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Chapter 1164 - 805: Standing Firm (2)

Behind them, the situation inside the "Blood Pit Fortress" was entirely different from when it was first built.Originally a space with just a metal framework and simple facilities, it’s now neatly divided and lit by the stable glow of alchemy.

On the left is the equipment maintenance area, layers of standard weapons and armor stacked on cold metal racks. Some Night Watcher Warriors, who have undergone fierce battles, silently replace damaged parts, their movements efficient and precise.

The right side is comparatively "lively" with supply and simple living areas.

At a place where several metal tables are cobbled together, some uniformed Night Watch logistics personnel are selling supplies.

Gray, square military food blocks piled like small mountains, various potions in transparent standard tubes, compressed clean water tablets, and basic clothing and consumables... The price tags are marked clearly in Abyssal common language, and they accept Abyssal coins, which circulate in the Blood War Fortress.

A sly goblin merchant from the Blood War Fortress is squeezing in front of the supply tables, trying to haggle down the price of a dozen red bottles, but the Night Watch logistics staff points at the price tags expressionlessly, not budging at all.

Anyway, they didn’t expect to make money—the price is already very low, take it or leave it.

Not far away, a few dusty merchants from humanoid races with the Blood War Fortress emblem are looking around curiously, examining the structure of this new fortress standing firm amidst the demon wave, with an air of inquiry and assessment in their eyes.

The Avengers are resting, healing, and eating, while the Night Watchers work, trade, and rest silently.

The aroma of food and wine mingles with the fresh scent of potions, temporarily diluting the smell of blood and sulfur.

Merchants from the Blood War Fortress walk around, whispering to each other.

This Blood Pit Fortress, this steel furnace that devours abyssal flesh, now operates silently at its core like a fully functional, precise community—cold, efficient, and orderly.

It has taken root here, drawing nourishment from the abyss to sustain itself, and has become a presence on this scorched earth that cannot be ignored.

Raelia stands on the high platform of the central building, watching the entire fortress and the battlefield environment in the distance.

Her expression is somewhat resentful and a little helpless.

She can’t help but swear.

"We’re all clearly here, and yet those demons are shrinking back!"

The adjutant beside her can’t help but remind.

"Demon activities have never stopped, wave after wave."

Raelia turns her head and glares at him.

"Need you to say that? Do you think I don’t know? I’m talking about those legendary demons, those with a little more sense.

Demons ought to be like they don’t have any sense, constantly shouting to attack and kill. But why are they sending cannon fodder now?"

Raelia is somewhat angry and confused.

Before coming to the abyss, all her dealings with demons were in the world, and each demon was summoned through rituals.

Especially those appearing in the mid to late stages of the war—every one had legendary or near-legendary power.

Frantically arrogant, referring to them as ants and maggots.

Their battle desire was strong beyond measure, with no signs of cowardice.

Yet when they arrived in the abyss, in the demon’s homeland, those high-level demons started shrinking back.

Since the first attack, Raelia almost hasn’t had to intervene.

Normally, with her legendary power to clear demons, she could greatly relieve the Night Watchers’ pressure.

But the problem is, that’s under normal circumstances. The Night Watchers here created the Blood Pit Fortress, overlapping spaces, can it be normal?

They’re here to seize experience.

Naturally, they must plan the responding troops and their Levels carefully.

Apart from necessary High-Level troops, most Night Watchers are actually not high-Level, fighting demons here to gain experience from them.

Leveling up means stronger fighting, but gaining less experience, leading to wasted effort.

As a Legendary being, Raelia naturally couldn’t go on a mindless slaughter of demons below Legendary level, wasting energy and experience.

Strength should match the opponent’s strength.

Perhaps for this reason, each Night Watcher member is formidable within the same Level.

Even against enemies, they’d choose opponents of similar strength.

And listening to Raelia’s complaints, the adjutant beside her seems helpless and says casually:

"The demons invading our world are all under the Blood God’s command—surely you know the nature of that Evil God. Could his demons be normal? They’re probably the chaotic, crazy bunch among demons."

Upon hearing this, Raelia freezes for a moment, perhaps realizing it’s true.

The Blood God’s demons are all warlike, never stopping simply because you’re stronger or fear death. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be his envoys.

Here, demons are numerous and mixed from various entities, naturally leading to different behaviors—chaos doesn’t necessarily mean madness.

As she was complaining, Kana suddenly appeared beside her.

Seeing Kana, whom she hadn’t seen for a while, Raelia is somewhat surprised and raises an eyebrow.

"Haven’t seen you for a while, where have you been? Heard you haven’t returned home either?"

"Shut your mouth, I’m thinking."

"Nerves, you came here to think?"

Raelia looks at him speechlessly, wondering how he became childish after becoming a God.

But that’s a good thing.

All Night Watchers, especially higher-level ones, can’t deny that since creating Night Watchers, Kana seems never to have rested, always on the move.

Although many Night Watchers don’t talk about it, they truly fear Kana might overwork himself.

Luckily, Kana still seems to have desires like a living being, closely followed by Guard Knight Alyris before.

While still playful in personality, most interactions with Kana involve discussing various development tasks and goals, serious matters.

Rarely having idle chat, even in channels.

Currently, Kana is still rarely chatting in channels, but looking at him now, he seems relaxed.

But thinking about it, being a God shouldn’t lead to fatigue.

Raelia hasn’t become a God, but she thinks it’s better not to worry about Gods—the world they’re in differs too greatly for such meaningless concerns.

"What are you thinking about? Rare that you’re using your brain, understandable though, given you’ve grown so much." (Note: Raelia’s tone is teasing here, but "given you’ve grown so much" seems abrupt—perhaps implying "after becoming a God"? But original text is kept as is, consider replacing with "as a God now..." but honoring original text without modification.)

Kana, without probing her thoughts or analyzing, sees Raelia’s expression and knows she’s thinking strange things.

Before Raelia could complain further, Kana answered her earlier question.

"I’ve been in the abyss recently, always here on this Blood Battle Battlefield, just not coming this way, observing this plane’s situation."

"Why?" Raelia asks, puzzled.

She could not grasp the reason for his actions.

Kana grins.

"Naturally, to stir things up, see if I can provoke a Demon Lord into battle, maybe scrape something off him."

Godly battles are challenging to start.

But here is the Blood Battle Battlefield, with the opponent sure to station appropriately strong gods.

Truth be told, Kana is somewhat itching to know how divine power displays in battle at this stage.

Especially a direct clash with another God, despite having Godslayer achievements, each holds a degree of trickery—he craves a full-powered battle.

Being unsure of his own power makes one uneasy, even for Godlike Kana.

So, it’s left to the demon side’s divine beings.

No chance of outright defeating them in one go.