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abyss.

Bloody battle on the battlefield.

In this abyss that life loathes, the Bloodbath Fortress stands on a strategic point in the battlefield of the 1121st level of the abyss.

Its location echoes that of Blood Pit Fortress.

The sky above the abyss is not blue, nor could it be such a pure color; after all, it is a chaotic place.

The sky was a distorted canopy churning with chaotic energy, occasionally cracked with scarlet fissures.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, the rusty stench of blood, and the lingering whispers unique to the abyss, making newcomers uneasy.

Look at the blood-soaked fortress that has stood here for nearly ten million years.

The fortress's massive walls are covered with marks from sword cuts, magical bombardments, and the corrosive filth of the abyss, telling tales of endless battles.

At the top of the fortress, a massive runic device, similar to but different from the Blood Pit Fortress Iron Flower Construct, emitted a halo of various colors of energy.

This force struggles to resist the erosion of the abyss environment, providing a relatively stable refuge inside the fortress.

After all, this is the main base of the Blood War battlefield's order faction, so it is natural to isolate it from the chaotic magic power from the outside world to prevent it from affecting the residents inside for a long time.

You can't keep soldiers on edge all the time; there should at least be a place where they can relax and get a good night's sleep.

The decisive battle fortress must, of course, shoulder this responsibility.

At the heart of the fortress stands a pointed castle built of obsidian and abyssal bone, serving as the fortress's brain and heart—the military command center.

This is, after all, a fortress, and this is, after all, a battlefield of bloodshed.

Everything here is geared towards the war against demons.

Everything else is just a backdrop.

Bloodbath Fortress Central Castle - Tactical Meeting Room

The interior of the conference room appears even more grand than its exterior.

The enormous round table was crafted from a single piece of Chaos Stone, its surface shimmering with faint star-like points of light that illuminated the military commanders of various races seated around it.

The walls are covered with tactical maps, abyssal energy monitoring crystals, and various trophy flags symbolizing different races and warbands.

The eternal wars that take place here, the bloody battlefields, are always the most intense and continuous places of warfare in the entire astral plane.

Because this place never stops.

There is no possibility of stopping now, and the abyss is completely impossible to destroy.

It can be said that countless war gods were born here, and there are countless legends who learned the rules of war from here.

This is a place that those who yearn for war will inevitably come to.

In the conference room.

A soft yet steady magical light source illuminated the room, and the air circulation system filtered out the outside pollution, carrying a faint scent of energy freshener.

Walking in from the outside makes you feel much more relaxed.

Every time I come in, I find that I have long been accustomed to the smell of sulfur from the outside world.

And every time I leave here, I find that it takes a little time to get used to the smell.

Several commanders from different worlds and races were exchanging ideas in a rare relaxed manner.

The meeting is drawing to a close, and there are no further alarms at the front lines for the time being.

Commander "Tark," a tall rock-type man, has skin as rough as basalt, with his joints shimmering with a lava-like sheen.

He tapped the table, making a dull thud like stones hitting each other: "Phew... the recent attacks haven't been so deadly. Those demons' offensive seems to be running out of steam?"
"Well, at least I can finally catch my breath."

Even a stonehead couldn't withstand a war that went on forever.

His voice was deep and slow, like a boulder rolling.

The leader of the Shadowfang Warband, "Alice," is a tall, slender forest elf clad in dark, close-fitting scale armor. Some also refer to her as a green elf, though this has nothing to do with her appearance.

Moreover, these are real elves, not pirated versions from the world of Kanah.

Her pointed ears twitched slightly, and her dark green eyes swept over the crowd.

“The intensity has indeed decreased, Tucker. There are far fewer casualty reports,” her voice was clear and pleasant. “The patrols are only encountering stragglers.”

It's fair to say that everyone's pressure has eased a bit, which may not all be a good thing, but it's definitely a good thing for the current situation.

Zhargun, the logistics manager of the Scale Claws.

This is a strong lizardman, whose scales are covered with traces of old wounds.

This race is widely distributed across the astral plane, with subspecies found in many worlds.

Some even suggest that dragon people may be the product of a hybrid of lizards and dragons.

However, neither side seems to really acknowledge it, not even the Dragon People themselves.

The lizardman was carefully applying a thick, viscous energy paste to a new scratch on his arm with his claws, he said.

"Relaxed? It's a relief for us in logistics! The supply loss rate is finally not rising in a straight line. The transportation pressure has been much less recently." He licked his forked tongue, his tone tinged with relief.

Logistics in war is always the most important, the most troublesome, and also the most inconspicuous.

Sky Eye Commander "Salash".

She was a winged being with huge, transparent wings, and looked like an angel from some legend.

But the angels in this world are not flesh and blood beings, but pure energy beings.

They are not now.

She folded her wings and sat on a specially made high-backed chair, her feathers reflecting the light.

“Speaking of which,” Salash said with a sharp look in his eyes, “we’ve been able to breathe a sigh of relief lately thanks to our new ‘neighbor’s’ generous new god—Lord Kana, haven’t we?”

Master Brok, a dwarf alchemist with white hair and beard but unusually energetic, wearing a heavy protective leather apron, was fiddling with several test tubes.

He looked up, his thick eyebrows twitching. "Ah! Blood Pit Fortress! That's right! The Venerable's actions are truly extraordinary! You didn't know?" He lowered his voice, a hint of excitement in it, "I specifically sent a reconnaissance falcon over to take a look. Guess what? The demons who died over there, their corpses weren't piled up like mountains, but... turned to ashes! Tsk tsk tsk, their energy was completely drained! Like they were thrown into a top-tier incinerator!"

His favorite thing was to burn the demon to ashes, which made him feel much better.

This also extinguished a trace of his desire for revenge.

After all, that's how his hometown was destroyed.

Rocky Tucker let out a muffled laugh: "Hahaha! That's good! This is how you deal with those maggots from the Abyss! Drain them dry!"
"Back in the day, when we defeated a great demon, we still had to send people to collect its heart and horns, working ourselves to the bone. This Venerable One is truly ruthless, cutting flesh directly from the Abyss! So satisfying! If only we could install one of those... 'energy extraction devices' here!"

The other commanders also nodded or murmured in agreement.

Is this direct seizure of the power of the abyss justified?

What does it have to do with them?

Damn it, the abyss deserves to be brutally torn apart. It would be best if more gods like this came to ruthlessly drain the abyss's power, making it even more miserable and dilapidated.

This is something we should sing and celebrate with a few drinks.

After treating the wound, Zargon put down the ointment and looked at Brock with his vertical pupils.

"Master Brock hit the nail on the head. But Brock, what I'm talking about isn't that kind of 'energy extraction,' but something more... more fundamental."

"It's the logistics for those 'Night Watchers' at Bloodpit Fortress! That's incredible! You might not have looked closely, but I'm in charge of warehouses and supplies, so I know all too well what this means."

He stood up, walked to the large abyss projection sand table standing in the corner of the room, and pointed in the direction of the Blood Pit Fortress:

"According to the intelligence I have, their core device called the 'Iron Flower Construct' has a wide coverage area, providing an order dome, mental protection, and can even directly nourish the Night Watch warriors and enhance their combat power."

This thing looks very high-tech, at least much more advanced than the one on their heads.

Although the thing above their heads is constantly being maintained and updated, it's no longer some new technology.

Moreover, new technologies may not be applicable in the abyss; durability and sturdiness are the key factors.

"How much Order Magic does this consume? Not to mention that they can repair equipment and distribute special food immediately after the war—not the kind that's just to fool people, but standard rations that can even attract demons."

"To be honest, I'm really curious how they managed to make food that most races would find acceptable. It's really strange."

This has always been a difficult problem, and not many people have thought about solving it or have been able to solve it.

"The amount of purifying gels and potent treatments they use on a large scale... the consumption of these things is astronomical!"

Zargon excitedly pointed at the fortress in the projection with his paw.

"What kind of terrifying backup world is supporting this? Or rather, what is the divine kingdom of that Venerable Kana himself?"

He looked around at everyone. "Their logistics chain is too short and too efficient. It's something that an ordinary world couldn't afford."

"The only thing I can imagine is some legendary, incredibly vibrant, and magnificent civilization with almost limitless resources and production lines, which could possibly support a fortress on the front lines of the abyss. Their 'savior world' has unimaginable power."

Shadowfang Alice thoughtfully interjected, "A glorious world...that certainly makes sense. Salash, Brock, how are the supplies for our fortress?"
"Since the last purchase, how many more high-intensity defensive battles can our reserves of ordinary medicines and bandages, especially high-level purification medicines, last?"

The forest elf mage lord, "Ferrian," seemed to have remained silent until now.

The high elf mage, who was mainly in charge of the fortress's financial management, had been listening quietly. Now, he gracefully put down the crystal tablet he was using to record things and gently tapped his fingertips on the smooth tabletop.

"Alice has hit the nail on the head. Transporting supplies is always our biggest cost and risk. The Abyss Passage is unstable, and the risk of interdimensional transport teams being ambushed or supplies being corrupted by Chaos is extremely high, naturally leading to accumulated costs."

“We rely on purchasing from the large chambers of commerce that have the ability to establish trade routes here, and the prices… well,” he gave a slightly helpless, shrewd smile, “the principle of ‘scarcity drives up prices’ is taken to the extreme here.”

Although they are not short of money, who wouldn't be happy if they could get a discount?

He turned to Zargun and Brock:

"Zargun's observations are very keen. The integrity and efficiency of the Night's Watch's logistics system proves that they have an extremely solid and powerful rear support."

"As for the alchemical weapons and equipment that Master Brock mentioned,"

A glint of a mage's research desire flashed in Ferrian's eyes. "Indeed unique. The principles behind those large ship-slaying swords, the ironwork structures, and the defensive fortifications that can be rapidly shaped on the battlefield..."

"It's certain that the cost is high, but it also reflects the depth of their alchemy technology and resource reserves."

"This is an effect that cannot be achieved by simply waging war. Of course, wealth is not a problem; the demon essence, abyssal ore, and magical artifact materials we harvested on the battlefield are enough to cover the high transaction costs."

The question is... are the Night's Watch willing to trade large quantities of strategic resources with us?

He paused, then looked specifically at the alchemist Brock:
"I especially agree with Master Brock's view on potions. The consumption of potions is a bottomless pit."

"High-ranking warriors need a wide variety of purifiers to combat the corruption of the abyss, potent healing potions, mental stabilizing potions, stamina-replenishing potions... and the quantities required are enormous."

"If the intelligence is true, the Night's Watch's potions are 'high in quantity, extremely high in quality, and very standardized,' which is almost like the product of a standard industrial assembly line. To achieve this, their alchemical civilization must have developed to an astonishing level."

Ferrian's eyes gleamed with shrewd calculation: "If we can establish a direct trade route with Bloodpit Fortress, instead of bypassing layers of merchant guilds and procuring goods from beyond the void..."

"It is of great significance. The distance is closer, and communication can be carried out directly through spatial magic or messengers, allowing for real-time adjustments to needs. Costs can be reduced significantly, and most importantly, a stable supply can be guaranteed."

“Think about it, getting supplies directly from our neighbor’s ‘outpost factory’ would be much more efficient. It would also significantly reduce the potion supply pressure on our fortress. We might even be interested in inquiring about their amazing purifying gel and standard rations.”

Core Block nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Lord Ferrian has hit the nail on the head!"

"It's too much trouble to argue with the Chamber of Commerce; they hold firm on prices because of their channel advantages. The medicine from the Night Watchers is said to make the wounded recover extremely quickly, and it can also powerfully purify mental corruption, with unbelievably stable effects."

"And that 'Nourishing Order' potion, if it could be mass-produced into a potion... hiss..." The dwarf alchemist's eyes shone with an alarming light, as if he could see endless orders and research materials.

Pan Yan Tucker slammed his fist on the table again: "Great! It seems we all think the same thing! Salash, you're the liaison expert, what do you think? Should we send a delegation to ask them next door?"

The Eye of the Sky, Salash, gracefully adjusted his wings.

“It’s feasible. With our winged squad and space jump squad working together, plus the stable beacon provided by Lord Ferrian, we can reach the outer perimeter of the Blood Pit Fortress relatively safely and request contact.”

"Bring goodwill and a preliminary procurement list, focusing on the types and quantities of potions, as well as the possibility of trading certain special alchemical equipment or materials?"

Shadowfang Alice also expressed her support: "It's time to establish more direct communication, whether it's coordination in the battle or complementary logistics."

Ultimately, the relaxed atmosphere became even more harmonious after a consensus was reached.

A plan to send a mission to Bloodpit Fortress to attempt trade negotiations centered on potions and logistical supplies was quickly finalized.

The commanders of each race concluded the meeting with hopeful anticipation of reduced logistical burdens and even the potential for strong allies.

The threat of war had not disappeared, but at this moment, a glimmer of hope for cooperation and admiration for the immense power behind the mysterious Venerable Kana offered them rare solace. (End of Chapter)