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Chapter 870 Inside the Fortress

abyss.

They moved on.

Follow Apis through the massive, heavy city gate, pieced together from discarded materials.

The scene suddenly opened up, which surprised the Bloodbath Fortress delegation once again.

The first thing that catches the eye is the dense network of huge pits.

This is not a natural dent, but a scar left after being bombarded by terrifying energy or trampled by a giant demon, and then quickly cleaned and repaired.

Some of the pits still contained charred bone fragments and molten metal slag, and the faint residual energy of order in the air had not completely dissipated.

This area was clearly the core battlefield of the previous fierce battle, and the cleanup work was still underway in the corners.

This scene was not unfamiliar to them; after all, this was a battlefield of bloodshed, and such scenes could be seen in many places.

The problem is that it's too dense here, like all kinds of energy bursting together here.

In other places, or rather on the main battlefield of the bloody battle, the range is extremely large, extending to the limit of vision.

The entire battlefield was stretched out to an extreme extent, so the resulting landscape was not so easily formed.

Moreover, the abyss has a certain degree of self-healing ability, and the earth will recover.

Therefore, it is still very difficult to see such exaggerated scenes, let alone that there seems to be no sign of recovery.

This is because the terrain changes are clearly the result of repeated wars, and Blood Pit Fortress has been built for several years.

Such terrain should be undergoing self-healing and undergoing some minor repairs.

I didn't know why for a moment.

Right next to the inner side of the first temporary city wall was a bustling scene of activity—a temporary slaughterhouse/material processing plant of astonishing size.

The demon corpses from outside the first line of defense were mostly large, high-ranking demons that were dragged here.

The workers were burly and strong; some were powerful orc avengers, some were mercenaries wearing simple leather armor, and a small number were Night Watch overseers.

These people were wielding heavy saw axes, enchanted cutting knives, or scalpels imbued with holy fire, skillfully and quickly dismantling precious demon horns, magically patterned leather armor, lava cores, and highly venomous glands.

The movements were swift, and the scene was bloody yet efficient.

A large amount of magical light was constantly cleaning and dissecting the demon's body; this must be done by professionals.

Even if you are a veteran, you may not have the ability of a professional anatomist.

The main problem is that the types of demons are so diverse and chaotic that their physical structures are extremely disordered, and some of their bodies contain strong pollutants and toxins.

If not handled properly, it could even cause secondary damage and affect a large area.

Therefore, unless you are a skilled and knowledgeable demon dissector, do not attempt to cut up a demon's body material.

At most, they might cut off some corners or ears, that's the best they could do.

The internal organs must be handled by professionals.

This is a rule that has been established through one unexpected event after another.

The overwhelming stench of blood, the burnt smell of sulfur, the stench of entrails, and the strange, disinfectant-like odor left by the powerful purifying spray assaulted the senses.

Sophia's face paled slightly, and she subconsciously covered her mouth and nose.

This flavor is way too strong!

Even on the main battlefield, it would be impossible to smell such blood.

However, she could understand why.

Bloodbath Fortress hasn't fought a siege battle in many years; the last time the demons pushed to the foot of Bloodbath Fortress's castle was many years ago.

Therefore, most of them are on the main battlefield.

The main battlefield is large, and there are mutual entanglements, with each battle taking place in a different location.

But Blood Pit Fortress is different.

Every war has been fought in front of the fortress, where people have always gathered.

In addition, the Abyss's attacks on it are powerful and almost never stop.

This has led to an excessively frequent killing here, resulting in this scene.

Black market merchants dressed in various colors weave through mountains of materials, negotiating prices and packing them up.

They spoke with accents from different dimensions, their faces bearing the marks of shrewd calculation and weary travel.

The sounds of gold coins clashing, magic crystals glowing as they were examined, and intense haggling filled the air.

This is an open-air trading market set up on the front lines of the battlefield, serving the Avengers.

However, the scene was quite normal, and not even lively enough for them.

After all, the number of demon corpses left behind by the Night's Watch in their war was not large, and was completely disproportionate to the number of demons they killed.

In and around this chaotic and bustling sky, fully armed patrol teams never cease their work.

They were dressed in the standard uniform of the Night's Watch, marching in unison, their sharp eyes scanning the entire area, occasionally exchanging hues in hushed tones, and halos of light flashing in their vision.

Just as Arian and the others were drawn to the scene and observing it, Gronn suddenly widened his eyes and roared, "Ragnar?! You old bastard, aren't you still rotting in some demon's gut?"

A burly orc who was directing his men to carry away the corpse of a giant horned demon turned around, revealing a row of ferocious yellow teeth on his one-eyed face, and laughed in response.

"Gelong! You stonehead! Your injuries are enough for your mother to resurrect you ten times over and you're still not dead? Ha! Bloodbath Fortress has sent people here to scavenge?"

His words were rude, but his eyes revealed the joy of reuniting with his old comrades.

I never expected to meet friends here. After all, there are quite a few people on the battlefield, and a large number of them are dying every moment.

Arian nodded to an elven ranger dressed in high-elf style light armor who was carefully examining an inscription on a demon skull. The ranger recognized him and returned the greeting with a reserved air: "Captain Arian. It seems the excitement at the Blood Pit has even made our 'home base' restless."

After exchanging pleasantries with people I knew.

Arian and the others exchanged glances, and everyone noticed the astonishment in each other's eyes.

Very simple.

These acquaintances are not in a good state.

Of course, this doesn't mean they were possessed or influenced, but rather that their emotions became more positive and uplifting.

Those who knew them were all old guys who had fought on the battlefield for at least twenty years.

Having fought for so many years and survived, their hearts had long since become cold and hard. But the problem was, the tone of their voices and the changes in their outward emotions during their conversation just now were completely different from before.

"Perhaps it's because of the environment here. After all, under this white light, you can have a good rest."

"And judging from the range, fighting demons within this protective shield will definitely be much easier than before."

This statement was met with approval from the crowd, who nodded in agreement, finding it quite plausible.

The real barrier at the end of the line of sight.

Passing through this makeshift battlefield market teeming with life and chaos, Apis led the delegation further inward.

Beyond the cleared core battlefield, the main body of the Blood Pit Fortress comes into view—a towering, heavy structure built from uniformly planned composite alloys and high-strength crystalline stone.

The main city wall, covered with truly powerful energy runes, finally appeared before them with overwhelming force, like a silent behemoth.

The massive city gates were tightly shut, and defensive towers stood tall. The orderly light emanating from the core of the enormous ironwork structure enveloped the entire main city, creating a stark contrast with the bustling "temporary outpost" behind it, showcasing the true majesty of the fortress of order.

Above the fortress, several floating towers could be seen with magic flowing around them, each topped with a huge gem, clearly indicating that these were magical towers with defensive capabilities.

However, none of these are particularly unusual.

Apis stopped and turned to face the slightly dazed messengers, saying calmly, "We've arrived. Please wait a moment; we will soon enter the fortress."

Her horse shifted slightly to the side, indicating a complex detection gate beneath the main city wall ahead, radiating a ghostly blue energy.

A true blood pit fortress.

The heavy alloy main gate emitted a deep, orderly hum, accompanied by the crisp "click" of complex alchemical locks sliding and disengaging, as it slowly rose inward.

Apis entered first, turning to the side and gesturing for passengers to enter.

Arian took a deep breath, suppressing his shock and doubt, and led his team into the true core area of ​​the Blood Pit Fortress.

Behind the gate was not the square or inner city they had imagined. The scene that came into view immediately caught their eye—a towering, gentle slope that hugged the base of the inner city wall, like a mountain of steel and rock.

The entire slope was not formed naturally, but was built up by densely packed, categorized ammunition boxes and supply cabinets stacked with astonishing efficiency.

This place is practically an open-air warehouse.

“Watch your step,” Apis’s calm voice was particularly clear amidst the lingering buzz of the doorway, “Supplies transfer area.”

The messengers looked up and were stunned by the sight before them.

Side by side, close to the main city wall, was a long row of heavy alchemical crossbows gleaming with cold metallic luster, ray towers flowing with magical glow, and some strangely shaped, standardized rapid-fire flamethrowers.

This is the abyss, and they all have enough vision to clearly distinguish which are weapons and which are other alchemical instruments.

They had seen similar firearms before and didn't find them strange.

I was surprised by the sheer number of people here.

They are like a dam of machinery and magic, with cannons protruding from the ramparts, overlooking the blood tide that may surge down below again.

But the dam itself is supported by another layer of "barrier"—countless metal ammunition boxes, rune energy lattices, and explosive boxes wrapped with fuses are stacked into small mountains, closely adjacent to each defensive device, as if they coexist with them.

The ammunition reserves in just this small area near the city gate exceed the ammunition reserves of a large mercenary group in Bloodbath Fortress.

Of course, mercenary groups are not exactly wealthy or powerful organizations.

But it's already amazing enough.

What drew everyone's attention even more was that several square, enormous alchemy platforms, suspended half a meter off the ground by anti-gravity runes, were silently moving between this "mountain of resources".

These platforms have a simple structure and radiate a stable magical glow, like a large chessboard.

The top was piled high with standard-sized sealed supply boxes.

These supply boxes all look the same and are the same size, but they have different labels on them, which show what substances are inside.

Whenever a platform's chest is quickly moved away by the watchmen or small alchemical puppets below, another fully loaded platform immediately hovers precisely in place, completing a seamless handover.

They are like diligent worker ants, building a fortress with a continuous flow of resources.

Looking along the gentle slope, a similar scene stretches to the horizon.

Under the huge shadow of the city wall, apart from the reserved passage, there was almost no open space to be seen; all of it was neatly piled up with supplies.

More weapons, heavy spare armor plates, bundles of engineering materials, mountains of standard sleeping bags and blankets, and piles of medicine boxes bearing the uniform green life rune logo.

Are those boxes filled with medicine?
If that's true, then I've really seen something amazing. Can you drink that stuff like water?

They were all surprised by the supplies, after all, they had heard that the Night's Watch had abundant logistical resources. But...
If the potion is real, they'll be shocked.

And they believe it to be true.

So, the most outrageous legend was actually true?
Drinking medicine like water.

Hopefully the deal will go through, so that at least the Bloodbath Fortress troops can get more potion supplies; the consumption of these items is just too high.

The air was filled with the faint scents of machine oil, enchanted metal, and refined magic crystals, mixed with the slightly sweet herbal aroma unique to potions, which cleverly suppressed the bloody and sulfurous smell outside the door.

This place is less like the interior of a fortress and more like the core area of ​​a massive, highly efficient battlefield logistics hub.

Arian could clearly hear the dwarf Gronn swallowing hard, and his own heart was in turmoil.

Bloodbath Fortress's logistics are already strong enough, but the sight before us is a shocking physical manifestation of "abundant supplies."

This extreme approach of establishing supply points directly at the foot of the city wall, or even using massive reserves to form a "mountain" to support them, still deeply impacts his understanding.

No wonder they were able to build a fortress here to withstand the demons' onslaught.

Wars are all about resources.

This is especially true on the battlefield of bloody battles.

After all, this is the Abyss, and people from all over the worlds in the Astral Plane can come here to participate in the war through various means.

It can be said that what they never lack is soldiers, what they never lack are warriors.

However, logistical supplies cannot be supplied indefinitely.

"This...this is all taken at will?" Ge Long couldn't help but ask in a gruff voice, pointing to the ammunition boxes piled up near the posts.

“Anyone who fights for the fortress is welcome,” Apis replied succinctly, her gaze sweeping over the supply area.

"Standard wartime rationing rules: supplies are allocated as needed, and losses are recorded and replenished by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you are interested, you can visit the warehouse system later."

She seemed to have already guessed that one of the delegation's important objectives was related to supplies, and her mention of "the warehouse visit system" carried a hint of understanding.

(End of this chapter)