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The game has become a real alternate world

Chapter 1211 - 827: Growth (Part 2)
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Chapter 1211: Chapter 827: Growth (Part 2)

The trigger was pulled, a weak magic spiritual light trajectory flashed, and the mark representing the enemy sniper behind the distant cover burst with a pop.

The other Night Watcher who was hit, looking at the information that he had been taken out, helplessly pouted.

"As expected of Adam’s squad, having talent is impressive!"

Mumbling, he became the "dead."

"Target cleared!" Tokke reported with a hint of excitement.

"Hmph! They’re just mere false magic dolls! Watch me rip the battlefield apart!"

The "howl" of the Flying Squirrel accompanied by the whistling sound of the sword wind.

He had already transitioned to being a warrior; of course, he self-proclaimed as a "Shadow Swordsman."

Wearing new issued lightweight armor, he was wielding the training longsword, attempting to use his self-created, whimsically named and unexpectedly effective obscure steps and tricky angles to suppress the two simulated inferior demon warriors as he advanced.

"Abyss withdraw!"

He leapt big and chopped, striking a vital point and the weakness of the energy shield.

"Flying Squirrel! You’re too far forward! You’ve left my cover range!" Eva’s voice carried a hint of helplessness.

She glided like a ghost among the shadows of rubble and remains, the soft sound of the bowstring as her short bow shot silent shadow arrows precisely onto the other "enemy" trying to flank the Flying Squirrel, effectively disrupting their movements.

Her leopard tail swayed vigilantly.

"I am the Vanguard of Darkness, how can I be shackled by mortal flesh?" Flying Squirrel argued but honestly adjusted his position to leverage Eva’s cover.

On the other side, Pokanasha focused on guarding near Mage Adam who was responsible for the area’s attack.

Her petite silhouette looked particularly serious, the magic wand in her hand was not used to cast offensive magic, but to maintain a faint red, semi-transparent aura composed of numerous microscopic blood droplets enveloping herself and Adam.

This is her innate ability — the primary application of blood healing.

Despite being a mage, her main attack direction was the rare blood magic in the healing system, which could extract a small amount of life force from herself or a controllable enemy to offset damage or stabilize abnormal status.

This was pure talent.

Blood Races transformed from the curse of blood and traditional Blood Races have great differences.

Besides transforming these races into a Blood Race, they are also endowed with some time-related talents, though not everyone has them.

"Adam, watch out! Projectile at three o’clock."

She keenly captured a simulated spell attack, blood mist instantly condensed before Adam, although violently shaken by the spell impact, it successfully weakened its power.

Adam sidestepped the remaining impact, completed the spell, and a cone of earth spike spell suddenly pierced from under the feet of the target squad.

Along with Pokanasha’s timely "Weakness Blood Condensation" curse, a skill that could temporarily reduce the target’s physical and energy defense, instantly collapsing the resistance of that squad.

The evaluation bell for the end of training rang.

"Not bad! Squad B-7 has improved today! Better synergy! Especially Flying Squirrel, your swordsmanship... what’s it called again... ’Abyss Dream Shatter Flash,’ right?"

It’s amazing you remember it.

The person next to him couldn’t help but mock.

This instructor was the one who heavily suppressed Flying Squirrel, not allowing him to sleep in the coffin.

"Used at the right time, it’s very effective! But remember not to be overthrown by Tokke’s food lure and leave your position without permission next time! Tokke, your crossbow aim is good, but shooting choices could be trickier to conserve ammunition!

"Eva’s interference is perfect! Pokanasha’s defense and healing timing are precise! Adam’s command and spell choice are spot on! Keep refining!"

The instructor in charge of their area walked over, clapping hands and commenting on everyone.

The fact that he could call out Flying Squirrel’s self-invented sword strike’s name indicated that, despite thinking it was melodramatic, the instructor recognized its value.

Tokke, exhausted, sat on the ground, wiping his crossbow, while licking his lips: "Hehe, thank you, instructor! I wonder if there’ll be new Northern Lands featured smoked meat steak for dinner later... rumor has it the Northern chef is cooking today..."

"Don’t be so disrespectful. Let the chef hear that, and you’ll be in trouble."

Flying Squirrel leaned on the training sword, slightly panting, but still wearing that enigmatic expression: "Mere mortal food, merely fuel for my body... of course, a bit more char would be nicer."

Pokanasha put away the magic wand, quietly asked: "Eva sister, on our day off, can we go to town to buy some snacks? The newly opened ’Silver Wheel Desserts’ shop is said to have moonlight honey cupcakes that are particularly delicious!"

Though her mind was striving for maturity, the elf’s taste and love for sweets remained her most apparent "weakness."

Eva shook her somewhat sore arm and agreed with a smile: "Sure! But don’t let Adam say we’re eating too many sweets again. By the way, Adam," she looked at Adam who was carefully checking his magic wand, "the instructor mentioned... we’ll start scheduling entry into the [Void Energy Area] from next month?"

Adam’s movements paused, looking up.

The sunset of the training camp reflected in his crimson eyes, casting a serene yet sharp light.

He nodded: "Yeah. The theory class is done, next is simulated combat. Ultimately... we all have to face the real void pit."

His voice carried a subtle weight.

Ring Tower City was not the endpoint, but a crucible, tempering these buds into a real shield for the Night Watchers to face the darkness.

And the goal of the Night Watchers had always been singular and unchanged.

Which is to withstand the crisis from the void and free the world from apocalypse.

The more they strive, the world’s ability to resist apocalypse increases, ensuring that more of it survives the void crisis.

As Kana ascended to godhood and continued resisting the apocalypse, many around the world began to prepare earnestly for it.

Because many saw hope.

Of course, those knowledgeable about this were the legendary powerhouses.

Before, some legendary powerhouses were trying hard to make a difference, but against the bigger picture, their efforts were in vain.

More legendary powerhouses were muddling through.

Or actively seeking survival possibilities amidst the apocalypse, once the evil god could sway some legendary powerhouses because they could provide escape routes from the apocalypse.

The existence of the Night Watchers from the start altered the world’s trajectory.

Didn’t the legendary powerhouses know the hazards of the evil god’s arrival?

Of course, they did.

But partly there were wall-building factions, partly surrender factions, and many were just muddling through.

With taciturn ignorance of such occurrences.

And the Night Watchers arose.

Initially unnoticed, but they did make efforts and developed at an unbelievably swift pace.

Before some legendary powerhouses even noticed this information, in a blink the Night Watchers were on equal footing with them.

Another absentminded blink.

The Night Watchers suddenly had begun direct conflicts with evil god followers and even commenced a war.

Before any choices could be made, the Night Watchers had already gained an upper hand.

When these legendary powerhouses came to their senses, they found a rising star, a towering pillar.

The preparations by the Night Watchers gave the legendary powerhouses only one thing.

Which is hope.

Kana became a god.

He didn’t forsake the world; he truly fought against the apocalypse.

With a leader and clear goal, the legendary powerhouses couldn’t help but start following that lead.

The void is strong.

But haven’t we also birthed a god, have we?

The Night Watchers are quite strong too, everyone’s blessing seems born for war.

Perhaps, maybe... can preserve a spark amidst the apocalypse?

If that’s the case.

If they also join and begin to strive for the apocalypse.

Could that not increase the number of sparks?

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