Chapter 1196: Chapter 820: Reunion
The warmth of victory spread through the smoke-filled fortress.
Mixed with a strong stench of blood, sulfur, and that lingering, unique burnt smell from demon corpses turning into ashes.
Even fine black dust particles drifted in the air, remnants of the demons’ last presence.
This made the surroundings seem quite unappealing.
But for the Avengers and Night Watchers, these dust particles in the air were the most delightful decoration.
A group of Avengers from different races sat slumped behind a makeshift shelter at the foot of the city wall, breathing heavily.
Their armor was coated with congealed blood and unknown sticky substances.
It was full of dents and in ruins.
No one was in good Status, and no one’s equipment was intact.
A deer-headed Avenger, with curved antelope horns, leaned against the cold Metal wall and sighed to a nearby Night Watcher Ranger.
"Brother... to tell the truth, I almost thought I’d bite the dust before the battle. Those filthy bastards came on too damn strong! Even scarier than the demon disaster back home!"
His coarse fingers were still trembling slightly.
Clearly, his original world was not a particularly strong one.
But for worlds that were inherently peaceful, that demon tide just now was indeed enough to destroy.
A gray-skinned Avenger with warpaint on his face grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, though fatigue was hard to hide, his tone carried a hint of pride.
"Hey! See that breach to the east? Three of us used Tower Shields to force those three phantasm demons back.
"One fool even tried to climb my Shield, got its wrist chopped off with my axe, fell and got stomped into mush!"
He gestured wildly, spitting as he spoke.
"Get lost, Scarface, if ’Iron Can’ hadn’t welded shut that melted support point in time, we all would’ve been pancaked by fallen iron plates!"
Another Elf Avenger said irritably, but there was no blame in his eyes, only trust forged through shared life-and-death struggles.
Nothing builds trust better than cooperating in bloody battles on the battlefield.
At this moment, a Night Watcher Medical Soldier dressed in a white robe, with an insignia of green leaves and a medicine bottle on her chest, hurried over.
"Where’s the injury? Let me take a look! Stretch your leg out!"
Her tone was brisk, leaving no room for objection.
With Night Watchers collaborating more with non-Night Watcher Life, professional medical teams became very necessary.
For Night Watchers, medical treatment was quite simple.
However, with Night Watcher potions on hand, treatment for other Life forms was only a little more troublesome.
The bragging "Scarface" grimaced and showed off a deep corrosive scar on his lower leg, down to the bone.
"Hiss... Easy, lady! Ouch! What are you applying? It hurts so much?!" Scarface gasped.
"Shut up! It’s potent Purification gel, specially to remove Abyss corrosion. You’re lucky it didn’t hit an artery, or else you’d need amputation!"
The Medical Soldier worked swiftly, disinfecting, applying medicine, and wrapping up with a specially made bandage.
"Bear with it, it’ll be fine soon, I guarantee you can chow on rations tonight!"
Night Watchers have dedicated timers, as they rotate in and out of the Abyss and still need to live their normal lives.
"Tonight, huh..."
Scarface suddenly felt a sense of calm, gazing at the eternally monotone sky.
The deer-headed Avenger watched the Medical Soldier’s skilled and precise movements, then glanced at the potion emitting a cool mint and faint Metal scent, with immediate Effect.
He couldn’t help but grumble quietly to a Dwarf Night Watchers teammate checking crossbow wear.
"You Night Watchers... are like monsters! After such a big fight, soldiers seem like they’re made of iron, potions are like water, this logistics... even the Grand Duke back home would drool!"
To be honest, Night Watchers have heard such praise enough.
But they still occasionally absorb such sentiments, especially after battles like this.
Because it’s firsthand experience, clearly evident before their eyes, no one remains silent at such moments.
The Dwarf, with an unlit pipe in his mouth, hummed without lifting his head: "Of course! We are born for this.
Thank the iron lump on your head for the shelter, under its cover, I reckon I’d still be able to hack away for three days and nights."
Though weary words, the core resilience and fearlessness moved the surrounding Avengers.
Night Watchers truly are energy monsters.
Are they not actually made of iron?
An Orc Avenger, wiping his broad-bladed Greatsword with cloth, chimed in, voice deep yet full of respect.
"Seeing y’all guarding the walls these days... it’s been an eye-opener. Whether it’s cooperation or discipline! Never seen a Legion like yours in my life.
"Facing such a Level of demon horde, and still cursing as you methodically chop them into mincemeat! Blunted swords, switch to bows; no arrows, bash them with Shields! And those commanders... especially that Soul Fire Knight."
He glanced with reverence to Raelia, standing with sword planted far away: "Practically a demon Slaughterer on the battlefield!"
Looks like Raelia is about to earn a new nickname.
But for this name, it seems no one will object.
Nearby, another Avenger, helping a friend sew shoulder armor, grinned and scooped up some black ashes from the ground, letting them slip through his fingers.
"Who can say otherwise, look at these ashes, cocky demons? Pah! In the end, they’re just left as this stuff! Not even a decent demonic horn left. Just like a snuffed ashtray."
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