Chapter 1517 - 963: Rendezvous

Chapter 1517: Chapter 963: Rendezvous

"Construct Spore Support!"

The Dwarf Gunman Brom shouted from the team.

A few fist-sized green spores were precisely thrown from the hands of the Night Watchers, who were holding peculiar Alchemy Weapons in the rear.

These special alchemical products exploded above the team, scattering green dust containing life energy.

The dust quickly adhered to the wounds of the teammates who had just been scratched by the Shadow Demon’s Sharp Claws, stopping the bleeding and healing at a visible speed, dispelling the weak shadow erosion attached to the wounds.

"Maintain formation! Target, the abandoned watchtower ahead! Clear it out!"

Mark wiped demon blood off his face plate without a moment’s pause, leading the vanguard unit to continue charging at high speed towards the designated target.

They were as precise and deadly as a scalpel, carving a bloody path to their target amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

Across the battlefield, brutal and bloodthirsty fights unfolded in every corner, continuously showcasing the demons’ chaotic nature in their grotesque "farce."

An Avenger veteran had his left arm severed at the shoulder by the Giant Axe of a Frenzy Demon, blood gushing wildly.

But he seemed impervious to the pain, with nothing but insane hatred in his eyes.

"Screw you, demon, die!"

Gripping a poisoned dagger tightly in his right hand, he used his last strength to leap onto the Frenzy Demon, viciously stabbing the dagger into its relatively fragile eye socket, the poison acting instantly, perishing together with the Frenzy Demon.

The two fell entangled into the thick bloody mud.

For the Avenger, this outcome couldn’t be more perfect, taking one down even in death.

This is the Avenger’s hatred for demons.

And in the Abyss, such Avengers even formed units.

A small group of Quasai demons tried to flank, but in the charge, one was grabbed by a stronger Vulmag who found it in the way, crushing it like a rotten fruit, splattering purple-black entrails and pulp all over its companions.

The splattered Quasai demons were not angered, instead, they let out excited shrieks, licking the filth off their faces, charging more maniacally at the Night Watchers’ flanks, only to be pinned to the ground by multiple precise arrows.

Even at such times, you could witness such scenes on the battlefield.

Demons always upheld their tradition of infighting.

Or perhaps to them, this didn’t even count as infighting, it was just routine.

It’s hard to say just how many demons died by their own kind during the entire battle process.

It feels like the number is no less than twenty percent.

In front of a makeshift defense line formed by Night Watcher Shield Guards and Spear Soldiers, lay a thick pile of demon corpses.

A Balrog Flame Demon attempted to tear open the defense line with a flaming whip, but it was blocked by an Ice Shield jointly summoned by multiple Night Watch Mages.

The scorching blaze clashed violently with the bone-chilling cold, emitting a hissing roar and a great deal of steam.

A Night Watcher Spear Soldier seized the moment when the Balrog Flame Demon was slowed by frost, viciously stabbing a Long Spear infused with an Armor-Breaking Rune into its relatively soft abdomen, demon blood spurted out like lava, sizzling on the ground.

The Balrog Flame Demon let out a painful roar, swatting away the Spear Soldier with a backward claw, but it also staggered back, engulfed by successive concentrated spells.

Even if this Balrog Flame Demon was immensely powerful.

But the Night Watchers were just like that, especially since this battle involved Level Ten elites.

From the beginning, Night Watchers had their own formidable way of fighting in team forms.

Which was to use many to overcome the strong.

After all, up until a few months ago, Night Watchers were still troubled by Legendary level combat capabilities.

How to fight across levels in team forms had long since become a scholarly pursuit among Night Watchers.

Joining forces to fight demons, that was something they were well versed in.

Twenty years ago, they were doing just that.

Some of the "children" of the Enchanting Demon Lord Qinla — the succubi did not directly engage.

After all, succubi, in some respects, were more akin to judicial entities or the type of assassins.

On the front lines, they were not very effective.

Roaming the battleground’s periphery, using illusions and psychic whispers to try and disrupt the Order Soldiers’ minds.

A young adventurer mercenary was confused by an illusion, vacantly strayed from the formation, heading towards a succubus disguised as an injured comrade.

At the moment the succubus showed its fangs, a cold blade flashed.

A silent Grey Elf Avenger appeared like a specter, precisely slitting the succubus’s throat with a poisoned dagger, silently bringing it down.

He coldly glanced at the still startled young mercenary.

"Don’t let your will be swayed."

Leaving those words, he once again merged into the battlefield’s chaotic shadows.

"That is the Soulless, the Succubus Killer."

The other mercenary beside evidently recognized this assassin.

Clearly, it was a famed entity.

Notorious for slaying succubi.

It’s said that his world was thrown into the Abyss through a doorway opened by internal trickery from succubi, leading to its destruction, dragged into the Abyss.

It’s said that his realm, even his family, were not lightly tormented and ravaged by succubi.

He even once sank into it all.

But he climbed out from such degradation, becoming an Avenger.

There were many such Avengers, but an assassin specialized in succubus slaughter was honestly quite rare.

After all, succubi, to some extent, were quite difficult to deal with, especially for a male.

But for the succubi, the Night Watchers were a tougher opponent.