A different world game? A different world game!

In the conference room.

Stewart continued speaking.

He leaned forward slightly, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and his voice suddenly turned deep, like a mountain pressing down:

"That's enough of the pleasantries. I'm confident in your keen senses and battlefield intuition—"

His gaze swept over Shadow, Venom, and the others.

"From the moment you stepped into this room, from the moment you saw the Prophet Ansterk and his legendary colleagues seated there, you already had the answer in your hearts."

"We, who bear the blood of demons yet still yearn for order, have been summoned from every corner of the world and gathered in this strategic heartland... The purpose is self-evident!"

He paused for a moment, letting that invisible pressure settle in everyone's heart.

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the faint hum of the holographic star map in operation.

“That’s right.” Sterval’s voice was resolute, like a thunderclap breaking the silence. “Target—the Abyss Front, the Bloodbath Battlefield!”

"boom--"

Despite prior speculation and the seemingly foreshadowing by the tower master's opening remarks, this definitive announcement was still like throwing a boulder into a calm lake.

The conference room was instantly detonated.

"A bloody battlefield?!"

Claw was the first to cry out, his voice filled with unbelievable ecstasy and a trembling excitement, as he slammed his fist on the table.

"Damn! It's true! I finally don't have to scavenge for food in a rat hole anymore!"

Nightingale beside him suddenly grabbed his arm, her nails almost digging into his flesh. Her eyes shone, her lips trembled, and she tried to say something but could only gasp for breath. Her face was flushed with a mixture of immense excitement and instinctive fear.

"The abyss...the source of chaos..."

The usually composed Rock muttered to himself, his thick fingers unconsciously gripping the gunstock, his knuckles turning white.

The drowsiness vanished completely, the lethargy disappeared, and his body tensed like a bow, his eyes fixed sharply on the tower master, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.

"Hiss... It really is there."

The captain of the Ghost Claw squad gasped, his fingers, wrapped in black cloth, nervously curling and opening again.

The old scar on the Scarface Captain's face twitched slightly as he exchanged a solemn and complex look with the members of the Bloodstained Squad beside him.

There was a yearning for the ultimate challenge, as well as a deep fear of the terrifying legends of the bloody battlefield.

Even the Demon Slayer squad, which had experienced the brutal war in Tauriel, could not remain calm.

Venom's fingertips tapped lightly on the mithril short blade at his waist, the speed increasing.

Iron Jaw's metallic skin tightened, and the masseter muscles of his lower jaw bulged.

A murmur of barely suppressed discussion spread like a tide across both sides of the long table:
"The battlefield of bloodshed... that is an abyss. According to those who have returned, the battle there is never-ending, and the scale and chaos of the battlefield are unimaginable."

For the Soul Keepers and some Night's Watchers with access to information, the intelligence within the Abyss is not complete. It doesn't exist.

Because the Night's Watch leadership didn't actually implement a blockade; they just wanted to prevent the information from spreading indiscriminately.

Therefore, quite a few people within the Night's Watch know about it, and as Witchers, they naturally pay even more attention and know even more.

In any case, all the Night Watchers who returned from the Abyss battlefield had a very significant increase in strength.

It's not just about gaining experience, but also about overall demeanor and the ferocity of combat.

After returning, they all seemed to have a sense of returning to simplicity.

The battles there were so intense and frequent that it seemed like fighting was happening all the time.

There has been a significant improvement in the ability to withstand environmental pressures, maintain seamless teamwork, and react effectively on the battlefield.

Furthermore, with the Night Watch's data-driven capabilities, there can be a very significant leap in strength.

This makes the Abyss Battlefield both frightening and intriguing.

"Can our bloodline really withstand the conditions there?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask.

This is what worries them the most. Although they are curious, they have never thought that they could go to the abyss because they are a kind of people with demonic blood.

In the normal world, the demonic bloodline within them sometimes goes out of control, and they rely on the Night Watch's datafication to avoid the chaotic influence of the bloodline on people.

But when they go to the abyss, in such an environment, can they really maintain their true nature?

Those who possess demonic blood tend to have relatively long lifespans, so everyone present has experienced the unbearable period before the Night's Watch arrived and before they joined.

It was only a little over ten years ago.

It's not far off yet.

It's almost as if the memory is still vivid in my mind, so it's perfectly normal to have such concerns.

"The Witchers are finally going back to their old ways; the demons there are endless."

Obviously, there are also people who don't care much about this aspect.

"The Soul Guardians are back; it looks like they're getting serious!"

"The abyss, with so many demons, it's unimaginable."

"..."

Whispers mingled with excitement, tension, anxiety, and eagerness, creating a stifling commotion in the cold strategic meeting room.

Stewart Cursed Blade did not stop them immediately; he simply sat quietly, his lava-like gaze sweeping over the faces etched with complex emotions.

Like an experienced hunter surveying a restless pack of wolves, waiting for the perfect moment.

The invisible pressure spread again, heavier and more solid than before, gradually suppressing the noise.

When the last whispers faded away, the meeting room fell silent once more.

When only the faint hum of the holographic star map remained, the tower master finally spoke again.

His voice was deep, yet it pierced the heavy air clearly, carrying a power that seemed to understand the human heart:

"I know what you're worried about."

His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing precisely into the depths of those who were trying to maintain their composure.

"The blood of demons... the call of the abyss... that pervasive, chaotic whisper, like a maggot clinging to the bone."

His words made no attempt to evade the issue, directly striking at the deepest fears.

“You know better than anyone that, were it not for the Night’s Watch’s blessing, many of you would have long since lost your way in the turmoil of your bloodline and become puppets of chaos. This profound vigilance is the cornerstone of your strength and the proof of your continued existence.”

His words made everyone's hearts jump.

Claw's Adam's apple bobbed, Nightingale bit her lip, and Rock's knuckles creaked as she clenched them.

The fangs' eyes sharpened, and the iron jaws tightened even more.

This is their greatest nightmare: the chilling fear that instinctively surges up upon learning of their target, almost overwhelming their excitement.

“The abyss, a battlefield of bloodshed,” Stewart’s voice deepened, emphasizing the harshness of the environment.

"The chaos and malice there are a thousand times, ten thousand times greater than in the main world! It is like a giant vortex that will frantically pull at the bloodline originating from the abyss within you, trying to assimilate you and drag you into eternal madness."

Every word struck my heart like a hammer blow, painting a picture of hell.

"but!"

The tower master's voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder, dispelling some of the heavy gloom. "Look at yourselves!"

He suddenly stood up, his tall figure exuding a powerful aura, and the demonic wings on his back seemed to unfurl as well.

"You are no longer the half-demon offspring trembling in the corners of Eternal Abyss, awaiting your fate! You are the tenth-level Night Watchers!"

"You are demon hunters forged by will and hatred! The demonic blood within you is no longer a shackle of curse, but a power that you have tamed, mastered, and transformed into a sharp blade!"

He pointed to Shadow, Fang, and Ironjaw, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"You have crossed that threshold between life and death, and with the blessing of data, your will is as firm as a rock!"

"The whispers of the abyss may tempt mortals and corrupt cowards, but they cannot shake you souls reborn in the flames of order!"

These words were incredibly encouraging, dispelling some of the fear and igniting a deep-seated pride.

Claw straightened his back, his eyes rekindling their fire; Nightingale took a deep breath, his gaze hardening; Rock's grip on the gunstock loosened slightly.

“Moreover,” Sterwald’s tone turned steady, with a convincing certainty, “the Night’s Watch will not leave you in dire straits without making thorough preparations. You bear a special mission; you are the dagger that Order uses to pierce the heart of the abyss, and your safety is also crucial to the strategy.”

He looked around at everyone, his molten lava-like gaze carrying the weight of a promise.

"In response to the unique effects of the abyss environment on bloodlines, the fortress command has already developed a rigorous countermeasure strategy."

"First, all demon hunters entering the Abyss battlefield will be equipped with special mental protection devices. These devices are not omnipotent, but they can effectively filter the most direct chaotic mental shocks, like an umbrella for your mind in a storm."

"Secondly, and most importantly."

He emphasized, "You will not be stationed on the most polluted front lines for extended periods like ordinary soldiers. The Night Watch will implement a strict rotation system for you!"

"Rotation mechanism?"

Scarface couldn't help but repeat it in a low voice, a word that made everyone's eyes light up.

It's definitely not a normal Night's Watch rotation system, otherwise they wouldn't be able to keep up.

“That’s right,” Stewart affirmed. “Depending on the intensity of the mission and the degree of erosion in the abyss environment, after you have been on missions in the Bloodbath Battlefield for a period of time, you must be forced to rotate back to the Fortress’s Order Sanctuary for rest and recuperation.”

"There, there are special purification rituals, spiritual guidance, and targeted blessing enhancements to ensure that your mental state is fully restored and the restlessness of your blood is completely calmed."

"Only after confirming that the status is completely stable will you be allowed to participate in the next round of missions. This mechanism will isolate the Abyss from the continuous pollution of your bloodline essence to the greatest extent possible."

"call……"

A distinct exhalation sound filled the conference room.

My tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Rotation mechanism! Forced rest! Orderly shelter zone! These words were like sweet rain, extinguishing the burning flames in my heart.

While the risks cannot be completely eliminated, this mechanism transforms the seemingly unsolvable abyssal erosion into a manageable and combatable process.

As for whether or not to believe it.

It can be said that, to this day, all members of the Night's Watch have unconditionally trusted the plans devised by the Night's Watch leadership.

This will continue, at least until the Night's Watch betrays this trust.

Claws wore a relieved expression, and Nightingale and Rock exchanged a glance, both seeing the ease in each other's eyes.

Venom's tense shoulders relaxed, and Iron Jaw nodded slightly.

This is undoubtedly the most crucial guarantee, resolving their biggest concern.

“Now,” Stewart’s voice regained some warmth, even carrying a hint of encouragement.

"I have another piece of news for you. In view of the special nature of the Abyss Battlefield mission and the crucial role you will soon play, the Night Watch leadership has decided that all Witcher members participating in this Abyss Frontline mission will be given priority in the Legendary promotion process!"

"Priority ranking?!"

This time, the exclamations were even louder than before, filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

Especially the Demon Slayer squad and the members of the other two Soul Guardian sequences—Fang, Ironjaw, and the others behind them—had their eyes instantly flash with a scorching light!
legend!

That was a watershed moment in terms of power, a leap in the level of life.

In the main world, the competition for legendary advancement resources is incredibly fierce.

There are countless level 10 peak players waiting in line.

“Priority ranking…this means…” Fang’s voice trembled slightly, and the mithril dagger at her waist seemed to hum softly in response to its owner’s surging emotions.

Beneath Ironjaw's metallic skin seemed to surge with power, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

They were among the closest to the legendary threshold, and this news was like heavenly music.

Even members of the Shadow Squad and the Bloodstained Squad were breathing heavily. Although they might be a little far from being legendary, this represented an unprecedented opportunity and the importance attached to them by the Night Watch's higher-ups.

"Yes, priority."

Stewart gave an affirmative answer, his gaze sweeping over the excited faces.

"The Abyss is a crucible, and also the cruelest testing ground. Survive, complete missions, hone your skills, and the speed at which you accumulate merit and break through bottlenecks will far exceed the pace of waiting methodically in the main world."

"This is both an opportunity and a challenge! Use your courage and achievements to knock on the door of legend!"

The final encouragement was like a raging fire, completely igniting the fighting spirit of all the demon hunters present.

The fear of the abyss was soothed by the rotation mechanism and protective measures, and the dawn of the legendary path was illuminated by the "priority ranking" policy.

At this moment, the suffocation of the rat hole and the excitement of the Tauriel continent were all thrown to the winds.

The battlefield, that legendary land of war, is no longer just a death trap for them, but a glorious battlefield where they can temper themselves, realize their value, and pursue higher power.

As Stewart looked at the imposing and fervent-eyed team before him, a glint of satisfaction flashed in his molten lava eyes.

He slowly sat back down, his wings gracefully folding back.

"Detailed mission briefings, equipment allocation, rotation rules, and instructions for using the mental protection devices will be communicated to each squad later by designated personnel."

"You will have a short time in the Lord's world to make final preparations and say goodbye to your families—if you have the opportunity."

He paused, his voice becoming solemn and powerful:
"Blades of Eternal Abyss, the abyss awaits, order beckons. Use your boiling blood to tear apart chaos, use your tempered will to prove that demon blood can also forge a protective shield and cleave the spear of darkness."

"May the light of order guide you, and may you be tempered in the flames of the abyss to forge an even brighter light!"

"For order! For the glory of Yongyuan Township!"

Venomous Fang was the first to stand up, his right hand on his chest, his voice strong and clear.

Immediately afterward, Ironjaw, Shadowwalker, Scarface, Claw, Nightingale, Rock... all the Witchers, whether ordinary squads or elite Soul Keepers, rose in unison, their right fists slamming heavily into their left chests, producing a dull, resounding impact, and they all let out a low growl:

"For order! For the glory of Yongyuan Township!"

The roar echoed between the sturdy conference room walls, filled with a do-or-die determination and the courage to face the boundless darkness.

Stewart Cursed Blade nodded slightly, his figure appearing incredibly tall in the light of the alchemical lamp orb.

He said no more, his tall figure appearing majestic and imposing in the light of the alchemical lamp.

He gestured slightly to Anstellar Stargazer and several other legends beside him.

Immediately, the young assistant stepped forward and began to guide the team leaders and representatives of the Soul Guardians in an orderly manner, preparing for the next phase of group briefings.

The tower master gave one last look at the group of warriors about to step into purgatory, his eyes filled with expectation and heaviness. Then, his figure disappeared silently from the main seat, as if blending into the shadows.

Only a faint spatial fluctuation and the heavy imprint left in his consciousness by the pitch-black greatsword known as the "Cursed Blade" remained.

The alloy doors to the strategic conference room slid open slowly once more.

Light streamed in from outside. (End of Chapter)