Chapter 1545 - 976: Command

Chapter 1545: Chapter 976: Command

In the meeting room.

Steward continued speaking.

He leaned forward slightly, his hands pressing on the edge of the table, his voice suddenly dropping, like a mountain pressing down:

"The pleasantries end here. I trust in your keen instincts and battlefield intuition—"

His gaze swept over Shadow Trace, Poison Fang, and others.

"From the moment you stepped into this room, from the moment you saw Anstek the Prophet and your Legendary colleagues sitting in, you already had the answer in your hearts.

"We, who bear the Demon’s Blood yet still align with Order, have been summoned back from every corner of the world, gathered in this strategic core... the purpose is self-evident!"

He paused for a moment, letting that invisible pressure settle in everyone’s hearts.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, only the subtle hum of the Holographic Star Map operating.

"That’s right." Steward’s voice was firm, like thunder breaking the silence, "The target—the front line of the Abyss, Blood Battle Battlefield!"

"Boom—"

Despite the earlier guesses, despite the Tower Master’s opening seeming to pave the way, this undeniable declaration still felt like a giant stone tossed into a calm lake.

The meeting room erupted instantly.

"Blood Battle Battlefield?!"

Sharp Claw was the first to exclaim, his voice carrying incredulous joy and a hint of trembling excitement, his fist pounding on the table.

"Damn! It’s real! I no longer have to scrape by in the rat holes!"

Beside him, Nightingale grabbed his arm fiercely, her nails almost piercing his skin, her eyes gleaming, lips trembling, wanting to speak but only letting out rapid breaths, her face flushed with a mix of immense excitement and instinctive fear.

"The Abyss... the source of chaos..."

Rock, usually calm, muttered to himself, his thick fingers unconsciously gripping the gun stock, knuckles whitening.

Sleep was completely alert, the laziness gone, body tense like a bow, eyes sharply fixed on the Tower Master as if to confirm this wasn’t an illusion.

"Hiss... it’s really that place."

The captain of the Ghost Claw squad inhaled sharply, fingers wrapped in black cloth twitching nervously.

The old scars on the Scarface captain’s face twitched slightly, exchanging heavy and complex glances with members of the Bloodstain squad beside him.

Within them lay a craving for the ultimate challenge, as well as a deep dread of the terrifying legend that is the Blood Battle Battlefield.

Even the Demon Hunter squad, who had endured the brutal fires of Tarir, couldn’t keep calm.

Poison Fang’s fingertips gently tapped the Secret Silver Short Blade at his waist, the speed increasing.

Iron Jaw’s metal-gleaming skin tightened, the muscles in his jaw bulging.

Low, suppressed discussions spread like a tide along the sides of the long table:

"Blood Battle Battlefield... that’s the Abyss. Those who returned said the battles there never cease, the vastness and chaos of the battlefield is beyond imagination."

For Soul Guardians and some well-connected Night Watchers, intelligence about the Abyss was not entirely nonexistent.

Because the Night Watcher leadership itself hasn’t exactly sealed off the information, they just advise against spreading it casually.

So within the Night Watchers, many are aware, and being Demon Hunters themselves, they are naturally more attentive, so they understand more.

Anyway, all Night Watchers returning from the Abyss Battlefield show a very noticeable power increase.

It’s not just a simple gain in experience, it also includes an overall enhancement in temperament and the sharpness in battle.

After returning, they seem to have a hint of returning to simplicity.

Because the battles there are far too fierce, too frequent, it feels like you’re fighting at every moment.

The pressure from the environment, the tacit coordination, and the level of battlefield response all see a very clear improvement.

Coupled with the datafication ability of the Night Watchers, you could say there’s a very noticeable leap in capabilities.

This causes the Abyss Battlefield to be both frightening and intriguing to people.

"Can our bloodlines really withstand that place?"

Finally, someone couldn’t help but ask.

This was what worried them the most. Although curious, they had never actually thought they could go to the Abyss because they possess a Demon’s Bloodline.

In the normal world, their Demon’s Bloodline sometimes even goes out of control, only mitigated by the Night Watcher datafication to avoid the bloodline’s chaotic influence on humans.

And heading to the Abyss, in such an environment, can they really maintain their nature?

They know that, possessing a Demon’s Bloodline, their lifespans are already relatively long, so those present have all experienced a time before Night Watchers came, before they joined the Night Watchers. That kind of unbearable status.

It was only just over ten years ago.

Not distant at all.

It can even be said to be vivid in their minds; having concerns like this is perfectly normal.

"The Demon Hunters can finally return to their old trade, the demons there are endless."

Obviously, there are also those who aren’t too concerned about this aspect.

"Even the Soul Guardians have returned, looks like they’re serious this time!"

"The Abyss, so many demons, it’s unimaginable."

"..."

The whispers of excitement, tension, worry, and eagerness intertwined, forming a repressive commotion in the cold strategic meeting room.

Steward Curse Blade didn’t immediately interrupt; he merely sat quietly, his gaze like molten lava sweeping over the faces filled with complex emotions.

Like an experienced Hunter observing a restless pack of wolves, waiting for the most opportune moment.

That invisible pressure spread again, heavier, more substantial than before, gradually suppressing the noise.

When the last whispers faded away, the meeting room reverted to a dead silence.