Chapter 1548 - 977: Stepping into the Abyss

Chapter 1548: Chapter 977: Stepping into the Abyss

After some time.

The demon hunters were all ready, and the squads were dispersed, starting their journey to the Abyss according to schedule.

However, before heading to the Abyss, they had to go to the outpost first.

Of course, it’s called an outpost, but it’s right at the edge of the city.

This is also the most heavily guarded military camp, but within the Night Watcher ranks, it’s no secret; it’s the camp linked to the abyssal passage.

At this moment, Shadowtrace’s squad was the first to arrive here.

Sharp Claw felt like he was standing at the entrance to the stomach of a giant beast.

The massive camp surrounded by towering steel walls was not the frontline he imagined; rather, it was like a... frantically operating super logistics center.

He had only seen it from afar before and had never approached it, so he paid it no mind.

Upon coming here personally this time, he realized the exaggeration.

But they should have been used to it; this is the architectural style of the Night Watchers.

Entering it.

The core of the camp is a towering metal fortress, its style cold and rough, with thick armor plates covering its surface.

Countless thick energy conduits, like veins, crawl over the surface of the fortress, ultimately converging at a massive device atop the fortress that emits an unstable eerie glow — that must be the "gate" leading to the Blood Battle Fortress in the Abyss.

This is the core of the entire camp. The architectural style is too rough; it might be influenced by the Abyss.

Surrounding the fortress are maze-like huge warehouses and open storage areas.

What made everyone in Shadowtrace’s squad, including the typically lazy Doze, widen their eyes were those mountains of supplies.

They weren’t ordinary boxes, but specially crafted supply boxes with spatial folding runes!

Each of these boxes has enough internal space to fit the supplies of a small warehouse.

While on mission on the Lebia Continent, their squad would operate a node, typically covering several town areas.

For a long stretch of time, the entire node would not consume a box of such supplies.

In a major battle, often these boxes serve as strategic reserves.

And here...

"My... God above..." Nightingale took a sharp breath, her voice changing pitch.

As far as her sight could reach, countless spatial supply boxes were neatly stacked on specially designed giant alchemy floating trailers.

Every trailer looked like a moving hill, with layers upon layers piled with these boxes, each estimated to have forty or fifty.

What was even more harrowing was that these trailers weren’t just one or two; they formed a long line.

Drawn by massive mechanical bodies, they streamed endlessly towards the unloading dock at the base of the fortress.

The unloading dock, like the mouth of a beast, efficiently devoured these "hills".

"Tsk," Rock clicked his tongue, rarely showing a hint of shock, "one trailer... enough for that node we used to serve for ten years, huh? No, twenty?"

"More than that!"

Sharp Claw licked his somewhat dry lips, the wild glow in his eyes replaced by sheer amazement.

"Enough for a war to annihilate a kingdom! How many trailers need to be brought here each day? Dozens? A hundred? Are the battles in the Abyss filling the gaps with supplies like sand?"

Just imagining this level of consumption made him feel an overwhelming pressure.

The intensity and scale of warfare behind it far exceeded any of their previous understanding.

Evidently noticing their undisguised shock, the warrior leading the way ahead, clad in Night Watcher logistical standard light armor and bearing wind-and-frost marks on his face, turned back with a hearty grin:

"Newcomers, huh? Looking at your expressions, you look just like me the first time I came here. Jaw must be dropping to the ground, isn’t it?"

He pointed at the uninterrupted flow of transports: "It looks exaggerated? You think the brothers in the Abyss are using supplies to bury demons?"

Shadowtrace’s squad instinctively nodded.

The warrior grinned, showing a set of white teeth, with an "old hand" teasing tone: "I understand, understand. But ah, don’t exaggerate it. The consumption on the Abyss front is frightening, but not to that extent."

He lowered his voice a little, with a hint of sharing a secret: "See the special markings on the side of those boxes? Look, that flame hammer emblem? And that stone shield mark? Most of these aren’t directly for our Blood Pit Fortress brothers."

"Then they’re for...?"

Nightingale keenly captured the key point.

She thought of other forces within the Abyss, like the Blood War Fortresses present at every Blood Battle Battlefield.

"Allies!" the warrior clapped his hands, "Blood Battle Fortress! Know how many people are over there?"

He exaggeratedly waggled two fingers.

"Saying it will scare you! That population base, it’s like a super kingdom version within the Abyss!

"The demon tide comes wave after wave, and they can withstand it, relying on solid supplies and powerful legion battle capabilities.

"Our Night Watchers, in addition to providing fire support and high-end combat power, our biggest ’business’ is delivering them these ’firewoods’ to make the burn more intense and keep the demons firmly pinned on the defense line!"

He paused, looking at the team members who were enlightened yet still couldn’t hide their shock, adding.

"Of course, our own consumption is also great; new equipment, potions, mechanical body cores, and the endless position repairs...

"Just doesn’t look as ’devouring’ as this transportation spectacle. Alright, don’t wander aimlessly, hurry up, the equipment depot is here, the Abyss waits for no one dawdling."