Chapter 1138: Chapter 794: What the Night Watchers Bring
As Bugreit’s dashing, powerful silver figure turned into a streak of light that pierced the clouds and vanished at the horizon.
The most terrifying threat on the sea surface was completely eliminated as well.
The remaining Sea Beasts were still ferocious and in Frenzy, but after losing their backbone and the Chaos-enhanced core target, their threat level dropped drastically.
Under the Night Watchers’ ferocious firepower and their uncompromising extermination, the crisis of the Sea Beasts was soon resolved.
The Night Watchers’ fleet displayed astonishing professionalism and efficiency.
"Combat alert lifted! Repeat! Combat alert lifted!"
"Rescue priority! Medical teams deploy immediately!"
"Power unit, inspect hull damage! Damage control teams, seal the flooding inlets!"
"Long-range vigilance continues! Main guns on standby!"
Clear and calm orders were issued in rapid succession.
There was no longer any need for overwhelming bombardments; small Magic Energy rapid-fire cannons and precise shots from the deck were enough to drive off or kill the remaining scattered Sea Beasts.
The massive brass paddlewheels began churning the seawater powerfully once again, pushing the last remaining limbs and filth entangled under the hull toward the rear.
Some small resource ships and exploration ships began conducting salvage operations around this stretch of sea.
Ordinary Sea Beasts could be ignored, but those whose strength had already reached Legendary level could not simply be allowed to sink back into the water; these were treasures.
At the same time, another "battle" quickly unfolded on every ship.
Night Watcher medical squads in neat gray uniforms, white armbands on their sleeves, moved like precise mechanical components as they began operating at high efficiency.
In the past, there hadn’t been such teams; back then, the Night Watchers didn’t really need overly professional medical units.
But after the Plague of Rats, such teams were established.
The wars to come would only increase, and the chances of Night Watchers being wounded would grow as well, so there was naturally a need for professional medical teams specialized in treating under Datafication.
Those who had once played the role of battlefield doctors on the front lines all joined this group one after another.
This group likewise belonged to the [Light Guardian], one of this Legion’s Logistics Department units.
The other departments had no need for such battlefield doctors.
The [Night Patrol] always operated in small squads, each with its own assigned medical personnel, with higher specialization and combat power up to standard.
The [Soul Guardian] needed them even less.
These battlefield doctors did not carry complex, heavy equipment, but standardized, high-quality-looking square medical first aid kits divided into multiple functional compartments, as they rushed quickly to every hotspot of the battle.
Because of Kana’s philosophy, many of the Night Watchers’ groups and organizations followed institutionalized, large-scale structures.
"Gather the wounded! Severe Injury first!" The shouted orders were calm and efficient.
They inspected wounds with practiced ease, tore open waterproof packaging, took out brightly colored, crystal-clear Healing Potions, and unhesitatingly poured whole or half bottles into the patients’ mouths.
"Drink it! It’ll stop the bleeding and accelerate healing."
"Bear with it, the disinfectant spray stings a bit!"
A human Mercenary whose arm had been torn open by a Sea Beast’s fangs, the gash so deep the bone was visible.
Less than two minutes after he downed a red, Gemstone-like "High-Efficacy Healing Potion," the flow of blood from the wound visibly slowed and constricted, and the muscle fibers began to writhe slightly.
This was what the fusion of Datafication and reality manifested.
When you saw an arm with a wound deep enough to expose bone still able to swing with force, you knew this was a Warrior after Datafication.
But the pain did not vanish.
The pain was quickly replaced by a cool, soothing sensation carried by the drug’s power, and he stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Beside him, a Dwarf whose leg armor had been corroded by acid had a blue "Antitoxic Neutralizing Spray" applied; the sizzling, foul black smoke quickly dispersed, leaving behind coolness and newly protected skin.
The collision between Datafication and reality produced some interesting phenomena.
It did not go so far as the game-like situation where a single Healing Potion could cure everything, but it did allow for the convenience of a few kinds of potions resolving most injuries and ailments.
The medical staff swiftly cleaned the wounds, then applied a gel with a refreshing mint and herbal fragrance—that was the flesh-regenerating salve that accelerated healing—before covering it with clean, breathable special gauze for bandaging.
Put simply, in game terms, it was accelerating HP bar recovery and reducing perceived pain.
It could also remove some debuffs.
Their movements were practiced and fast, carrying a near-assembly-line composure.
Yet these potions, which they treated as routine tools to be used at hand, stirred up towering waves in the hearts of many Adventurers being treated on the deck—especially those Adventurers who were not of the younger generation.
As the tension of battle ebbed, Adventurers who had been bandaged or had taken potions and were waiting for the medicine to take effect leaned in twos and threes against relatively clean sections of the deck or piles of cargo, catching their breath.
After the initial exhaustion and the relief of surviving the ordeal, their conversation naturally shifted to that almost miraculous treatment process they had just witnessed.
Though they were Adventurers from the Adventurer’s House, their dealings with the Night Watchers had actually been relatively few.
One could say that this naval battle, and their participation in this expeditionary force, was what truly allowed them to come into contact with and understand this organization of Legend—the Night Watchers.
A middle-aged human Warrior in a fairly decent chainmail shirt, a fresh scar on his cheek, gingerly tapped his arm, now wrapped tight in bandages, and couldn’t help but sigh.
