Chapter 1120: Chapter 787: Standing Above the Abyss
The Crowman watched.
He needed to gather intelligence, needed to understand those who were standing on their side.
For now, set aside the mixed nature of the troops; that’s clearly not the focus now and can be slowly understood later.
The focus is the current scene.
They were about to collide.
This Legendary Centaur Female Warrior was the core and symbol of the defense line at this moment.
Her towering body was covered in dark silver enchanted heavy armor, her metal hooves steadily stepped on the fortress’s cold stone bricks, every minor movement carried immense power.
In her hand, she held an enormous longbow almost as tall as herself, emitting an ominous gray-blue glow, with energy flows entwining the bow as if they were alive.
The Crowman wasn’t entirely sure, but he felt it seemed related to the power of souls.
That’s all that can be seen on the surface for now.
Her lava-like crimson hair danced wildly in the wind full of blood and sulfur scent, her eyes burning with the will to fight like two unquenchable Abyssal Fires.
Piercing through space, she coldly scanned the filthy torrent on the Abyssal land that had begun to gather.
Her gaze swept in the direction being watched, then she was unconcerned.
She saw me.
Fortunately, she seemed not to care.
Even from this distance.
The Crowman could sense that aura of war from her gaze.
A Legendary warrior born for the battlefield and war with the power of Order?
Almost the instant the spatial overlap was completed, the chaotic will of the Abyss sensed this invasion of "foreign order".
Or perhaps it had sensed it long ago, but now was the time to begin real confrontation.
Like water dropping into boiling oil, the demon camp direction at the northwest corner of the battlefield instantly boiled over!
Chaotic roars and piercing shrieks merged into a nauseating sound wave.
Visibly, a huge demon force composed of low-level little demons, Frenzy Demons, Floro demons, and several Abyssal Giant Beasts as the assault core, under the whips and curses of higher-ranked demon officers, began to detach from the main battlefield.
Like a filthy torrent, driven by instincts of destruction and defilement, they charged madly at the newly emerged fortress!
Their only target was to tear apart this eye-sore "wall of Order", devouring all life within it!
This is the Blood Battle Battlefield.
But this is also Abyss territory.
Not every weak and foolish race can flaunt its power here.
"The demons are moving! A primary force branch, numbers... at least five times theirs! Charging towards the city wall!"
Karas urgently reported, "Fortress! Do we need to send support? Those defenders look strong, but the demon numbers are significant!"
There was a brief silence within the watchtower.
Minotaur Grom gripped the axe handle, growling low in his throat, while Aryan furrowed his brow slightly.
"Support?"
A cold and weary voice came from the communication array, the fortress commander, "Remember the blood battle’s unwritten rule, Karas. Every inch of land, every resource, must be fought for with blood and fire.
"That space, that fortress, belongs to ’them’. If they want to take root in the Abyss, if they want to draw nutrients from the blood battle, they must prove they have the power to independently guard it. The fortress resources are for the main battlefield."
This is the unwritten rule and the endeavor every God wishing to claim a share in the Abyss must undertake.
Either the God’s forces, or his Clan alone, can resist demons, or the God himself is strong enough to eradicate those demons attempting whatever while opposing a God of equal level.
The commander’s voice paused before adding a trace of cruelty: "Broadcast the full notification. Alert every free warrior fighting for revenge, seeking glory, or simply wishing to slay more demons in layer 1121 of the blood battle: ’Blood Silver Savior’s’ fortress has appeared.
"The filthy blood of demons is surging towards it. There, will be the new grinder, the new hunting ground. Those who wish to go, pick up your weapons, cross over scorched earth. The fortress won’t open gates, nor send any organized units."
This is the greatest support the Blood War Fortress can provide, here are plenty of Avengers, wishing only to slaughter more demons, ignoring anything else entirely.
The command was swiftly executed.
A notification imbued with Magic Power spread instantly like invisible ripples across the entire Blood War Fortress and surrounding regions.
Reaching the ears of every independent fighting Avenger, Mercenary, and Exile.
This is the law of the Abyss: to gain, one must give.
If you want to share the "dividends" of this new battlefield, you must strive for your own entrance ticket with your strength.
And atop the rampart, Raelia slowly raised the enormous longbow, the bowstring emitted a low-dragon-like rumble under her mighty strength.
Her cold gaze locked onto the most rampant roaring, largest Frenzy Demons at the forefront of the demon torrent.
"Night Watcher!"
Her voice rolled like thunder, instantly echoing across the rampart, overpowering the howls of the Abyss and the distant demon screams.
"The Abyssal mongrels are here! For the glory of the Night Watcher, for the future of our world—grasp your weapons, stabilize your spirits!
"Let these chaotic scumbags, with their corpses and wails, witness the will of the Night Watcher, paving our path to strength!"
The response to her, the unified, silent yet deafening sound of weapons striking the ground from five thousand Night Watcher Warriors!
