Chapter 1079: Chapter 760: Fortress
At the edge of the battlefield, where blood clouds hung low and the earth quaked, stood a colossal structure forged from the bones and will of countless worlds—the Blood War Fortress.
Of course, the Abyss has a total of ten Blood Battle Battlefields, and not every fortress can be called the Blood War Fortress.
Yet they can all collectively be referred to as Blood War Fortresses, and the one before them was named Zai’elaka, meaning "that which presses on the wicked creatures."
However, more people preferred to call it 1121, or Fortress 1121. Simple and direct, with a clear meaning.
It was not a temporary outpost but a ferocious giant beast tempered through hundreds of thousands of years of blood and fire.
The towering walls were cast with Abyss Black Obsidian, shattered Demon armor, and massive weapons acquired as spoils of war, all materials native to the Abyss.
It’s just that the garrison stationed here mixed in some forces from outside worlds, coupled with the Blood War rules, presenting a division from the Abyss.
The wall’s surface was covered with scorched Spell marks and patched with repair Metal, the ravines of cooled lava resembling ugly scars.
Anyone could see at a glance that this was a place that had endured numerous wars.
The war markings on its walls indicate that the Blood Battle Battlefield wasn’t only staged on barren plains but had even been pushed to the fortress’s foot by Demons.
Beyond the walls, the slaughter and roar never ceased, yet within the walls was another kind of boiling "daily life." The Blood War never stops, but life must go on, even in the Abyss.
For non-Demon intelligent beings, unless it’s in their nature, most still yearn for Order. This also tears at this layer of the Abyss.
The Judgment Mist led Kana to the base of this colossal creature.
Kana had to admit that the magnitude of this thing was no less impressive than the Tower of Trial.
The Tower of Trial was more like a grand, seemingly natural wonder of a man-made spectacle, while this thing was purely fashioned into its current form over time and war, offering a different sense of awe.
While Kana had fought in the Blood War in the game, it was just an accessory gameplay.
There was a background Introduction, a CG segment, but you couldn’t expect the game to truly use vast computing Power to construct every aspect of the Blood Battle Battlefield.
Thus, the camp aspect was reduced to a system panel, serving solely for the purpose of point exchange.
But now it was a real structure existing in reality, and even newer to Kana than anything in the game, making him extremely curious.
The Judgment Mist led him—this is the first time the God had left the world, the first time visiting the Blood Battle Battlefield God on a tour.
Through the heavy giant gates engraved with exorcism runes, a great deal of monitoring Power from various worlds scanned the two countless times.
Under such conditions, no matter how well-hidden a Demon was, it was absolutely incapable of concealment. For example, the pair’s divine information was instantly transmitted to the center.
The Judgment Mist waved a finger casually, signaling not to disturb them.
Passing through the gate, a noisy heat wave burst forth, temporarily isolating the bloody pressure of the outside.
Though called a camp, it was enough to be termed a city. There was no "quiet" in the camp, only various sounds intertwined into the background music of war.
Kana looked around; everything was so novel. The Dwarf’s forging area was the epicenter of noise.
Colossal furnaces powered by Hellfire operated day and night, spewing black smoke and sparks redolent of sulfur.
That contraption in the city resembled a steel volcano, appearing like it could erupt at any moment. Indeed, it was erupting, though nothing would burst forth. Its rugged structure offered a clear view of the scene inside.
Slowing down as they passed by, Kana clearly saw the heavy forging hammer striking the red-hot Abyss Metal, producing a deafening, rhythmic "clang! clang!" The sparks showered like a downpour upon the oil-stained leather aprons.
The Dwarf craftsmen had their beards and hair bristled, sweating profusely, wielding tongs and hammers with powerful arms, repairing twisted Shields, or forging the Demon’s Sharp Claws into new War Axe blades.
Materials stripped from Demons were piled up around like slabs of pork, the air riddled with the stench of burning Metal, grease, and foul Dwarf spirits.
These were true Dwarf spirits, lethal poison to intelligent life. Because this stuff could render a Dwarf, accustomed to the mineral earth environment, drunk.
Every year, there were overconfident intelligent beings who tried it, paying the price with their Life, some rescued in time but suffered greatly.
The Dwarves’ area occupied a significant portion of the whole camp since it could be considered the armament section, though the Dwarves also lived there.
And farthest from here was the area inhabited by those less fond of noise—the Elf District.
They had longstanding grievances with the Abyss, coupled with being a renowned Race of the Star Realm, so they frequently planned a territory for themselves in such places, displaying not only their noble honor but also their abilities.
But here, on the Blood Battle Battlefield, no one was a pushover, so even the Elves here weren’t advised to cohabit with other Races.
Of course, the prerequisite is not to be too boorish, like the Dwarves.
The Elf area was relatively "quiet," yet the atmosphere equally tense. They occupied the fortress’s heights or areas near the inner wall, erecting temporary abodes of enchanted vines and pure crystals. It also served as the purification center for Chaos Magic Power—otherwise how could the Elf District occupy a certain area? The Elf craftsmen focused on Enchantment and potion-making.
The Dwarves’ Enchantment techniques were good, but professionals were still needed for professional matters. Outside, they might dislike each other, but cooperation was commonplace here.
The Elves’ delicate fingers inscribed complex runes onto damaged Silver Armor, the light flickering with the murmured Spell chants.
The cauldron brewed materials extracted from Abyss plants or Demon Glands, emitting a pungent or sickly sweet medicinal scent.
When Kana and his entourage moved through the city, many Elves looked toward them, then gracefully saluted.
They might not know Kana, but they could vaguely sense Kana’s divine presence. Naturally, these Elves had to display sufficient etiquette and humility.
They were proud, but they rendered due respect to true power.
Elf squads occasionally zipped through the city, their Scouts whispering war intelligence, speaking quickly and clearly, their eyes sharp like eagles.
