger said irritably, but there was no blame in his eyes, only the trust of having gone through life and death together.

Nothing builds trust more than working together in the bloody battles of the battlefield.

Just then, a Night's Watch medic wearing a white robe with a badge of green leaves and a medicine bottle embroidered on the chest strode over.

"Where's the injury? Let me see! Show me your leg!"

Her tone was assertive and left no room for argument.

As the Night's Watch begins to collaborate more with non-Night's Watch members, specialized medical units become essential.

For the Night's Watch, medical procedures are very simple.

However, with the Night Watchman's Potion, medical treatment for other life forms is only slightly more complicated.

The boastful "Scarface" grinned, revealing a deep, corrosive scar on his calf that exposed bone.

"Ouch... Be gentle, lady! Ouch! What are you applying?! It hurts so much?!" Scarface gasped.

"Shut up! This is a high-potency purifying gel, specially designed to remove the corrosion from the abyss. You're lucky your arteries weren't damaged, otherwise you'd have to have your leg amputated!"

The medic worked swiftly, disinfecting and applying medicine while simultaneously applying pressure with a special bandage.

"Bear with it, it'll be over soon. I guarantee you'll be eating military rations tonight!"

The Night Watchers have their own timers, since they work in shifts in the Abyss and still need to live their lives in normal time.

"At night..."

Scarface suddenly calmed down, looking at the sky, which was always the same color.

The Deer-Headed Avenger watched the medic's skillful and precise movements, then glanced at the potion that emitted a cool minty and faint metallic scent and had an immediate effect.

He couldn't help but mutter to his dwarven Night's Watch teammate, who was inspecting the wear and tear on his crossbow.

“You Night’s Watchmen… you’re like monsters! After such a great battle, your soldiers are like iron, and you use medicine like water. Your logistics… even the Grand Duke back home would be envious!”

To be honest, the Night's Watch had heard enough of that kind of praise.

But we still hear such voices from time to time, especially after such a great battle.

Because this is a personal experience, revealed right before our eyes, no one would remain silent at this moment.

The dwarf, with an unlit pipe dangling from his lips, hummed without looking up, "Of course! That's what we were born for."

"Thank goodness for that iron lump on my head; under its shield, I feel like I could chop it up for another three days and three nights."

Although his words were tinged with exhaustion, his inherent resilience and fearlessness moved the Avengers around him.

The Night's Watchmen are truly monsters of energy.

Is it really not made of iron?

An orc Avenger interface, wiping a broadsword with a cloth, spoke in a deep but respectful voice.

"Watching you guard the city walls these past few days... has truly opened my eyes. Whether it's teamwork or discipline! I've never seen any legion like you in my entire life."

"Facing a sea of ​​demons of that caliber, they could still calmly and methodically chop them into dust while cursing in the street! When their swords became dull, they would switch to bows, and when their bows ran out of arrows, they would smash them with their shields! And those commanders... especially that 'Soulfire Knight'."

He glanced in awe at Leilia, who stood with her sword at the edge of the distance: "She's practically a demon slayer on the battlefield!"

It seems that Leilia will soon have a new title.

However, no one should object to this title.

Another Avenger, who was stitching up his friend's shoulder armor, grinned, grabbed a handful of black ash from the ground, and let it slip through his fingers.

"Who says otherwise? Look at all this ash, those arrogant demons? Bah! In the end, all that's left is this piece of trash? Not even a decent demon horn was left. Just like a lit ashtray."

His words elicited a chorus of weary laughter and approving mutterings, and the charred demonic ash in the air didn't seem so unpleasant anymore.

Although demons rarely leave behind corpses to obtain enough materials after fighting at the Night's Watch, seeing demons reduced to nothing but ashes is enough to give them immense satisfaction.

They are avengers, not those opportunists who come to the abyss. They come here to live in the face of death, or to die with the demons.

The Night's Watch has excellent logistical support, so they don't need to worry about anything. All they need to do is fight and slay the demons, and then die with them.

It would be even better if I could take one or two demons with me before I die.

There is no better place than here.

During this period, the outside world was almost calling the Night's Watch's Blood Pit Fortress the holy land of the Avengers.

This place can greatly help them accomplish their mission.

For these people who were already facing death.

The Night's Watchmen are always quietly providing help.

There's no point in trying to dissuade them.

Only revenge, only the death of demons, can temporarily soothe their fractured hearts. Bloodbath Fortress - Floor 1121 Frontline Outpost

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In front of a huge crystal sand table made of flowing mercury, the energy points representing the Blood Pit Fortress area, which had been almost completely submerged by the crimson turmoil representing demons, are now stubbornly and steadily regaining their silver-blue light.

Although the edges of the area of ​​light spots still fluctuated violently as if licked by flames, the core was as stable as a rock.

"Incredible!"

Standing before the sand table, "Mountain Barrier" Torgman's massive rock face was expressionless, but the amber soul fire flickering in his eye sockets revealed the intense turmoil within him.

"With an attack intensity at least several times greater than before, and even the deployment of Infernal War Beasts and multiple legendary units... they actually withstood it! That new device... it maintained order and stability in the core area under such immense pressure!"

The main thing is that new device.

It was that new device that caused the turmoil in this layer of demons.

But this is a good thing for them. They are even very curious about the new device. They would be very happy if they could obtain the corresponding technology, or even just buy the finished product.

But no one would dare to ask.

One red dot that makes the Abyss itchy is enough. If several more appear around it, the Abyss might start to break the rules, which wouldn't be a good thing.

They are both mortal enemies and beings in need of balance with the Abyss.

Ultimately, they were unable to truly destroy the abyss.

After all, this place is the cesspool and garbage can of the astral plane.

Without latrines and garbage cans, the garbage inside would fly everywhere, which wouldn't be a good thing.

A scaled-down version of this problem has already been demonstrated in the world of Kana.

Fortunately, the Night's Watch's strongholds around the world have effectively contained the spread of this problem.

In a way, the Night Watchmen can now be considered the garbage collectors of this world.

Beside her, the high elf priestess Elendra's silver eyes were fixed on the demonic torrent symbol on the sand table, which was slowly shrinking but already showing signs of decline.

"It's not just about holding on, but more importantly, it's about their sustained combat capability and recovery speed. Look, their long-range firepower suppression density hardly decreased. This means that their reserve forces and supply lines were not cut off at all, which is incredibly efficient."

However, the others around him were not surprised by this, as they already knew the relevant information; it was just that this person had been busy with other things recently.

She took a deep breath, her tone filled with rare excitement and hope for the future: "This fortress... has truly taken root. It is no longer a fragile bridgehead, but a solid stronghold capable of changing the balance of the battlefield on floor 1121."

"Pressure? Ha, from today onwards, it's the scum across the street who should feel the pressure!"

A new fortress has been built.

Even if it can't compare to Bloodbath Fortress, it's still a stronghold with a firm foothold.

Moreover, it's located on the flank of the main battlefield.

Although Blood Pit Fortress is currently on the defensive, once they begin to turn the tide and switch from a defensive to an offensive posture, the demons will know what pain is coming.

Because everyone can send a force to attack from the flank of the battlefield at any time, and there is complete logistics, and the demons are difficult to cut off.

This will make the demons very uncomfortable, and may even force the direction of order to advance a great distance, compressing the demons' living space.

Of course, such a turnaround might take decades.

The main issue is that the Night's Watch seems a little crazy, and it's impossible to determine their purpose or where their actions will ultimately lead.

After all, everyone present knew about their background.

Blood Pit Fortress - Temporary Command Point
Away from the still noisy rest area, on a relatively quiet tower platform that has been temporarily reinforced.

Leilia, Greytooth, Annabelle, Karina, and Apis finally reunited.

Greytooth sat casually on an ammunition box, rubbing his left shoulder armor, which had just been grazed by the hammer of an Abyss Warlord, and grinning.

"Hiss... That bastard is really strong! Luckily, I'm tough!"

Annabelle silently handed over a treatment spray, which Gray Tooth took and skillfully sprayed onto the bruise.

"Thanks. Hey, Apis, the timing was perfect when you used 'Corruption Shackles' to trap that tyrant demon lord. If it had been half a second later, it would have vanished." Grayfang looked at Apis.

He missed the time he spent fighting alongside his teammates, when they had perfect teamwork.

It's incredibly easy and smooth to use in combat.

Apis was carefully wiping the edge of an acid-corroded wound on Lelia's arm armor with a cleansing gauze.

The damage caused by legendary demons cannot be simply removed with potions; some complicated methods are needed to cleanse the residual impure energy.

However, compared to normal living beings, the Night's Watch are much better.

"Of course. But you, sister, tsk tsk... look how scared that bug was, it didn't even want half of its tail." She winked mischievously.

Seeing that her older sister had finally grown up, Apis was very, very happy.

Leilia kept a straight face, but a hint of helplessness could still be seen in her eyes: "...Next time we have to find a way to stop them from escaping. The legends of the Abyss are all too slippery."

Her tone was filled with deep resentment.

She should have been gloating at this moment, but the demon's escape made her very unhappy.

Karina has reverted to her bear form and reverted to a tall, strong, and gentle-looking female warrior.

She was gnawing on a large block of high-energy military rations, mumbling a comforting remark: "Lelia... don't think too much. This is the Abyss, after all, someone else's territory, and that legendary creature is clearly different from the others."

Annabelle put away the tools she had used to treat Greytooth, and spoke in a cool voice with a hint of precise sarcasm: "Or, Greytooth, next time you fight, control your temper and don't always think about diving down from the sky for close combat."

Her words, as always, hit the nail on the head.

"Hey! Annabelle! How can you blame me? There's not much I can do up there. This is the Abyss, after all." Greyfang immediately jumped up to retort, but seeing everyone's smiling faces, he couldn't help but chuckle himself.

There were no lengthy reflections, only the simplest and most tacit exchanges between comrades.

A few casual words, a bandaging gesture, or a well-timed joke were enough to wash away the heaviness of several days of bloody battles.

They were, after all, the original guardians of the soul.

They had all experienced hardship, bloodshed, and despair.

This was just an ordinary occasion.

Protected below by the Iron Flower Construct, the gathered Order Magic shone upon them like sunlight, coating their weary figures and battle-scarred armor with a warm gold hue.

They sat together, each dealing with the marks of battle, sharing high-energy compression blocks and water, the air thick with medicine, sweat, and a sense of peace called "reunion."

The Blood Pit Fortress stands firm, its iron flowers silently radiating the brilliance of order amidst the smoke of battle.

That seems to be the case.

The operation in the abyss is not over.

A powerful pressure was bearing down on them. (End of Chapter)