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City Around the Tower - Outer South Edge
As the Night's Watch expanded their buildings, the original southern city was greatly enlarged. Furthermore, because they built it around the tower, the entire city took on an arc shape.

Fortunately, under the influence of Cana's ideology, the Night's Watch clearly knew that their ability to build cities was extremely powerful.

Therefore, from the initial planning stage, the city had already planned a construction schedule for a long period of time.

The benefit of this is that the southern part of the city is not chaotic. Each area has been planned from the beginning, including routes, zones, pipelines, and so on.

It's fair to say that anyone who has actually spent some time in the city surrounding the tower must acknowledge this advanced urban development concept.

Since the time of the god Kanaden.

The Night's Watch has become a leader that the whole world has to follow.

Although the Night's Watch cannot yet do anything that would offend everyone.

But as long as the Night's Watch doesn't cause trouble, everyone will give them face. As long as their bottom line isn't crossed, they will cooperate to some extent.

This is precisely why the night watchmen carry out many secretive, slow-burning schemes.

However, this has also led to the spread of many of the Night Watch's systems, ideas, and behaviors to other areas.

You can't expect those nobles, those at the top of the hierarchy, to take everything.

However, they are also happy to make changes if it is in their favor.

And on the edge of this city.

The military fortified zone known as the "Steel Spine Zone" roars day and night.

This is a restricted area of ​​the city, and only Night Watchmen are allowed to enter. Even Night Watchmen need authorization to enter this area.

Cana's power as a god is limited here; simply put, it can be called an "invisible wall" using a very interesting gaming term.

This military zone is the lifeline to the Blood Pit Fortress in the Abyss.

A wide track—its surface shimmering with runic light, like silver veins embedded in a steel base—extends from the depths of the city, piercing straight into the center of the military zone, and docking with a massive, ever-flowing portal.

If we look at the entire military region...

You'll find that rather than a somber military camp, it's more like a super logistics hub operating at its most efficient.

Although this area is on the edge of the city, various transportation tracks and routes extend outward from it.

It's like a spider web.

It's easy to imagine how large the cargo volume needs to be transported here.

Beneath the towering metal dome, thousands of Night Watch support personnel scurried through the vast warehouse maze like busy worker ants.

A mountain of enchanted arrow boxes occupied half the space, next to which were stacks of tightly sealed energy cores, neatly arranged standard equipment, and a large number of crates labeled "First Aid," "Holy Water," and "Anti-Poisoning Potion."

The air was thick with the mixed smells of machine oil, freshly quenched steel, and unopened fabrics, while the background noise consisted of the hum of conveyors, the hydraulic hum of mechanical arms, and the incessant broadcast of instructions.

"Look over there, Becca, Warehouse 17 is restocking with 'Blazing Armor-Piercing Arrows' again. The throughput of this new type of arrowhead is simply astonishing! Just two days ago, three hundred crates were shipped out!"

A young logistics recorder, Elton, stood on the second-floor suspended walkway, pointing to the supplies being loaded into special containers by robotic arms like a tide below, his tone slightly astonished.

Although he was familiar with the transportation in this area, he did not expect the demand for goods in this area to be so large.

After all, he had only been working in this area for a short time.

His partner, Becca, was a young woman with freckles on her face and her hair neatly tied up. She was engrossed in checking the list on the screen.

“What’s so strange about that? Think about how many arrows are rained down from the Abyss every minute… Demons aren’t made of straw.” She didn’t even look up. “I heard that the peak traffic flow in the Abyss Passage broke records again yesterday.”

"Before I came here, I thought the Night's Watch no longer used such old-fashioned weapons. When I was outside, I heard that the Night's Watch still had places where they made various bows and arrows. I thought they were joking."

After all, the Night's Watch's magical weapons are world-renowned, especially during the Rat Extermination War, where they showed off their prowess.

To the outside world, the Night's Watch has almost fully equipped itself with magic-powered weapons of all kinds.

“These arrows are still the most useful in the abyss.”

Even if there are suitable magic-powered weapons for the Abyss, demons sometimes have inexplicable magic resistance.

The results were unsatisfactory, so sometimes there was nothing that could be done.

Elton leaned against the railing, gazing at the portal that emitted a halo of light, a hint of longing flashing in his eyes.

"I really want to go to the front lines... The book says that the sky of the abyss is sulfurous, the earth flows with rivers of fire, and ugly and evil demons relentlessly assault the fortress's defenses like a tide."

"Leader Kana fought against the Abyss God there not long ago! What a spectacular scene it was..."

Becca finally looked up and gave him a look that said, "Stop dreaming."

"Wake up, Elton. You, logistics serial number G-736, almost failed even the most basic protective techniques during the selection test."

The commander put you in charge of statistics instead of being a transporter, which is already a favor because of your neat handwriting and quick thinking. The Abyss?

She pointed to a group of well-equipped, silent, and menacing black-armored soldiers standing in formation below, "That place needs people like them, not idealists like you who just drool over blueprints."

Not everyone is suited for fighting.

Some people are simply not suited for combat, whether it's psychological or physiological.

When logistics personnel are in dire need, those who are not suited for combat can naturally shine in logistics.

Elton choked for a moment, his face flushed slightly, and he muttered, "I was just... saying. When you're looking at these boxes all day, you have to imagine what they'll actually do."

Of course I know I'm not suited for fighting, and I don't really want to fight, but sometimes I just can't help it.

He sighed, "Besides, it's good to be able to feel the radiance of the leader's blessing up close..."

Becca shook her head, ignoring him, and continued to focus on the torrent of numbers before her.

Just then, the portal suddenly lit up, the buzzing sound intensified, and ripples spread through the space.

A group of figures emerged from within.

Unlike the new troops in the rear, fully equipped and gleaming in their armor, these Night Watchmen's armor was covered in scratches and dents, stained with dark red and black blood and sulfurous dust.

Their steps were weary and heavy, and the blood and fire emblems unique to the Abyss Garrison were clearly imprinted on their shoulder armor.

The heavy aura unique to the abyss—sulfur, blood, and a chaotic, corrosive feeling that even a trace of purified, orderly magic couldn't completely mask—spread with their arrival. The chaotic magic emanating from them immediately clashed with the surrounding magic, and with their return, the air around them distorted like light and shadow.

This is a unique phenomenon that occurs here.

Unlike a space tunnel, although it is a passage connecting two regions, it does not allow the magic between the two regions to flow.

Even special structures or advanced special transmission channels can shield against substances in the air.

It can ensure that only physical units of a certain volume can enter and exit.

After fighting in the abyss for a long time, the chaotic magic will enter the body and mix together.

This is inevitable.

Judging from the distortion of the surrounding light, the returning Night Watch team has been fighting in the Abyss for quite some time and must have killed quite a few demons.

Night watchmen who work in this area for extended periods can clearly distinguish between them.

"Phew...finally..."

The leading, tall soldier ripped off his badly damaged helmet, revealing a face covered in sweat and dust from exhaustion. He greedily inhaled the relatively "clean" air of the steel spine area.

"The taste of the abyss has seeped into my very being."

Another soldier took off his nicked battle axe, used it as a cane, and complained, "Old Parker, save your energy."

"After the last war of the gods, the attacks of those sons of bitches demons were not as overwhelming as before, but the word 'persistence' really made me realize its importance."

"One wave after another, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath, they just keep wearing you down! It's even more exhausting than when Lord Kana beheaded their evil god!"

"How long has it been since our shift? I've almost lost track of time. I'm even dreaming about slaying demons. To be honest, I feel like I could keep slaying. I don't feel tired at all, I don't need to rotate back to rest."

"Barre, shut your mouth!"

A slightly older and more composed squad leader frowned and interrupted, "Rotation is rotation. It means we really need a rest. Stop complaining. Can't you see those greenhorns over there staring at us?"

He was right. The tense yet resolute faces of the new recruits, who were preparing to enter the portal, were casting complex glances at them, these "defeated soldiers."

There was curiosity, awe, and a hint of barely perceptible unease.

A young warrior, carrying an enchanted longbow almost as tall as himself and with a still-childish face, whispered to his companion, "Evan, those... the seniors look somewhat tired and frantic... Is the Abyss really that terrifying?"

His companion pursed his lips, looking at Barre's battered armor, nodding and then shaking his head: "The book says 'demons are like a tide, the battle never ends'... It must be terrifying. But... but when you think about what those things have done to our world..."

A deep hatred blazed in his eyes. "No matter how terrible it is, I have to go! My parents died on that 'Crimson Night' when the evil god invaded, and it was the Night Watch who took me in. Now, it's my turn to pay with the blood of demons!"

Ivan clenched his fist: "Me too! Nine out of ten people in the orphanage were killed by those Abyss scum! We'll fight them to the death when we get there!"

It's not that every orphanage is like this, but the Night Watch builds orphanages in batches.

The orphanage they once stayed in was probably one of the earliest places built by the Night's Watch, around the time of the invasion by the evil gods.

Various evil god sacrifices and the descent of apostles are happening all over the world.

The moonlit nights they spoke of were actually happening every day in different places back then.

Depending on their experiences, they might feel all sorts of hatred.

Several soldiers, who appeared to be better equipped and had a more composed and reserved demeanor, walked in the middle of the rotation team. The pressure on them had lessened, but their eyes held a complex expression.

"Roger, are we really just going to retreat like this? I feel... a little unwilling." A male mage with a short staff at his waist and long, clean fingers whispered to his companion beside him, who was wearing a badge that clearly belonged to a squad leader.

"I just touched the threshold of level ten, and I feel that my perception of energy tides is so much clearer now. I was just thinking of finding a legendary demon cub to practice on... This damn rule barrier."

He shrugged, his tone filled with deep regret.

Captain Roger, however, seemed more at ease, patting him on the shoulder: "Saman, rules are rules. Level ten is a hurdle. So many people were ten levels ahead of us, but look at them, how many have actually broken through? And how many have truly broken through?"

"If you force yourself to rush upwards, your power will easily become mixed and you'll get lost in the chaos. It's essential to settle down in the main plane. The insights gained from the Tower of Trials, the sorting out of your soul power, the honing of your combat skills... all take time."

"Slaying demons in the abyss is merely a crucible for accumulating power, not a ladder to the summit. Lady Karina and Lady Annabelle both went through this process, didn't they? Going back now is preparation for heavier responsibilities in the future. Besides..."

He glanced at the busy logistics area and new recruits in the distance, "The fact that we were able to return safely at max level is a victory in itself."

The Night's Watch's blessing allows them to quickly reach level ten, a power level they never dared to dream of before, which is now incredibly impressive.

To expect to achieve legendary status directly through the Night's Watch is somewhat wishful thinking.

Legends are a hurdle in the entire astral plane.

These are the underlying rules.

Saman sighed, a smile still playing on his lips. "I understand the logic... it's just a shame those brats won't get to see me wreak havoc. Alright, back to my books and meditation. Hopefully, the 'quiet' of the prime plane won't make me weak and mushy."

They are different from the rotating staff; they have reached their limit and are here to settle down.

As for how long it will take to settle down, that depends on their own abilities.

Their relaxed conversation contrasted sharply with the low murmurs of complaints coming from Barre's side, yet both clearly conveyed the true state of affairs on the front lines of the Abyss: intense pressure, helplessness against the rules, and a deep appreciation for the hard-won peace of the Prime Material Plane.

On the other side, the officer in charge of scheduling the rotation looked at the list in his hand and shouted to the group of new recruits who were ready to go: "Support the 7th Recruit Regiment of Blood Pit Fortress! Confirm sequence and equipment status! Move to the preset position in three minutes!"

"Roar!"

The young soldiers responded in unison, but not particularly powerfully, their voices mingled with the sounds of nervous swallowing.

Some of the new recruits subconsciously checked whether the runes on their weapons were lit up, some touched the healing potion packs at their waists, and others stared at the deep portal with their palms slightly sweaty.

This military zone remains as busy as ever.

A giant robotic arm grabs a container full of ammunition and steadily sends it onto a rail transport vehicle.

Recorder Elton and Becca were still checking the list, Elton's gaze occasionally drifting to the stiff backs of the recruits.

Before the portal, the weary Night Watchmen, like travelers relieved of their burdens, searched for a temporary resting place.

The warriors about to venture into the abyss, like ore about to be thrown into a furnace, stood at the gates of fate with fear and faith.

The air here is thick with the smells of iron, sweat, and the faint scent of gunpowder; it is neither a pure battlefield nor a safe haven. (End of Chapter)