Chapter 1510 - 960: Active Assault_2

Chapter 1510: Chapter 960: Active Assault_2

His gaze, like molten lava, fixed on Kana:

"Of course, once we start truly expanding our territory outward, even if it’s just ’lateral connection,’ those two disgusting individuals... I’m afraid they won’t sit idly by. At that time, you and I will need to face them together."

"This is precisely the core reason I seek your support, Lord Carlos."

Kana solemnly said, "At that time, I will ensure that the divine pressure in the direction of the Blood Pit Fortress is borne by me, and I ask you to definitely take action to restrain or even repel the Evil God Power that may appear in our joint advancement area.

"Only when the divine level is stabilized can the ground forces succeed in their actions."

"The Rock is here, it will surely stand firm."

Carlos made a promise with the symbol of his divine office, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"You and I, as shields of Order, must together resist the tide of the Abyss. The details of the plan will be connected by my commanders to your deputies."

"Very well. Thank you for your support, Lord Carlos."

Kana slightly bowed.

"I will return and prepare now, and then initiate according to the plan."

"May the Light of Order guide the blade."

Carlos responded solemnly.

Kana’s figure slowly faded within the Sanctuary, leaving Carlos alone facing the map’s phantom.

The gaze of this Rock God once again swept over the route of the channel being developed, a trace of complexity flashing deep within his molten lava-like eyes.

So young, yet already deeply versed in the art of strategy and the balance of Power, even understanding how to utilize the subtle ’custom’ of the Blood Battle Battlefield... This "Savior" is indeed extraordinary.

Truly still too young, quite astounding.

Three days later, at Blood Pit Fortress

The signs of mobilization were like stones thrown into a deep pond, stirring ripples in this special furnace of Blood Pit Fortress.

Although the Night Watcher Legion itself maintained efficient silent operation, orders were quickly issued through data panels, with each combat unit methodically checking equipment, replenishing supplies, the atmosphere murderous yet orderly.

But the reaction of other groups within the fortress was much more vivid.

Outside the fortress, patrol teams:

A mixed patrol team comprised of Humans, Dwarves, and a Wood Elf was marching along the towering metal outer walls of the fortress.

Dwarf Warrior Glenn tapped his brand-new rune breastplate with stout fingers—this was exchanged for last battle’s merits.

Rumbling to the Elf Ranger Lira beside him, he said, "Hey, did you hear the wind? The Venerable is about to get serious! Actively strike! Push out!"

Lira’s slender fingers brushed over the longbow’s bowstring, her emerald eyes scanning the distant scorched horizon, her voice cold:

"Glenn, stay alert. Pushing out is good, but don’t let your blood rush to your head. The Demon claws could extend from the shadows at any time."

"Ha! What’s there to fear!" Glenn patted his breastplate, making a dull sound, "With my new ’iron skin,’ I’m itching! Staying in this fortress for defense, my bones are almost rusting! Actively chopping Demons is exhilarating!"

He turned to the silent Human Shield Guard Carl, "Right, big guy?"

Carl just tightened his grip on the massive tower shield in his hand, a muffled nasal sound emitted from beneath his heavy helmet:

"Yeah. Follow orders. Chop Demons."

His gaze remained vigilant, sweeping over the patrol area.

He was one of the few adventurers who came to the Abyss.

Yes, a portion of adventurers also came to the Abyss this year.

They belong to an experimental faction.

Trade area.

Several Abyssal Merchants of different Races gathered by a wagon drawn by armored lizards.

A humanoid merchant, Horace, wearing a monocle and dressed well but covered in dust, was quickly flipping through the ledger, muttering under his breath:

"Going to war again... hopefully, this time won’t drag the ’Silver Shuttle Transport Team’ into it. The loss of that batch of Demon Crystal raw ore last time had me in pain for half a year!"

Beside him, a female Demon-blooded merchant, Selia, with dark red skin and small curved horns, snickered, playing with an Abyssal Gold Coin between her fingers.

"Pain? Horace, long-term vision. Opening up that damn ’Death Corridor,’ later transport losses will reduce by at least thirty percent.

"With less risk, naturally, profits will be thicker. More good things can be brought in with those magical boxes from the Night Watchers, and our opportunities will be greater. I wish they’d do a good job this time!"

A gnome merchant, Bobok, wrapped in thick fur with only shrewd small eyes exposed, squeezed in, his voice sharp.

"Selia is right! However... before the war starts, it’s best to quickly clear goods likely to damage, or exchange them for more stable hard currency. Who knows if those crazy Demon maniacs will go mad bombarding? This is called risk hedging."

He rubbed his hands, small eyes flashing with calculating gleam.

Of course, the most informed and noisy places are always the taverns.

Here is forever a place where information, emotions, and alcohol mix to boil.

At present, the impending action is the only theme.

At a table near the bar, several Avengers who were clearly worn by time, not part of the Night Watchers’ formation, were seated together.

A burly man with three deep claw marks across his face, missing one ear, nicknamed "Scarface" Reck, downed a large mug of inferior ale, his clouded eyes burning with long-held anger.

"Damn it! Finally, moving? I’ve been in this hellhole for almost thirty years, watching those bastards flaunt outside.

layers? Bah! It used to be a stagnant pool waiting to rot. Guarding a broken fortress, watching Demons dance under our noses. Now, finally, a surge of fresh water is coming in."