Chapter 1549 - 977: Crossing into the Abyss (Part 2)

Chapter 1549: Chapter 977: Crossing into the Abyss (Part 2)

The warrior’s words slightly calmed the team members, but the sight before them, like a torrent of matter rushing towards the throat of the abyss, was deeply imprinted in their minds.

This direct image illustrates the cruelty and vastness of the Abyss Battlefield better than any briefing - it’s a meat grinder that requires massive resources and lives to fill.

They were led into a busy annex next to the fortress.

Inside, it was brightly lit and bustling with noise, filled with the sounds of metal clashing, energy humming, and the quick instructions of the staff.

The air was permeated with the distinctive smell of machine oil, new leather, and some kind of protective coating.

Of course, one could also feel the somewhat chaotic magic power in the air, indicating that a variety of magical auras were colliding here.

This is the Abyss Specialized Equipment Distribution Center.

The process was remarkably efficient.

Based on their registered rank and combat style preferences, the staff quickly allocated basic equipment plans:

Armor.

Rock unhesitatingly approached the "Rock Type" heavy armor shimmering with a cold metallic luster.

Thick composite alloy plates covered key parts of the body, with multi-layered flexible protection at the joints and energy-absorbing cushioning materials lining the interior.

A blacksmith quickly stepped forward to make adjustments according to his robust physique, the clanging of hammering ensuring the armor was snug and did not impede necessary flexibility.

Shadow chose the more understated and agile "Hunter" medium armor.

Matte gray armor plates covered the chest, abdomen, shoulders, arms, and shin guards, providing balanced protection while maximizing the needs for stealth and high-speed movement.

The blacksmith adjusted the straps at the waist and joints.

Sharp Claw, Nightingale, and Drowsy all unanimously chose the lightweight "Scout" light armor.

Core parts were inlaid with lightweight armor plates, primarily made of tough abyss-processed magical beast leather and special fibers, extremely light in weight, hardly affecting their transformation and agility.

The blacksmith mainly helped them adjust the straps and the looseness of wrist guards.

It can be said that the whole process was very swift; the staff here was long accustomed to it.

Besides the specially crafted armor, there was naturally also weapon enhancement.

After all, they were bound for the abyss.

Even on the Blood Battle Battlefield, it was the main battleground for demons.

The team members each took out their primary weapons.

Shadow’s tracking short blade, Sharp Claw’s poisoned claw blade, Nightingale’s "Silent Messenger" handgun, Rock’s "Demon Hunter II Type" heavy spear, and Drowsy’s special shadow dagger.

Several rune masters from the blacksmith shop gathered around, holding carving pens glowing with arcane brilliance.

These were essentially sculptors, earning two salaries.

Aside from the blacksmith shop, they also earned from the alchemy laboratory.

"The Abyss Demons have thick skin and flesh, and regular weapon effects are discounted. We’ll carve ’Demon-Breaking,’ ’Sharp,’ and ’Order Burn’ runes on your core blades and bullet tips to effectively enhance the lethality, especially against low-tier demons."

An elder rune master with graying beard explained while swiftly inscribing complex patterns on Sharp Claw’s claw blade.

"This is a new technology tempered out in the Blood Battle over the past few years, specifically designed for the hard bones of the abyss."

As the runes were completed, a faint cold light glided over the weapon’s surface.

In addition, there was naturally new alchemy technology.

Everyone was mandatorily issued a standard "Abyss Defender" magic power handgun.

The sleek gun body was slightly larger than Nightingale’s "Silent Messenger," with a rougher structure and specially designed energy stabilization ring at the muzzle.

What to say, it had a kind of rugged feel.

Night Watchers rarely had rugged equipment, not sure whose influence led to the preference for weapons with a streamlined, exquisite aesthetic.

This point was very much to the elves’ liking.

As is well known, the elves’ sense of aesthetics is generally on-point, so when they approve of an appearance, most other races tend to like it as well.

Unless the race has an unusual sense of aesthetics, in which case, there’s no helping it.

The abyss’ appearance was rugged and heavy, giving an impression of great force and flying bricks.

"In the abyssal environment, magic power is chaotic; ordinary firearms easily malfunction or misfire, or get contaminated.

"This ’Defender’ has a built-in interference-resistant core and purification filter, using standard energy clusters, ensuring stable firing even in the filthiest environments.

"It packs quite a punch and can save your life in critical moments. If needed, you can obtain another one, ample ammo and crystals provided."

The officer in charge of distributing weapons spoke concisely. Rock did not hesitate to obtain an additional one to hang at his side.

Of course, more so because even with specialization, the damage and failure rates of these guns in the abyss were actually not low.

So making them a bit rugged allowed personal, simple repairs on the battlefield after some quick training.

The overall abyssal atmosphere was somewhat harsh on alchemy weapons to some extent.

Normally, a warrior going to the abyss would finish here, but clearly, Sharp Claw and the others were not among them.

For them, the last and most important item was a silvery-gray metal headband.

The design was simple, with only a pigeon egg-sized gemstone inlaid at the center of the forehead, seemingly flowing with a milky white halo internally.

"Put it on."

The staff said solemnly.

"The abyss’s whispers are pervasive, and chaotic wills directly assault the soul.

"This ’Calming Stone’ headband can form a mental barrier that filters out most direct spiritual pollution and temptation.

"Remember, in the abyss, as long as you’re awake, do not take it off! It is your critical line of defense for maintaining ’self.’"

The team members solemnly fitted the headbands on their foreheads, a cool and serene sensation instantly enveloping their awareness, as if a layer separated them from the surrounding clamor.

These were custom-made for Demon Hunters.

Their bodies contain demon bloodlines, some nearly approaching fifty percent.

The impact of such a heavy demon bloodline on them was enormous.

Even on the Blood Battle Battlefield, its pervasive influence would be without gaps, meaning Demon Hunters endure several times, even tens of times more abyssal influence than others.

Therefore, such spiritual protection was necessary, even requiring frequent rotations; they could not stay long in the abyss.

After fully equipping themselves, the team members inspected each other.

Dark gray or black specialized armor covered their bodies, weapons shone with dangerous rune gleams, dependable magic power handguns hung at their waists, and the calming stone at their foreheads emitted a faint glow.

They were no longer Demon Hunters cleaning up small fry in the main world, but an advance squad about to step into the true purgatory that is the abyss.

Under the guidance of a warrior, they traversed through the labyrinthine corridors inside the fortress, eventually arriving at a heavily guarded massive archway.

Beyond the door was a vast hall, at the center of which lay the Gate of Abyss!

It was not the imagined light gate or vortex, but a massive circular "hole" suspended in mid-air with a diameter exceeding ten meters.

The edge of the hole was extremely unstable, like boiling filthy blood, viscous dark-red energy twisting and writhing, exuding an aura of chaos and depravity that set one’s heart racing. Merely approaching it instinctively invoked a sense of repulsion and unease.

Inside the hole was a deep, swirling darkness, seemingly connecting to the primordial chaos core of the universe.

This was the entrance to the Blood Battle Battlefield - the Gate of Abyss.

The guiding warrior gestured.

"Ready? Adjust your breathing, stay close to me, don’t hesitate, step across! Good luck, recruits!"

Though they couldn’t truly be considered recruits, in the abyss, they were no different from newcomers.

After all, most Night Watchers coming to the abyss were Level Nine to Level Ten.

Moreover, the intensity of combat in the abyss was far stronger than imagined.

Shadow took the first step, her figure instantly swallowed by the swirling bloody vortex, disappearing without a trace.

Sharp Claw let out a low growl and followed suit.

Nightingale took a deep breath, Rock clenched his spear, and Drowsy took one last glance at the light of the main world; the five-man team successively stepped into the abyssal gate leading to endless bloodshed.