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A few days later, the deathly silence of the scorched abyss was broken.

The pattering footsteps were no longer raindrops, but the sound of countless heavy boots and bird hooves crushing scorched stones and grinding over the remains of demons, converging into a suppressed yet resolute tide.

On the map, at this crucial strategic crossroads, five battered yet still sharp teams, like five shooting stars, pierced the darkness of the abyss from different directions, finally converging at the predetermined coordinates.

Their path of movement traced a huge ellipse on the map.

Within the ellipse, the demon nodes and hatching pools that once entrenched themselves have been transformed into smoke-filled ruins. Countless twisted corpses have been hastily buried by the filth of the abyss, and the air is filled with an overwhelming stench of sulfur, burnt metal, and blood.

Now, these five battle-hardened armies have finally assembled on this hillside, a symbol of the final battle.

On the slope, the watchmen stood silently in formation. The air was thick with the stench of rust, the acrid smell of sulfur, the salty tang of sweat, and the lingering scent of sacred medicine, creating a unique atmosphere of battle.

The 20,000-strong formation still exuded the chilling aura of battle-hardened elites, but beneath this chilling aura lay an undeniable weariness and heavy losses.

The once pristine and gleaming [Bastion Oath] armor is now covered in jagged claw marks, scorched black, and corroded pits, like the medals of warriors, telling the story of the brutal battles of the past few days.

Many nail plates were broken, deformed, or even fell off, revealing the inner lining and bandages soaked with blood, dust, and sweat.

The erosion of the abyss is everywhere, and datafication can no longer function as perfectly as the main world, covering every corner.

Here, weapons are no longer just a matter of numerical consumption; they will actually show signs of chipping, chipping, or even breaking as their durability decreases.

The faces of the soldiers beneath their helmets are etched with the marks of wind, frost, and gunpowder.

His eyes were sunken, his lips were cracked from thirst and the scorching winds of the abyss, and his skin was covered with ash and congealed scabs.

Only those eyes, deep in their tired sockets, still burned with a flame as strong as tempered steel.

Several days of intense marches, skirmishes, positional battles, and brief rests under the threat of demonic whispers and sneak attacks had almost drained them of every ounce of physical and mental strength.

The dark days of the abyss are oppressive and suffocating, while the nights are filled with looming demonic shadows and endless harassment. The tension of battle is always high, permeating every moment they spend in this place.

General Leilia stood atop the hill, her long red hair stained with dark ash, like solidified flames.

She surveyed the elite force she had personally led, which had fought its way from the Land of Light in the main world to this place, deep within the filthy abyss.

Twenty-five thousand of the Night's Watch's finest men!

Each one is a battle-hardened veteran at the peak of level ten, a seed of future legends nurtured by the main world!

They should have had a long life to climb to higher realms and protect more light.

However, at this moment, fewer than 20,000 people remain standing solemnly on the slope.

More than four thousand brilliant stars have fallen on this filthy earth.

They fell on the way to the raid, they fell beside the key points they were holding, they fell in the moment of covering their comrades...

This loss is heavy.

The Night's Watch had never suffered such heavy casualties.

Because these 25,000 people are the true elite—they not only possess valuable experience in fighting in the abyss, but are also the best of the best whose individual strength has reached the peak of the mortal realm.

Their demise is an immeasurable loss to the main world.

Even with the power of data, even with the support of Kanah's rules making them like sophisticated war machines, and even with the support of excellent equipment, such heavy casualties were still unavoidable in such an intense battle in the abyss.

One-fifth of the brothers remained forever on this scorched earth.

As for injuries? In the Night's Watch's final charge, there is no concept of "injury," only "battle" and "death."

"Woo-hoo!!!"

A deafening roar, filled with boundless savagery, suddenly tore apart the maddeningly somber sky of the abyss.

Everyone looked up sharply and saw a terrifying abyssal dragon, its body grotesque and covered in purplish-black bone spurs and rotting flesh wings, fiercely battling a figure shrouded in silver and gold, its body wreathed in violent and dazzling lightning.

Each collision unleashed a blinding flash of light and a thunderous roar, the energy shockwaves ripping apart the low-lying smog.

It was indeed Bougret.

He fused with the power of the [Thunder Spine] divine spear, transforming into a lightning alchemical dragon. Destructive electric snakes leaped across his silvery scales, tightly coiling around the abyssal behemoth that was attempting to swoop down and harass the army formation below.

In the past few days, Bugret has been present at almost every critical battlefield.

As a level 15 alchemical dragon with terrifying speed, he is like a silver lightning bolt on the battlefield, always tearing apart the demons' lines at the most critical moments, delivering a fatal blow or severe injury to the enemy's powerful figures with overwhelming force.

He then transformed into a bolt of lightning and vanished to rush to the next place that needed him.

It was precisely this elusive and swift tactic that greatly relieved the pressure on all fronts, buying precious time for Leilia and her team to advance towards the core and clearing away obstacles.

Through long-term resource accumulation and the trials of war in the main world, Bugret had already brought his own characteristics and power to their fullest potential.

He was born for this vast, multi-faceted, and ever-changing battlefield.

The more chaotic and vast the area, the more he thrived, showcasing his speed and destructive power to their fullest potential.

Leilia withdrew her gaze from the breathtaking dragon battle high in the sky and took a deep breath.

The filthy aura of the abyss could not conceal the power in her voice that was enough to ignite the soul.

She turned to the soldiers gathering below the slope, her voice booming like the clang of metal, piercing through the clashing of the battlefield and the thunder in the sky:

"Soldiers! Men of the Night's Watch! We have arrived!"

Her battle axe, [Sun Soul], was suddenly raised, and its blazing light instantly dispelled a shadow.

The axe blade, imbued with will, pointed straight down the slope—to that terrifying area guarded by countless massive, twisted, sharp rocks that pierced the dim sky like the fangs of a giant beast.

Countless jagged black stone spikes form an awe-inspiring natural barrier, and the rock surface is covered with dense holes of varying sizes, like a beehive built by a demon.

At this moment, countless demons of various shapes and sizes, exuding an aura of chaos and evil, were frantically moving in and out of the room like maggots, emitting terrifying roars, howls, and shrieks.

Thick, almost tangible chaotic demonic energy gushed out from those holes, enveloping the area in a nauseating purplish-black mist.

That is their ultimate goal—the core of the demon's largest incubation pool, the heart of the chaotic abyss, the lair of all evil.

All the Night's Watchmen stared intently at that spot.

Looking down at the countless, surging demons below, like a boiling black tide, and at the demon's lair that exuded an aura of ominousness and despair.

Every pair of eyes is burning.

"Did you see that?!"

Leilia's voice, filled with fervent fighting spirit and unwavering determination, pierced through the gloom like the sun blazing down. "That is the core of the abyssal filth of this Bloodbath Battlefield! The source of all evil! We fought our way through countless incubation pools, eradicating more than a dozen chaotic nodes, all while covered in blood."

"With our battle axes, divine spears, blood, and lives, we have ignited and propelled the light of order in this cursed land from the depths of its struggle against chaos to its current state—forty-five percent!"

Her gaze, like a tangible flame, swept across every weary yet resolute face below the slope. Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a resolute determination to reveal the ultimate truth:

"We paid the price of more than four thousand brothers! They are the elite of the elite, the future legendary stars! But their blood was not shed in vain."

"Their sacrifice, like the most solid foundation, has pushed order to this final step! We have arrived here after countless hardships."

"Now, right beneath our feet, is the final step! Break through that rock fortress, destroy that largest incubation pool, and purify the core of that chaotic abyss! Let the light of order pierce the darkness of this abyss and dispel the corrupt will that dwells here!"

She took a deep breath, her voice like a divine pronouncement of destiny, echoing throughout the scorched battlefield:
"Now, I will tell you the true significance of this battle, which concerns the very survival of the Lord's World."

"We are not merely purifying a corner of the abyss! We are preparing for our own main world. If we win this battle, order will take deep root in this abyssal realm."

"With the feedback, we will gain a precious respite from the imminent void crisis facing the Lord's world."

"We are igniting the last and most fervent flame of hope to save more innocent lives and to protect our home and future!"

"Whether we can bring back more compatriots and more future when the apocalypse strikes—it all depends on this final battle!"

Her voice, like the most stirring war drum, struck the hearts of every Night's Watchman, igniting the passion that had long been suppressed by weariness and sorrow.

"Roar--!!!"

Her response was a deafening roar erupting from the depths of the souls of 20,000 people.

The sound coalesced into an invisible torrent, dispersing the pervasive smell of sulfur and even briefly drowning out the wailing of the abyss.

The exhaustion was dispelled by the roar, the sorrow was transformed into the purest power of revenge and protection, and morale surged to its peak like a wildfire.

"For the anvil! He shielded me from that Blade Demon's sneak attack!" A shield warrior, his face covered in blood, pounded his fist against his tattered chest armor and roared furiously.

"Captain Harson... and all the brothers who fell in the Wailing Rift... blood for blood!"

A warrior wielding the [Abyss Arbiter] halberd spoke with unwavering conviction.

"My homeland...my children are still waiting for me to return to the main world!"

A priest who looked a little older murmured softly, then gripped the holy emblem in his hand tightly, and it shone brightly.

"For our homeland! For our future!"

"Slay them all! Purify the abyss!"

Countless voices roared and shouted, converging into an ocean of revenge and protection.

No more words are needed! Actions speak louder than words!

Priests, paladins, druids, and other support characters began to operate at high speed, like the most precise gears.

Bottles of the shimmering Dawnlight potion were quickly distributed to every warrior.

Without hesitation, the soldiers uncorked the bottles and poured the potent liquid into their mouths.

A warm current instantly swept through my body, forcibly suppressing my fatigue. Power surged through my muscles, speed increased in my nerves, and my will was tempered once again into an indestructible state deep within my soul.

At the same time, the assistants unleashed their last reserves of divine power without reservation.

"A blessing of resilience!"

"Holy Shield!"

"..."

Layer upon layer of colorful magical enhancements shone like tangible halos above the entire army, overlapping and merging together.

Sacred golden light, natural emerald green, the crimson of flames...

Various lights intertwined and intertwined, rendering the entire assembly ramp like a sacred spectrum descending from the abyss, dispelling the surrounding darkness and illuminating the warriors as if they were heavenly soldiers and generals.

This is the final, all-out effort; they have staked everything for victory.

"The Night's Watch!"

Leilia's voice was like a battle horn, and she suddenly raised her hands high.

The [Sun Soul] battle axe in his left hand suddenly erupted with blindingly bright sunlight, as if he were holding a miniature sun.

The [Radiant Oath] spear in his right hand erupted with pure, vast, holy white flames that cleansed all impurities, like a pillar of light that opened up chaos.

Behind her, the four captains responded simultaneously, raising their divine spears high and unleashing the power of the artifacts.

Grey Fang's [Burning Scales]

Apis's [Erosion]

Isabella's [Heart of Emerald]

Karina's Frost Howl

The light of the five divine spears—gold of the blazing sun, white of holiness, red of lava, darkness of annihilation, emerald of life, and blue of extreme cold—reflected and resonated with each other under the dark and murky sky of the abyss.

The five beams of light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, were like five swords forged by the gods, determined to pierce the heart of darkness.

The rules of holiness, heat, life, annihilation, and extreme cold intertwined and collided, illuminating the entire battlefield as if a divine kingdom had descended, forcibly repelling and purifying the filth and demonic energy of the abyss.

"boom--!!!"

Just as the five divine spears reached their zenith and their power resonated to its fullest extent, space itself groaned violently, unable to bear the strain.

In the core area where the divine spear's radiance converged, five enormous spatial gates, their edges flowing with liquid divine energy and mysterious runes, suddenly burst open.

Behind the door was a surging, pure, sacred sea of ​​light.

Then, the door opened.

The heroic spirits began to rush out from behind the door, and the radiant power they emitted seemed even stronger than before.

They seem to have become even more powerful.

The five doors opened one by one, and the troops pouring out of each door were different.

The other Night Watch members also saw the heroic spirits brought by the divine spears wielded by the other captains, which they had not seen before. (End of Chapter)