Chapter 431: "Requesting Reinforcements, Requesting Reinforcements!

“They can only stay in the Qiuming Basin.”

“Therefore, the Ghost Tide there, under the command of the Ghost Race, won’t expend too much energy to break through the defense line. But if they find out a large batch of resources is being transported through, that’s another matter entirely.”

“Then what about the Western Plains?” Chen Fan asked again. “The map shows that the Western Plains are located in the heartland of the Eternal Night Continent, not bordering any sea. If this place is occupied by Ghost Objects, how do they replenish their forces?”

“Good question.”

The man said grimly, “Ghost Objects can dig. The reason you haven’t seen them digging in Jiangbei is because Jiangbei hasn’t completely fallen yet. In areas that have completely fallen, Ghost Objects can dig tunnels underground to bypass the City Walls.”

“The Western Plains are in the heartland of the Eternal Night Continent, but a continuous stream of Ghost Objects travels upstream from the sea along underground rivers and emerges from the ground in the Western Plains.”

“There is a fractured Node in the Western Plains, and there’s a defense line there too, called the Western Plains Defense Line. It’s responsible for watching over the Western Plains—a defensive line turned inward to prevent the Ghost Tides there from escaping and spreading to other regions.” ℯ𝔴ℯ

“I understand.”

Chen Fan nodded, leaned back in his chair, and fell into deep thought, rubbing his temples without speaking.

This conversation gave him a preliminary understanding of the overall situation on the Eternal Night Continent.

Simply put, the Eternal Night Continent was like a tattered piece of clothing, and the role of their defense lines was to patch up the holes.

The continent was in tatters.

They just kept patching it up.

That was the reality of their situation.

In these circumstances, the importance of supply lines was self-evident. When one defense line had an excess of Ghost Stones, they needed to be transported to other lines in a timely manner. Only with this kind of coordination could each defense line have a chance to hold its own territory.

But how to transport Ghost Stones and resources to other fronts—that was the big question.

There was surely more than one fallen heartland area like the Western Plains. Each additional fallen area would double the difficulty of transporting supplies.

And all the Ghost Race had to do was wait patiently.

They just had to wait for the Eternal Night Hall to fall into chaos and for problems to arise in Ghost Stone distribution. Once three or four regions fell, it would trigger a snowball effect of collapses. The entire continent could fall in just a few short months.

And when a region falls, to reclaim it, the Eternal Night Hall’s ultimate last resort is probably…

Chen Fan looked at the obese man in the black cloak sitting next to the other man—his body far larger than a normal person’s—and said softly, “A Night Watcher?”

The obese man nodded and squeezed a sound of affirmation from his throat. It was extremely piercing, like fingernails scraping on glass.

His face was unseen.

“I’m with the Outgoing Action Team,” the shirtless man explained in a deep voice.

“A primary duty of the Eternal Night Hall’s Outgoing Action Team is to crush any spark that could become a raging inferno. That’s why we must be accompanied by a Level 20 or higher Night Watcher whenever we’re in the field.”

“A Level 20 Night Watcher…”

“The power released by its self-destruction is enough to instantly wipe out all Ghost Objects in a twenty-kilometer gap.”

“…”

Chen Fan toyed with the Glazed Little Man in his hand. ‘This power is far greater than a Level 6 Celestial Pillar.’ He even suspected it might be more powerful than a Max Level Celestial Pillar.

The Jiangbei Defense Line was 170 kilometers long.

Theoretically, if just nine Level 20 Night Watchers were distributed along the Jiangbei Defense Line and all self-destructed at once, they could instantly clear the entire area of Ghost Objects. Of course, that would only clear one wave; the subsequent, endless Ghost Tides would be unstoppable.

But—

that was already an outrageous amount of power.

On the Eternal Night Continent, an individual’s power was minuscule. Forget nine—not even ninety thousand Martial Kings could defend the Jiangbei Defense Line. They couldn’t hold it for even a single breath.

The fact that Night Watchers could do this already placed them far beyond Ordinary Cultivators.

“Besides, a Night Watcher’s self-destruction won’t destroy the defense line or affect humans.” The shirtless, scarred man recounted this with a deadpan expression, as if speaking of something that had nothing to do with him.

“Orders from above. If Jiangbei really does establish a defense line and barely manages to hold on, and you reach a point where you can’t endure any longer, I will activate the Night Watcher with me to help Jiangbei survive this rainy season. Then, the Eternal Night Hall will find a way to send resources over to sustain this defense line.”

The obese man sitting beside them, draped in a huge black robe, showed no physical reaction. This rather objectifying language didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest.

Perhaps sensing Chen Fan’s mood, the obese man spoke, word by word, in a hoarse voice.

“A Night Watcher’s destiny… is to be activated.”

“This is normal.”

His voice was grating, like a sound made after a throat has been slit. It was raspy, and he spoke with extreme slowness.

“…”

Chen Fan froze for a moment. He had heard those words before. Big Fish had once said the same thing to him.

After a long silence, he finally stood up and looked at the shirtless man. “It’s been a long journey for you both. I’ll arrange a place for you to rest first. We can discuss the specific details tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

“By the way…”

He glanced at the man’s exposed torso and asked with some hesitation, “Aren’t you cold? And these scars…?”

The man suddenly burst out laughing.

“I am a special Cultivator, a ‘Fire Descendant.’ My internal organs are constantly spewing flames. I’m not afraid of the cold, but I am afraid of the heat. As for these scars…”

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of flame suddenly burned through the skin of his abdomen from within. With a practiced slap, the man extinguished the flame that had just erupted from his body, then took out an Elixir and pressed it onto the new wound.