Chapter 1537 - 972: Change (Part 2)

Chapter 1537: Chapter 972: Change (Part 2)

This proves that last month’s operation was not a flash in the pan, but rather a solid effort to drive the nails of order into the rotting flesh of the Abyss.

They indeed brought about a change and achieved some results, not like before when they were apathetically defending, eternally fighting to the death on the battlefield in front of the Blood War Fortress.

Those willing to come to the Abyss to participate in the war have all mentally prepared themselves for death.

What they fear is not death, but that their death brings about no change.

This forward push is indeed the best invigorating remedy.

"It’s more than just the defense line working well," an Abyssal Merchant wearing exquisite leather armor, with several gemstone rings on his fingers, leaned over, his face wearing a professional smile, but his eyes shrewdly scanning everyone.

"Gentlemen Warriors, you don’t know what this newly opened ’safe corridor’ means to us merchants running trade routes.

"In the past, transporting some ’local specialties’ from Blood Pit Fortress was always nerve-wracking, you’d wish you could hire an entire Mercenary Corps! Now? Haha!"

He exaggeratedly rubbed his hands together.

"Patrol teams shuttle back and forth, with firepower from both fortresses covering the way, and those scattered demon brats on the road are just like delivering vegetables.

"Transport volume has doubled, and losses have dropped by seventy percent! This business, now that’s what I call fun!"

The merchant’s words elicited a wave of good-natured hissing and teasing, but they also conveyed the tangible changes brought about by this corridor.

"So why the hell haven’t you said you’d give us a discount? You damn cunning merchant, get out!"

"Hahaha, well said, you damn merchants, it wouldn’t be right if you didn’t take the tab today."

"Alright! I’ll take the tab today!"

"Good! Now that’s a generous big merchant, haha."

The tavern bustled again, they did seem excited.

The tavern’s owner behind the bar watched the scene with a smile, wiping a glass. This kind of scene had been occurring frequently this month, and he was used to it.

"Speaking of which, I’ve wanted to check out the Blood Pit Fortress for a long time!"

A young recruit from the Blood War Fortress, with freckles on his face, said loudly with a hint of longing and intoxication.

"It is said the Night Watchers have all kinds of rare items here, and that... that Floating Tower. Looks way grander than the stone bastions we have.

"The road used to be too dangerous, the Captain wouldn’t let us wander around. This time I got to see it transporting supplies! That Iron Flower Structure, the speed of building houses, gosh! Like some kind of trick!"

His words resonated with many Blood War Fortress soldiers, who nodded in agreement.

This was different from those mages who manipulated earth and stone.

A whole building would rise from the ground, and you could see from the details to the overall structure that various materials were used.

In a corner, a silent Elf Avenger carefully wiped a poisoned dagger with a cloth, his gray-green eyes sweeping over the bustling crowd as he coldly interjected.

"Getting happy too soon. The corridor is open, and the line is stable. But demons are still there, and the Abyss is still there. This little advance is far from enough."

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was like ice water, slightly cooling the surrounding excitement.

"Haha! Old Elf, you’re being hasty!"

Nearby, a dwarf mercenary with a rugged face, obviously a little drunk, climbed onto a chair and laughed as he patted the elf’s shoulder.

Silently dodged by the other.

"You can’t become fat in one breath! Last month’s battle was fought beautifully, but painfully too.

"Look at the warehouse! Ammo, potions, backup equipment... consumed like water. Just the Night Watchers are rich enough, it makes me hurt to see it.

"Still want to push on? Take a break, brother! Let everyone catch their breath, let the warehouse replenish. Talk about it next time.

"To hold our ground now, kill demons steadily, I’d be satisfied. This cursed place, a victory like this can be bragged about for years."

His words represented the thoughts of a considerable number of pragmatic veterans; in the long defense history of Blood War Fortress, active offense is a luxury, while solidifying defenses and continuous attrition are the norm.

They are not greedy; the current achievements are precious enough.

The tavern’s cacophony seemed like walls, isolating the eternal pressure of the Abyss.

And in the core area of the Blood Pit Fortress, inside the command castle constructed of cold metal and solid rock, the atmosphere was a different kind of serious efficiency.

At the highest level of the castle, in the strategy meeting room, the light was bright and austere.

A huge holographic tactical sandbox hovered in the center, clearly displaying the forward "Rock Defense Line" and surrounding areas.

The crimson dots representing demon activity were still surging outside the line, but they were clearly held at bay by the orderly blue lights.

Kana sat staunchly at the head position, golden divine eyes calm and unruffled, a data aura behind him rotating slowly at a constant pace, silently processing massive amounts of information.

Raelia stood by the sandbox, dressed in military attire, her red hair tied up, with a trace of fatigue on her face, but her eyes remained sharp as an eagle.

Several key Night Watcher commanders and liaison officers from the Blood War Fortress stood on either side.

"Monthly briefing."

Raelia’s voice was clear and powerful.

"’Blood Anvil Bastion’ has withstood a total of thirty-seven impacts from demons, including nine high-intensity impacts.

"Relying on newly constructed fortifications, the Floating Tower’s firepower network, and the cooperation of both fortresses, the stability assessment of the defense line: excellent.

"Estimated demon losses far exceed previous times. Our casualties are within the expected range, logistic supply lines operate smoothly, and losses have been replenished."

After such a report went on for quite some time, the meeting finally adjourned.

Now, only internal personnel remained.

She paused, pulling up a new data stream.

"Regarding reinforcements: over the past month, six new legendary combat powers have arrived through the stabilized cross-world teleportation gate. All are Night Watchers with extensive combat experience in the Abyss or outer planes."

The holographic image briefly flashed through the profiles and code names of the six legendary powerhouses.

An Elf Mage specializing in spatial lockdown, a Half-Beastman predator skilled in demon anatomy and weaknesses, a Priest capable of summoning Order Star Realm entities, a Dwarven Rune Lord mastering metal and forging, a master of shadows and poison, and a Paladin specializing in large-scale battlefield protection.

Their arrival greatly enriched the fortress’s high-end combat power arsenal.

Kana’s gaze swept over the information of the six legends, the golden data stream in his pupils slightly accelerated.

He nodded slightly, his voice calm.

"Not bad, their experience in any matter should integrate into the defense system as soon as possible. Especially hunting and countermeasure plans against Demon Lord-level targets."

He paused a bit, the data halo behind him did a rotation, seemingly processing some matters.

Then issued instructions.

"The world channel’s carrying capacity still has redundancy. Launch the ’Deep Root’ plan phase two.

"Preparations can start accelerating; from the Main World, dispatch: three fully staffed Night Watcher regiments, to prioritize filling frontline combat unit vacancies.

"Two engineering and logistical support teams, with prefabricated defense modules and heavy equipment.

"Extra reserves: standard energy crystal clusters base increased by fifty percent, various alchemy potions, repair materials, weapon ammunition, spare cores for mechanical bodies, according to the standard for high-intensity wartime consumption for three months, start shipping immediately."

The instructions were clear, with no hesitation.

Just a slight display of divine power, and Kana was a gigantic computational machine.

And these supplies.

This was not just replenishing consumption, but preparing for a larger operation with far more aggressive, almost radical, material reserves.

The meeting room’s atmosphere tensed, Raelia’s eyes sharpened as she swiftly recorded it down.

Some orders were directly issued and immediately sent out.

Soon, the liaison personnel from the Blood War Fortress who were still in the Blood Pit Fortress quickly noticed the Night Watchers’ movements.

The Night Watchers’ logistical mobilization capability and determination indeed shocked them.

They faintly realized that this Venerable seemed not to be satisfied with last month’s results, accumulating a terrifying force for the next possible "active sword-drawing."

Indeed, bringing new vitality to the Abyss.

Inside and outside the fortress, the tavern’s uproar and the command room’s cold orders together constituted the complex picture in the interlude of the abyssal blood war.

Under the brief respite is the integration of order’s forces and the surge of the abyssal undercurrent.

The warmth of victory still remains.

Perhaps the demons didn’t even realize this was merely the breeze before the storm; the real storm has been quietly gestating in the silent accumulation of supplies and deployment of forces.