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Abyss Floor 1121.

Compared to other battlefields, this battlefield was full of vitality.

After all, most training battlefields have become numb.

Except for the first floor.

The most apathetic floor, 1121, has been revitalized in just a few years, spreading its reputation and attracting more warriors who have had enough of apathy.

Of course, it's not just the Order side that's active; the Chaos side, as the opposing force, must also be equally active.

Although they didn't want to.

Far away from the "Strangler" defenses, an evil order permeates the landscape, a stark contrast to the Night's Watch fortress.

This is the core camp of the demons, a scene resembling a painting of hell.

The perimeter of the camp was a stinking, chaotic area of ​​dens haphazardly piled up by cannon fodder demons such as lesser demons and horned demons, filled with flesh, mud, and bones.

The number of demons gathered here was originally less than this, but now it's increasing.

The Abyss seems to have invested more power here, which has led to an increase in the number of demons born here, as well as demons from other dimensions that have come from various spatial tunnels.

After all, this is the Abyss. Although the general idea given by the outside world is that the Abyss is a tower-like structure, with each layer of the Abyss being equivalent to one layer of the tower, extending infinitely upwards and downwards.

But this is just a more easily understood concept.

The Abyss is a very special region. It is very close to many regions of the world, otherwise how could it be invaded?

Although space tunnels can traverse extremely long distances, there are still certain distance limitations.

The characteristics of the abyss allow it to overcome this distance limitation.

Essentially, this means that the abyss itself is spatially imperfect, so it is not actually a strict vertical structure, but rather a chaotic mass of things.

This is why the original battlefield, which only had a first level, did not spread downwards to the second or third level after it expanded outwards, but instead spread haphazardly to other cities.

For example, the 1121st floor.

In this camp teeming with demons, the most important area is the deeper part.

In the mid-level area stand twisted and grotesque buildings, composed of obsidian, sulfur crystals, and living tissue, their shapes defying geometric logic and filled with an atmosphere of pain and desire.

In the center of the region, there are huge blood pits in the arena where bloody battles take place all the time.

At the heart of the entire camp is a dark fortress constructed from massive skeletons, black boulders flowing with lava, and materialized resentful energy.

Like a giant heart, it beats, providing this abyss with a source of evil power.

At this moment, deep within this dark fortress, beside a lava pool filled with sulfurous steam and the stench of blood, five grotesque demon lords are gathered together.

High Berserker Lord Grol paced irritably, his Hellfire Double-Edged Axe dragging on the ground, sparks flying.

The soul fire flickered in the eyes of Necrom, the lich lord of the abyss, as he silently rubbed his spinal staff with his withered fingers.

The succubus lord Sheila leaned lazily against a stone pillar, her tail swaying gracefully, her eyes gleaming with calculation.

The abyssal behemoth lord Gradden was like a moving mountain, covered in thick scales, and his deep breathing sounded like muffled thunder.

The dominant figure was Balzac, the Slaughter Demon Lord under the Blood God. He was nearly four meters tall, covered in dark red scales, with four thick arms crossed over his chest, radiating a terrifying pressure from the peak of level fifteen.

Balzac's deep voice echoed in the hall, carrying the anger and will of the Blood God.

"Kana... that so-called 'savior,' he pushed the battle lines forward, causing this layer of bloody battlefield to begin to lean towards order again, which the Abyss is very dissatisfied with!"
"What's even more hateful is that His Majesty the Blood God personally issued an edict ordering me to quickly assemble troops, crush those Night Watchmen, and completely remove this thorn in our side by building the 'Blood Pit Fortress' he built in the Abyss."

For immortal beings, especially for demons like them who fight on the battlefield every day.

Kana is a bit too proactive in getting things done.

Haven't you only been in the Abyss for a few years?

Why are they building fortresses, expanding their territory, and now pushing the battle lines forward? Is there such a rush?

Can your forces keep up?
To be honest, these demon lords in front of them didn't really understand the specifics of this bloodbath battlefield.

Although they took over from the demon lords who previously ruled this place, you can't expect those demon lords to leave any useful information for their successors.

It's already a very friendly situation if no traps are laid.

After all, there are plenty of scoundrels among the demons.

The last time was just a simple test; they didn't expect the Order to take advantage of the test to push forward suddenly, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

They even took advantage of the fact that the front-line positions had been pushed so far forward, and built defensive fortifications on the spot, creating a wall to fight against them and burying them on the other side.

The preference for a particular battlefield is largely determined by the power represented by that battlefield's territory.

It can be largely understood as a coloring game.

In a bloody battlefield, the side that fills the most positions will gain the main advantage.

If the threshold is reached, it's equivalent to winning, or gaining an advantage in the next round.

"Therefore, this time we must launch a major counterattack, not only because of the Blood God's order, but also to deal with the Abyss's dissatisfaction."

"I believe you have all sensed that the Abyss is quite concerned about this sudden situation."

"If we do well, even the little bit of power given by the abyss will be enough for us to break through the limits of our own abilities and become gods."

As a relatively intelligent and calm demon commander, he also knows how to make empty promises and win people over.

Moreover, it must be admitted that the demons that were dispatched were more proactive.

The demon lords before them pondered for a moment and then nodded, for this was indeed the case, and such things had happened before.

If the Abyss cares, and they do a good job, a few small gifts are nothing to worry about.

But the small gifts from the abyss, falling into the hands of these demons who have not yet become gods, are priceless treasures.

Seeing the burning desire in everyone's eyes, he knew it was about time.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, the war began immediately.

Then, even if they can't achieve anything at once, they still have to put so much pressure on those who are supposed to maintain order that they can't breathe.

His gaze swept over the other lords.

"Grol, your Berserker Legion will lead the vanguard and tear through their first line of defense!"
"Sheila, with your succubus and eyeliner, infiltrate, corrode, I will throw their rear into chaos."

“Necrom, your necromancy and skeletal legions are responsible for battlefield support and suppression, disrupting their forces of order! Gradden…”

Balzac's gaze fell on the Beast Lord.

"You are our battering ram! When the time is right, crush their turtle shell!"

Groll let out a bloodthirsty roar in agreement, Sheila giggled and licked her lips, and Gratton sullenly pounded his chest.

Only the soul fire in Necrom's eye sockets flickered slightly, as if he was somewhat displeased that his research had been interrupted.

To be honest, he wanted to be transferred away from here.

It doesn't matter where the war is fought, so why insist on fighting on this level? Going to the first level might allow us to obtain more resources.

He just wanted some peace and quiet here.

But faced with Balzac's absolute pressure and the will of the Blood God, it ultimately only let out a meaningless hiss, which could be considered acquiescence. Balzac looked around with satisfaction.

"Very good! Remember, from this moment on, command of the battlefield on the 1121st floor of the Abyss belongs to me. For the glory of the Blood God, crush those ants of order!"

The Abyss Camp became even more agitated and restless due to the impending order for the final battle, and the atmosphere of killing was so intense that it almost became tangible.

……

Before the dust stirred up by the sulfur wind had settled, the murky horizon began to churn violently.

It was not a natural storm, but an overwhelming tide driven by pure malice and a desire for destruction.

At the top of a towering reconnaissance tower deployed at the front line, a winged scout is conducting reconnaissance.

The entire reconnaissance tower has only one function: to conceal its own presence and assist the winged people in conducting long-range reconnaissance.

The winged man flew in mid-air, gazing into the distance, towards the direction of the demon camp.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he abruptly opened his eagle eyes, which were far sharper than those of humans.

The wings on his back unconsciously spread slightly, as he felt the heavy pulse coming from afar that made the air tremble.

"Your Excellency is above..."

He murmured, his voice dry and strained.

Through the alchemical telescope in his hand, which was imbued with the runes of "Extreme Vision" and "Energy Insight," he clearly saw that breathtaking scene:
The once relatively chaotic and scattered demon lair area is now being driven and gathered together as if by an invisible whip.

The filthy torrent formed by the lesser demons and horned demons was no longer a scattered wave, but was forcibly twisted into thick, roaring black torrents, which surged clearly toward the "squeezing demon" defense line under the whipping and roaring of the berserker demon overseer.

What's even more unsettling is what lies behind the flood.

The colossal abyssal beast moved like a mountain, each step it took echoing heavily beneath the feet of the scouts in the distance.

Their massive bodies, covered in thick keratinous scales, loomed in the dim light, exuding a sense of despair and oppression.

In the shadows of these behemoths, wisps of foul clouds, formed by necromancy and exuding an aura of decay and coldness, slowly rose and spread, dimming even the glow of the sulfurous lava in their wake.

The pink mist stirred by the succubus's flapping bat wings filled the air, mixed with whispers of mental pollution that made one's mind sway, as if draping this army in a strange and dangerous veil.

At the very core, a terrifying pressure that stung the soul scorched the air like the core of a furnace—that was the location of the Slaughter Demon Lord Balzac.

The dark red energy radiance was like the eyes of the Blood God opening. Even from a great distance, it was enough to make the bloodline in the winged scout's body restless, and the calming stone ring emitted a rapid hum.

The other party noticed the observation but didn't care. After all, the demons were coming in like waves and had no intention of hiding themselves.

"Mass mobilization! Head due east, advance across the entire front!"

"Energy signal confirmed by High Demon Lord Balzac! Abyssal behemoth swarm! Necromantic spell cloud! Charm interference field!"

The winged scout's voice, urgent and solemn like never before, was transmitted instantly back to the command center of Blood Pit Fortress and Blood War Fortress via an encrypted tactical channel.

"We are a large force, and the other side definitely wants to break through our newly established defenses! Estimated contact time... three hours!"

The core strategic meeting room at the front line
A holographic projection made of magic lit up simultaneously, revealing the supreme commander of Blood Pit Fortress, Ryan.

A humanoid race with a resolute face, wearing the uniform of a high-ranking Night's Watch commander, and with pale gray skin and cracks.

And at this time, the highest commander of the Night's Watch on the front lines—"The Rock" Gronn.

Leilia had just returned to Bloodpit Fortress to take charge of affairs there, so the temporary opportunity at the front was handed over to Goron.

The opponent is also a tactical master of the Night's Watch, one of the earliest members to follow, and his experience in the Abyss should not be underestimated.

This is an image of a legendary dwarf warrior with hair and beard like steel needles and an incredibly robust physique, wearing heavy rune plate armor.

Two figures appeared on either side of the conference table. Their expressions turned extremely serious at the sound of the winged scout's report.

"It's finally here!"

Goron's voice was like rolling thunder as his massive fist slammed onto the virtual desktop, sending ripples through it.

"These abyssal scum have been holding back for so long, and they've finally got something big going on!"

They have been preparing for this.

Lyant's sharp gaze swept over the real-time updated battlefield situation map, which marked the demon legion's advance speed and energy reaction intensity.

"The energy readings reported by the scouts indicate that Balzac's power is stronger than the last time they encountered him, and he may have received a direct blessing from the Blood God. There's also necromancy and succubus mental contamination... This time they've got a full range of methods."

Goron spat.

"Hmph, no matter how many tricks they have up their sleeves, can they turn the world upside down? Our city walls aren't just for show! Commander Lyant, according to plan? The defensive line's weapons are itching for fire!"

Ryan nodded, his tone steady and swift.

"It's the perfect time. The strategy remains the same: hold the city and wear down their morale, use the floating tower system and artillery fire to eliminate their manpower, and focus on killing high-level targets and abyssal behemoths."

His fingers moved rapidly across the holographic map, deploying details:

Heart of the Furnace Cannon Cluster.

Switch to high-explosive/armor-piercing mode and prioritize attacking the Abyss Behemoth and the clustered Berserker phalanx.

The dwarven gunners are on high alert.

These are all weapons of war from Bloodbath Fortress on the defensive line. Their technology is in no way inferior to that of the Night's Watch, and in some cases even superior.

After all, they had been fighting a bloody battle in the abyss for who knows how long.

In addition, the "Resilience Aura" and "Mental Barrier" should be strengthened, and "Chaos Suppression" and "Weakness Curse" should be added to key areas.

Coordinate spell attacks, prioritizing the dispelling of the undead cloud of evil and suppressing the succubus's mental field.

It seems that the Order side has always taken mental protection very seriously, after all, a single mistake could turn a former warrior into a traitor.

The garrison troops on each section of the city wall entered a state of high alert, with Avengers, Night Watch warriors, and elite Bloodbath Fortresses mixed into groups, relying on the crenellations and fortifications.

Various relatively private squads act as mobile spearheads, ready to fill gaps or carry out decapitation strikes at any time.

The winged scouts continued to monitor the situation, highlighting Balzac's location.

How many air strike units are on standby to coordinate with the floating tower operation?

The reserve team entered the designated area to assemble and await orders.

The medical and purification team is ready to go forward at any time to treat the seriously injured and those overloaded by pollution.

“Commander Goron, brothers of Bloodbath Fortress, your area is the most important part of the defense. Hold off the first wave of attack.” Lyent looked at Goron.

"rest assured!"

Gronn slapped his breastplate, making a dull thud: "The dwarves' feet are rooted to the walls, let them smash their heads until they bleed."

"However, Lyont, my cannons need the 'Silence Messengers' to keep a close eye on those annoying flies; those flying things are quite a nuisance!"

"Understood, Nightingale-level snipers will be keeping a close watch on us."

"I can confirm that," Ryan confirmed.

The two commanders quickly exchanged final confirmations on the details, and the meeting concluded efficiently. The orders, like an invisible current, instantly spread throughout the entire defensive line. (End of Chapter)