Chapter 1547 - 976: Command_3

Chapter 1547: Chapter 976: Command_3

"Priority ranking?!"

This time, the exclamation was louder than before, filled with incredible elation.

Especially the Demon Hunter teams and the other two Soul Guardian members—Venom, Iron Jaw, and those behind them—their eyes suddenly erupted with a blazing light!

Legendary!

It’s the threshold of Power, a leap in the level of Life.

In the Main World, the competition for Legendary advancement resources is fierce.

Countless Level Ten Peak are waiting in line.

"Priority ranking... this means..." Venom’s voice carried a barely noticeable tremor, and the Secret Silver Short Blade at her waist seemed to buzz with her excitement.

Iron Jaw’s metallic skin seemed to surge with Power, his eyes bursting with sharp brilliance.

They are the group closest to the Legendary threshold, and this news is celestial music to their ears.

Even members of the Shadow Squad, Blood Scar Squad, and others were breathing heavily; although they might be slightly further from Legendary, it represents an unprecedented opportunity and high regard from the Night Watcher leaders.

"Yes, priority."

Stewart gave a confirmed answer, his gaze sweeping across the excited faces.

"The Abyss is a crucible and the most brutal trial ground. Survive, complete the mission, hone your claws, and your speed in accumulating merits and breaking through bottlenecks will far exceed the routine waiting in the Main World.

"This is an opportunity, also a challenge! Use your courage and achievements to knock on that door of Legends!"

The final encouragement was like a fierce fire, completely igniting the fighting spirit of all the Demon Hunters present.

The fear of the Abyss was soothed by the rotation mechanism and protective assurance, and the dawn of the Path of Legends was illuminated by the "priority ranking" policy.

At this moment, any frustrations of rat holes and the thrill of the Tariel Continent were thrown beyond the clouds.

The Blood Battle Battlefield, that legendary war zone, was no longer merely a Death trap but a glorious battlefield for honing oneself, realizing value, and pursuing higher Power.

Stewart looked at the troops in front of him, whose aura was as majestic as a rainbow and eyes blazing hot like lava, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He slowly sat back in his seat, the wings behind him elegantly folded.

"Specific mission briefings, equipment allocations, rotation details, and usage instructions for the Spirit protection devices will later be conveyed in detail to each team by designated personnel.

"You will have a short time in the Main World for final preparations and farewells with family—if you have them."

He paused, his voice becoming solemn and full of strength:

"The blades of Yongyuan Village, the Abyss is waiting, Order is calling. Use your boiling blood to tear apart Chaos, use your tempered will to prove that Demon’s Blood can also forge a shield of protection and a spear to pierce the darkness.

"May the Light of Order guide you, may you forge an even brighter light in the flames of the Abyss!"

"For Order! For the glory of Yongyuan Village!"

Venom was the first to stand up, her right hand over her heart, her voice strong and powerful.

Following her, Iron Jaw, Shadow, Scarface, Sharp Claw, Nightingale, Rock... all Demon Hunters, whether from ordinary teams or Soul Guardian elite, rose simultaneously, actions in unison, their right fists heavily pounding on their left chests, making a dull but impactful crashing sound, collectively shouting:

"For Order! For the glory of Yongyuan Village!"

The shouts echoed within the Solid walls of the conference room, filled with a determination to burn the bridge and the courage to face boundless darkness.

Stewart Curse Blade nodded slightly, his figure looking exceedingly tall under the glow of the Alchemy lamp sphere.

He said no more, his tall silhouette appearing majestic and heavy in the light.

He nodded slightly towards Anstek the Stargazer and the other Legendaries beside him.

Soon, the young assistant swiftly stepped forward, beginning to methodically guide each team captain and Soul Guardian representative to prepare for the next phase of group briefings.

The Tower Master took one last look around at this group of Warriors about to enter Purgatory, his fiery eyes filled with expectation and burden, and then his figure silently and seamlessly disappeared from the main seat as if melting into the Shadow.

Leaving only a faint spatial ripple and the heavy imprint left in the mind by the dark Giant Sword named "Curse Blade."

The alloy doors of the strategic conference room slowly slid open again.

Light flooded in from outside.