Chapter 1118: Chapter 786: Complete Overlap, War Begins! (Part 2)
Enough logistics can ensure the survival of all lives, at least making the lives of most ordinary people far better than ever before.
Everything appears efficient and orderly, forming a stark contrast to the chaotic, twisted spatial background outside.
On the temporarily leveled ground inside the walls, there is a solemn military formation.
Legendary Centaur Female Warrior—Raelia, stands at the forefront of the array, like a moving furnace of war.
Her dark silver heavy enchanted armor covers her tall and robust centaur body, and every light tap of her metal hooves on the ground sends a deep, power-filled echo, as if setting a steadfast rhythm for this unstable space.
She holds a heavy warhammer made of fine gold in her hand, with its head resting on the ground, emitting an invisible suppression.
She’s changed weapons again.
It seems because she is comprehending some kind of rule. Since becoming legendary, she has frequently switched different weapons to fight on the battlefield.
Greatswords, long spears, war axes, giant hammers, bows, throwing spears... all available.
The majority of her contributions have been used to commission weapon forging at the [Blacksmith Workshop].
Every piece here is truly a masterpiece, every piece is a legendary weapon.
It could be said to be a huge expense.
But since Raelia has contributed a lot, it can fully support the cost.
Her lava-like red long hair dances wildly in the strange wind brought by space turbulence, like a burning flag.
Raelia’s hair color can change, especially during war, as a manifestation of some kind of power.
Her eyes, burning with fighting spirit, are like beacons piercing through fog, sharply sweeping across the assembled phalanx of Night Watchers in front.
Although everyone always jokes on the channels, calling Raelia the angry little horse.
But once in war.
No Night Watcher would disrespect this true charging War God.
She is definitely the spearhead of every major war, the absolute morale leader, the true war butcher.
Her battlefield performances over the years have convinced everyone wholeheartedly.
Who doesn’t like such a morale leader, always charging ahead and bravely performing on the battlefield? Outside of war, she’s a carefree and laughing big sister.
Everyone deeply respects and loves her!
Five thousand elite Night Watcher warriors, dressed in uniform dark gray standard armor, with silver ring and sword torch emblems clearly visible in the distorted light.
Specially outfitted for the abyssal environment.
Highlighting our Night Watchers’ financial power and equipment forging system.
The Light Guardians are lined up according to their unit—heavy shield guards, long spear bearers, crossbowmen, commandos—as if an iron forest in dark gray.
This is based on their profession and skill direction choice, divided by specialized direction differences.
There’s no clamor, only the subtle metallic sound of armor rubbing, heavy breathing, and low hum brought by space distortion.
Raelia’s voice, like rolling thunder, pierces through the space hum, clearly transmitted to the ears of every Night Watcher warrior, carrying undeniable power:
"The space barrier is thinning, the stench of the abyss has already wafted in! Those chaotic scum, they can smell us, like hyenas catching the scent of flesh!"
She raises her massive warhammer, pointing to the violently fluctuating, increasingly clearer veil.
"See outside? Scorched earth! Tainted blood! Endless madness! That’s what we will face! This wall..."
She heavily strikes the solid foundation of the city with her warhammer, emitting a resounding echo, "is the boundary of our world! As long as the wall stands, order stands! Let the abyss taste well, taste the Night Watcher’s fury!"
This is extremely important.
It is their core for accumulating enough strength to resist before the abyss comes.
A major source of experience value, absolutely not to be taken lightly.
Her gaze sweeps across the resolute faces hidden under helmet visors, like tangible flames.
"The glory of the Night Watchers is with us! But glory needs to be defended with the enemy’s blood and bones! Grip your weapons tight, check your equipment, let every breath you take be ready for upcoming slaughter!"
"Remember your vows, remember why you fight— for the tranquility of home, for the land under our feet that we claimed from the abyss with order!"
Although it seems like they are fighting an invasion war.
But such things can surely be linked to revenge.
The abyss is just a cesspool.
No need to talk about moral codes, attaching any ugly things to it poses no problem.
Saying this, there’s absolutely no problem.
"When that membrane completely disappears."
She suddenly raises the warhammer high above her head, its head bursting with blinding red light under twisted lines, "let those abyss mongrels experience what the will of steel means! What the fury of the Night Watchers means!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Responding to her is the silent yet deafening sound of weapon pounding from five thousand warriors!
The neat and uniform roar seems to make this unstable space pause momentarily.
The Night Watcher’s troops.
Are undoubtedly proud and ferocious warriors.
From their debut, with the blessings bestowed by the Night Watchers, they have always been the most brilliant performers on the battlefield.
Only pain without diminished wounds keeps their morale high and combat strength exceptional on the battlefield.
They have won one after another war, impossible to win.
Do not know what failure means, nor what retreat means, let alone what death means.
