Chapter 1195: Chapter 819: Victory (Part 2)
This will make Abis and the others lose the chance to kill the opponent.
This is a Legendary Tier kill, which could gain a large amount of Experience Value.
The enraged Raelia wielded her exaggerated Weapon, swept around a few times, and returned to the wall to hold the line.
No way.
She couldn’t recklessly slaughter these weak Demons because the profit ratio was pathetically low.
It’s suffocating.
I’ve come to the Abyss, why is it still so suffocating?!
No, I must think of a way to prevent these Demons from escaping.
Raelia vowed.
The battle was as fierce as a furnace melting.
Artillery was blazing, the light of Magic explosions continuously flashing, the thick smell of blood and sulfur suffocating.
Because there were too many Demons.
They surged like tides, wave after wave crashing in.
The number of Demons far exceeded the defenders.
If it weren’t for the limited attack positions of the fortress, it might have already been overwhelmed.
The filthy curses of the Demons and the tactical commands of the Night Watchers intertwined on the battlefield.
"Damn maggot! Your head will become my wine cup!"
"Coordinate E7, fire support! Blow off the legs of that Abyss Mammoth!"
"Go die! Order Cowards! The blessing of the Abyss will ultimately devour you!"
A Judge Demon pierced through by a Long Spear struggled and roared.
"Save your strength, fool, your Abyss blessing can’t even pierce my leather armor!"
Next to him, a Dwarf Night Watcher, using an alchemy flamethrower to suppress Demons below the city, grinned.
"Hey, Green Sprout, see that? Those pointed ears rushing up on the left, ugly as that poor booze you drank last night!" a Human Warrior joked with his Elf comrade while reloading.
"Screw you! I drink nothing but the treasured ’Moon Brew’! Watch out for that hook on your right!" the Elf called Green Sprout cursed with a laugh, shooting an accurate arrow through the claw of a sneaking Demon.
The Abyss is truly a place that changes people easily.
Even Elves here would curse freely.
Amid this chaotic and frenzied battlefield, the Iron Flower Structure kept running.
It has yet to demonstrate its true ability, but the ability it has shown has already brought excellent Effect on the battlefield.
The semi-transparent pale golden dome isolated the whispering erosion of the Abyss, greatly stabilizing the minds of the Night Watcher Warriors and Avengers, keeping them clear-headed amidst the mental Impact.
Don’t think that these warriors, having stayed long in the Abyss, could get used to these whispers from the Abyss.
No one would get used to it.
Because it is absolute, anti-Order filth.
This is an absolute debuff effect that stimulates the life instinct of Order.
They are always enduring it, only becoming stronger in enduring.
Only when these whispers disappear under the protection of the Iron Flower Structure did their hearts begin to truly relax.
Only those who have endured it know how precious this relaxation is.
Just this alone provides a powerful combat Enhancement.
More importantly, the weak Order Magic Power it releases after purification, like a trickling stream, quietly nourishes the bodies of the Night Watchers.
It’s like during battle, there’s a refreshing stream cleansing the body.
Though it cannot reduce physical stress, its mere presence makes the body feel comfortable.
When could one enjoy such treatment while fighting in the Abyss?
Even the toughest battles can be persevered for a few more days.
Under the Order Magic Power flushing of the Iron Flower Structure.
The warriors’ endurance lasted longer, the healing speed of wounds accelerated, and the magic recovery of Casters felt somewhat smooth.
The Night Watchers benefited from the Enhancement Effect, whereas on the other side...
Conversely, Demons who stepped into the purification zone, whether Low Level cannon fodder or Legendary Powerhouses, felt an omnipresent Weakness and "discomfort".
They finally realized the Abyss’s dissatisfaction with this small place.
They finally understood why the Abyss would urge them to quickly gather and attack this place.
To the Abyss, this small area might just be a tiny bump on the skin, but the problem is, it’s itchy. Occasionally scratching it, even the Abyss would find it somewhat irritating.
For these demons that stepped in.
It’s like even breathing makes them feel uncomfortable, as if the air they breathe in is nauseating.
The creatures in the pit experienced the disgust that the warriors entering the pit once felt.
Perhaps this is what they call a taste of their own medicine.
The suppression of chaos magic power made their attacks sluggish, the defense on their bodies seemed easier to pierce, and even the supply of power from the depths of the Abyss became slow.
It’s a "dimensional reduction strike" at the rule level, though weak, it invisibly weakened the overall threat of the abyssal army.
This makes chaos even more chaotic.
Making the already somewhat crazy demons even crazier, the already disordered attack even more disordered.
This also leads to increased internal consumption for the demons than usual.
This increase is double.
The battle’s duration is unknown.
The muddied, filthy sky of the Abyss, without the concept of day and night, always maintaining that disgust-inducing hue.
Time cannot be simply judged here.
But everyone knows.
The battle has already lasted for a considerable time.
The scabs of blood on the city walls covered another layer, broken metal components were hurriedly repaired and replaced by engineering teams day and night.
Ammo boxes piled up like mountains and were depleted, and at some unknown time piled up like mountains again, and then were depleted again.
The central teleportation gate opened and closed, supplies were brought and consumed.
A pile of potion vials were used, the leftover potion bottles were carelessly discarded.
Nobody had the energy to recycle them at this time.
Crushed glass shards were scattered everywhere, mixed with blood and flesh, indistinguishable from each other.
Fatigue was etched on everyone’s face, but the Night Watchers’ gaze remained sharp as a knife.
The blessing of the Night Watcher still existed.
The Night Watchers, even within the Abyss, displayed their essence as war machines.
They were born for war.
Finally, at the moment when the roars of the demons gradually weakened.
The tide-like demon assault visibly slowed and weakened.
From afar, behind the abyssal lines, came the faint sounds of retreating angry roars and the unwilling scolding and brawls of the demon commanders.
The number of demons attacking the city walls sharply reduced, becoming sparse.
The Night Watcher Warriors surprisingly found that the black line of the demon tide that nearly filled the horizon had, at some point, become sparse and scattered.
The battlefield echoed with sporadic but gradually increasing cheers and exhausted breathing.
Abis put down her slightly trembling hand from continuous spellcasting, wiped the sweat off her forehead, looked at the retreating demon army, and let out a long breath.
Karen released her bear form, her huge figure leaning tiredly against the wall, her thick leather armor covered with scorch marks and wounds, but her eyes still bright.
Grey Fang rode his Winged Dragon low over the city walls, made a throat-slitting gesture toward the few remaining demons below, earning a chorus of laughter from the warriors.
Annabelle emerged from a shadow, silently wiping her bloodless dagger, her dark green eyes sweeping over the ruined yet stable city walls, a barely noticeable curve on her lips.
Raelia’s soul fire had long extinguished, revealing silver-gray armor covered with engravings and scorch marks.
She stood with her sword, gazing at the receding demon ocean and the still roiling sulfur clouds in the abyssal lands in the distance, her eyes cold and determined.
[It’s all packed up.]
Grey Fang commented in the channel.
In the smoke-covered, corpse-strewn battlefield, the Iron Flower Device still emitted a steady pale golden glow and aura of order, marking it the most striking miracle on this blood-stained soil.
It survived the first wave of the Abyss’s will’s mad counterattack.
Blood Pit Fortress, also fortified by this alchemical wonder’s power, once again stood unyielding amid blood and fire.
A brief yet precious respite arrived.
Exhausted warriors, two or three gathered together, leaned against the wall, sharing the last hard piece of military ration.
The Alchemist team nimbly weaved through the injured, distributing healing potions.
Just moments ago, the Dwarves and Human warriors were exchanging trash talk, now they were helping each other treat lacerations on each other’s shoulders.
On the bloody battlefield of the Abyss, the air was filled with a peace of surviving the ordeal, only the distant occasional artillery fire reminded that this war was far from over.
Yet the drifting black smoke in the air showcased the vast number of demons slaughtered in this battle.
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