Chapter 1552 - 979: In the Eyes of the Demon Hunter

Chapter 1552: Chapter 979: In the Eyes of the Demon Hunter

"Hey! Calm down!"

Rock firmly pressed down on Sharp Claw’s shoulder, reminding him in a deep voice.

"Look clearly at this place! This is the Abyss! Those things here are just ’local specialties’!"

Following his indication, Sharp Claw saw a scene that further challenged his "professional bottom line."

At the entrance of a pawnshop with a twisted demon horn sign, several mercenary-looking men were struggling to drag a large demon corpse resembling a hellhound but with three heads.

The corpse was still dripping with steaming black blood.

And on the side of the pawnshop, a heap of various demons’ horns, claws, tails, and thick scaly skins piled up like a stack of firewood.

The thick demon aura almost formed a tangible black and purple mist swirling above.

If this were in the Main World... Sharp Claw felt his temples throbbing violently.

This was no longer evidence needing investigation; it was practically a slaughterhouse and wholesale market for demons.

Shadow Trail’s green eyes scanned across this bizarre, primitive trading hub, or rather chaotic abyss market.

No expression could be seen under the metal mask, but his fingers resting on the tracking short blade at his waist were similarly white from the exertion.

Apparently, he was also forcibly suppressing the innate discomfort brought on by his Demon Hunter instincts.

The guiding Priest seemed unfazed, calmly weaving through the bustling crowd.

As they walked through, everything they saw and heard struck against their inherent perception and instinct for Order.

When they finally passed through this chaotic yet vibrant market and reached the relatively quiet and tidy entrance of the Night Watchers’ living quarters, the squad members instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

Sharp Claw looked back at the still bustling, demon-infested street, then glanced at his teammates, each with their own varied expressions.

Finally, his gaze fell on Shadow Trail, and he cracked a smile, a mixture of fatigue, shock, and a hint of helplessness:

"Boss... It looks like we’re gonna have to spend a damn long time to adapt to the ’rules’ of this place."

The Priest continued the introduction: "Did you see those strangers?"

"They are not Night Watchers, and I believe you can see that.

Except for those Avengers driven purely by the desire for revenge to exterminate demons, the primary goal of other ordinary soldiers, mercenaries, and adventurers is actually these materials. These materials are everywhere in the Abyss.

Some slightly better materials can be sold at extremely high prices in other worlds, especially those perfect materials that have been processed.

These are enormous wealth, and only these benefits can draw so many strong men to willingly participate in the bloody war in the Abyss."

The Priest’s words were like a key, slightly unlocking the minds of Sharp Claw and the others, which were locked by professional instincts and shock.

Sharp Claw wrinkled his nose, forcing himself to look once more at the mountains of demon remains and the busy vendors.

This time, he observed a little calmer and indeed noticed some differences.

The carapaces, feathers, and claws, seemingly randomly piled, mostly had smooth, clean cuts, and the remaining sinew and foul blood were relatively cleanly handled.

At the edges of some stalls, devices emitting weak purification energy operated silently, dispelling the most stubborn chaotic aura from the materials.

Although the air was still mixed with the intense smell of sulfur, blood, and the stench of the Abyss, those "goods" themselves seemed really well processed?

At least, they were stripped of the deadly chaotic core, becoming usable "resources."

"Damn... it really is..." Sharp Claw muttered quietly, with a complex tone.

This felt like a hunter seeing the beast he’s hunted his whole life turned into pelt and meat in someone else’s hands, waiting to be sold, both absurd and accompanied by a cold sense of reality.

After all, in the Main World, demons are quite troublesome.

But here, it’s the Abyss.

Demons are everywhere, playing the tactic of overwhelming numbers.

Nightingale also nodded silently, the look in her eyes losing some disgust and gaining a bit of scrutiny.

The Priest seemed satisfied with their subtle change in attitude and said no more.

Leading them past the edge bustling with people, they walked towards the outer part of the fortress.

The air seemed to suddenly become murderous.

Ahead was the boundary.

Tall metal walls stood like the silent backs of giant beasts before them.

They stood twenty or thirty meters high, with thick armor plates and metal plates shimmering with defense runes on the surface.

Various Alchemy cannons, automatic crossbows, and energy emitters were densely distributed on the ramparts and protruding turrets, with cold muzzles pointing obliquely at the sky and the filthy wilderness outside the city.

Even just approaching, one could feel an intangible pressure and the air permeating with a denser smell of gunpowder and a faint charred odor than even the market—that was the trace left by the frequent operation of energy weapons.

"Is this... our city wall?"

Rock asked in a muffled voice, looking up at this steel barrier armed to the teeth, his eyes showing a professional evaluative gaze.

This was more exaggerated than any fortress they had seen on the Lebia Continent.

"Yes, it’s part of the ’Defensive line,’ and also the boundary of Blood Pit Fortress," the Priest answered with a hint of pride, "Let’s go up and take a look, the view is good."

They climbed up the city wall along the wide ramp.

When their feet truly touched the shoulders of this giant constructed from metal and rock, the grand and harsh panorama of the Abyss Battlefield was unveiled before them for the first time without reservation.