A different world game? A different world game!

after a while.

The demon hunters were all ready, and the teams were dispersed and began heading to the abyss in order.

However, before heading to the abyss, they must first go to the outpost.

Of course, it's called an outpost, but it's located on the edge of the city.

This is also the most heavily guarded military camp, but it's no secret within the Night's Watch; it's the camp that connects to the Abyss.

At this moment, Shadow and his team arrived here first.

Claw felt as if he were standing at the entrance to the stomach of some enormous monster.

The massive camp enclosed by towering steel walls was not the front line he had imagined; it was more like a... frantically operating super transit center.

I had only seen it from afar before, and it never came close, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

Only after coming here in person this time did I realize how exaggerated it is.

But we should have gotten used to it by now; this is the Night's Watch's architectural style.

Get into it.

At the heart of the camp is a towering metal fortress, its style cold and rugged, its surface covered with heavy armor plates.

Countless thick energy conduits, like blood vessels, crawled across the surface of the fortress, eventually converging at a massive device at the top of the fortress that emitted an unstable, eerie light—that must be the "door" leading to the Abyss Bloodbath Fortress.

This is the core of the entire camp; the architectural style is too rugged, perhaps influenced by the abyss.

The fortress was surrounded by a maze of huge warehouses and open storage yards.

What made everyone in the Shadow Squad, including the usually lazy Sleepy, widen their eyes was the mountain of supplies.

It's not an ordinary box, but a specially made supply box printed with spatial folding runes!

Each of these boxes has enough internal space to hold the supplies of a small warehouse.

When carrying out missions on the Leviathan continent, their squads would take on a single node, typically covering several town areas.

The entire node would not be able to consume such a box of supplies for a very long time.

In the event of a major battle, a single box often represents a strategic-level reserve.

And here...

“My… God above…” Nightingale gasped, her voice trembling.

As far as the eye could see, countless spatial supply boxes were neatly stacked on specially made giant alchemy floating trailers.

Each trailer was like a moving mountain, piled high with these boxes; I estimate there were at least forty or fifty on each truck.

What's even more chilling is that these trailers weren't just one or two, but lined up in a long queue.

Pulled by a massive steel structure, they continuously drove toward the loading and unloading port at the bottom of the fortress.

The loading and unloading ports, like the mouth of a giant beast, efficiently devour these "hills".

"Tsk," Pan Shi clicked his tongue, this usually composed man showing a rare look of shock, "One truckload... enough for us at that point in time for ten years, right? No, twenty years?"

"More than that!"

Claw licked his slightly dry lips, the wild light in his eyes replaced by pure astonishment.

"That's enough to wage a war of annihilation! How many truckloads of supplies are being transported here every day? Dozens? Hundreds? The battle in the abyss... are they using supplies as sand to fill the gaps?"

Just imagining the scale of that consumption made him feel a suffocating pressure.

The intensity and scale of the war this represents far exceeds anything they had ever known before.

Seemingly sensing their undisguised shock, the warrior leading the way, clad in Night's Watch logistics light armor and bearing the marks of time on his face, turned around with a smile:

"New here, huh? Look at your expressions, exactly the same as when I first came. Your jaws practically dropped to the floor, didn't they?"

He pointed to the endless torrent of supplies: "Think it's exaggerated? Think the brothers in the abyss are using supplies to overwhelm the demons?"

The Shadow Squad members nodded subconsciously.

The soldier grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said with a knowing, slightly sarcastic tone, "I understand. But don't overthink it. The attrition on the Abyss Front is alarming, but not this bad."

He lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret: "See those special markings on the sides of those boxes? Look, the one with the flaming hammer head? And that stone shield mark? Most of these aren't meant for our brothers in Blood Pit Fortress."

"Is that for...?"

The nightingale keenly grasped the key point.

He thought of other forces in the abyss, such as the Bloodbath Fortresses that exist in every Bloodbath battlefield.

"Allies!" the warrior clapped his hands. "Blood Fortress! Do you know how many people are over there?"

He held up two fingers and shook them exaggeratedly.

"You'll be horrified when I tell you! The population size is like a super kingdom in the abyss!"
"The demonic tides come one after another, but they are able to withstand them because of their substantial resources and powerful legion combat capabilities."

"Our main business as Night's Watch members, besides providing fire support and high-end combat power, is supplying them with these 'firewood' so they can burn brighter and keep the demons firmly pinned down on the defensive line!"

He paused, looking at the team members' expressions of sudden realization yet still barely concealing shock, and added.

"Of course, we also suffer heavy losses: new equipment, potions, construct cores, and the never-ending repair of our positions..."

"It's just not as 'whale-like' as this transport scene looks. Alright, stop standing there, hurry up, we've arrived at the equipment station, the Abyss doesn't wait for those who dawdle."

The soldier's words calmed the team members down a bit, but the scene before them, like a torrent of matter rushing toward the throat of the abyss, was deeply imprinted in their minds.

This vivid imagery speaks volumes more than any briefing about the brutality and grandeur of the Abyss Battlefield—a meat grinder that demands massive amounts of resources and lives to fill.

They were led into a busy annex next to the fortress.

Inside, the room was brightly lit and bustling with noise, filled with the sounds of metal clanging, energy humming, and staff giving rapid instructions.

The air was filled with the distinctive smells of engine oil, new leather, and some kind of protective coating.

Of course, you can also feel the chaotic magic in the air, which means that there are all kinds of magical energy colliding here.

This is the Abyss Specialized Equipment Distribution Center.

The process is incredibly efficient.

Based on their registered class and combat style preferences, the staff quickly assigned basic equipment plans:

Protective armor.

Without hesitation, Rock walked toward the "Rock-type" heavy armor that gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

Thick composite alloy plates cover key parts of the body, with multi-layered flexible protection at the joints and an energy-absorbing cushioning material as the inner lining.

An armor maker quickly stepped forward and made minor adjustments to fit his muscular physique, the hammer clanging as he ensured the armor fit snugly without compromising necessary flexibility.

Shadow Walk has opted for the more restrained and flexible "Hunter" style in the China League One.

Dark gray matte armor plates cover the chest, abdomen, shoulders, arms, and greaves, providing balanced protection while maximizing the needs for stealth and high-speed movement. The armor maker adjusted the waist and joint straps.

Claw, Nightingale, and Sleepy all opted for the lightweight "Scout" armor.

The core is inlaid with lightweight armor plates, mainly made of tough, abyss-treated monster leather and special fibers. They are extremely lightweight and have almost no impact on their transformation and agility.

The armor maker mainly helped them adjust the tightness of the straps and wrist guards.

The process is very quick, and the staff here are already used to it.

In addition to the specially made armor, there are also enhancements to the weapons.

After all, they were heading to the abyss.

Even on the battlefield of bloodshed, it is still the main battlefield of demons.

The squad members all took out their main weapons.

The Shadow Tracking Dagger, the Claw Poisoned Claw Blade, the Nightingale's "Silent Messenger" Pistol, the Rock's "Demon Hunter-II" Heavy Pistol, and the Sleepy Special Shadow Dagger.

Several rune masters from the blacksmith shop surrounded them, holding engraving pens that shimmered with arcane light.

These are essentially sculptors who receive two salaries.

In addition to the blacksmith's shop, they also received alchemy lab work.

“Abyssal demons are tough and resilient, making conventional weapons less effective. Engraving your core blades and bullet enchantment zones with runes like ‘Spellbreaker,’ ‘Sharpness,’ and ‘Order Burn’ will significantly increase your damage output, especially against low-tier demons.”

An elderly runemaster with a white beard explained as he rapidly inscribed intricate patterns on the claw's blade.

"This is a new technology that has been honed in the bloody battles of the past few years, specifically designed to deal with the toughest challenges in the Abyss."

As the runes were completed, a faint, cold light shimmered across the surface of the weapon.

In addition, there are naturally new alchemical technologies.

Each person was forcibly issued a standard "Abyss Defender" magic-powered pistol.

The streamlined gun body is slightly larger than the Nightingale's "Silent Messenger," with a more rugged structure and a specially designed energy stabilizing ring at the muzzle.

How should I put it? It has a rugged feel to it.

The Night Watch's items rarely have a rugged feel; I don't know who brought this influence, but everyone prefers weapons with a streamlined, refined beauty.

This is something the elves really appreciate.

As is well known, elves generally have good taste, so if they think an appearance is good, other races will usually like it too.

Unless this race has an unusual sense of aesthetics, there's nothing that can be done.

The abyss has a rugged and heavy appearance, giving people the feeling of immense power and flying bricks.

"The magical environment in the abyss is chaotic, and ordinary firearms are prone to malfunctioning or misfiring, or becoming contaminated."

"This 'Defender' has a built-in anti-interference core and purification filter, and uses standard energy crystal clusters to ensure stable firing even in the most polluted environments."

"It's quite powerful and can save your lives in a critical moment. You can take another one if needed; we have enough ammunition and transistors."

The sergeant in charge of distributing weapons was concise. Rock didn't stand on ceremony and took an extra one, hanging it at his waist.

Of course, the main reason is that even with such specialization, the damage and failure rates of these guns in the abyss are still quite high.

Therefore, it should be made a bit rough, so that after simple training on the battlefield, individuals can make some temporary repairs themselves.

The overall atmosphere of the Abyss is somewhat unfavorable for alchemical weapons.

Normally, warriors heading to the Abyss would stop here, but Claw and his group were clearly not among them.

For them, the last and most important thing was a silver-gray metal headband.

The design is simple, with only a unique gemstone the size of a pigeon egg set in the center of the forehead, which seems to have a milky white halo flowing inside.

"Put it on."

The staff member said seriously.

"The whispers of the abyss are all-pervasive, and the chaotic will directly impacts the soul."

"This 'Mind Stone' headband can form a mental barrier, filtering out most direct mental pollution and temptations."

“Remember, in the abyss, as long as you are awake, don’t take it off! It is the key line of defense for you to maintain your ‘self’.”

The team members solemnly placed the headbands on their foreheads, and a cool and peaceful feeling instantly enveloped their consciousness, as if the surrounding noise had been blocked out.

This is specially made for Witchers.

They all have demonic blood in their bodies, some even approaching fifty percent.

The influence of this profound demonic bloodline on them is immense.

Even on the battlefield, such influences are pervasive, meaning that Witchers suffer several times, or even dozens of times, more from the abyss than others.

Therefore, such mental protection is necessary. Even with such mental protection, they still need to be rotated frequently and cannot stay in the abyss for a long time.

After being fully armed, the team members looked each other over.

His entire body was covered in specialized dark gray or black armor, his weapons gleamed with dangerous runic light, a reliable magic-powered pistol hung at his waist, and the Tranquility Stone on his forehead emitted a faint glow.

They are no longer the Witcher who clear out the minions in the main world, but a vanguard of the abyss about to step into true purgatory.

Led by the warriors, they traversed the labyrinthine passages inside the fortress, finally arriving at a heavily guarded, massive archway.

Behind the door was a vast hall, and in the center of the hall was the Gate of the Abyss!
It was not the portal or vortex one might imagine, but a huge circular "hole" with a diameter of more than ten meters, suspended in mid-air.

The edges of the hole were extremely unstable, like boiling, turbulent, filthy blood. Thick, dark red energy twisted and wriggled, emanating a terrifying aura of chaos and depravity. Just getting close to it made one instinctively feel repulsed and uneasy.

Inside the hole was a deep, swirling darkness, as if connected to the most primordial, chaotic core of the universe.

This is the entrance to the battlefield of bloodshed—the Gate of the Abyss.

The guide soldier made a hand gesture.

"Ready? Take a deep breath, follow me closely, don't hesitate, take that step! Good luck, recruits!"

They certainly couldn't be considered new recruits, but to the Abyss, they were no different.

After all, most of the Night Watchers who come to the Abyss are level nine or ten.

Moreover, the intensity of the battles in the Abyss is much stronger than imagined.

Shadow was the first to take a step, his figure instantly disappearing into the swirling vortex of filthy blood.

Claws growled and followed closely behind.

Nightingale took a deep breath, Rock gripped his gun tightly, and Sleepy took one last look at the light of the main world. The five-person team then stepped into the abyss gate leading to endless bloodshed. (End of Chapter)