The game has become a real alternate world

Chapter 1162 - 804: Void Rations_2

"The Abyss? It’s merely a river of blood that one must wade through on the path to survival. They are not merely entangled with demons; they are racing against time, striving to win a glimmer of hope for worlds on the brink of consumption!"This insight is born from true intellect. Although they are not divine beings, they’ve been lingering at the legendary level, enduring for ages. Especially in this battleground of blood, which is one of the rare places where different worlds of the Star Realm converge.

These perfectly standard legends possess a broader outlook. The worlds they were born into and the forces backing them are undoubtedly among the elites of the Star Realm.

It’s easy for them to understand why the Night Watchers are here seeking the power of the Abyss under such circumstances.

They do not comprehend concepts like experience or datafication.

But what is called experience is merely a manifestation of a certain power within the Star Realm; energy does not appear out of nowhere.

Fundamentally, nothing has changed. With their perspective, they naturally see the essence directly.

"Savior..." Torgeman uttered the title again in a deep voice, his rocky face appearing even more solemn,

"Facing the void without fear, ascending to the divine position while bearing the weight of all beings... Such divine spirit and resolve are likely far beyond our previous shallow judgment.

His name as a savior is not in vain; its weight... should lead the forefront of the Blood War."

An atmosphere mixed with respect, shock, and even a touch of indescribable pity permeated among the leaders. What Kana and the Night Watchers bear is far more burdensome than what they have seen and known at the Blood War Fortress.

They have always respected the gods, especially those gods standing on the side of the Blood War Fortress, who are undoubtedly righteous.

Willing to directly come to the Blood Battle Battlefield and participate personally, these gods are definitively the powerful fighters among the righteous.

They are always respectful of such deities.

Knowing Kana’s background now, their respect has reached unparalleled levels.

If it weren’t for them being somewhat those who have touched the divine gate.

They might have started to develop faith.

"If we can get the news, those bastards on the other side surely can too, not to mention this world, like void food, has attracted countless disgusting maggots and those abyss-dwelling excrement lords."

"But given their chaotic nature, they’ll definitely spew out what they know in a jumbled mess. It wouldn’t be surprising if they continue their haphazard assault."

"No clue about others, but that Enchanting Demon Duke will definitely flee first, cunning beast."

......

The Split Hammer Tavern was filled with the stench of sweat, sulfur, cheap ale, and deafening noise.

Mercenaries, adventurers, and warriors of various races gathered here during the lulls between battles, guzzling down throat-searing, low-quality alchemy liquor, using crude words to dispel fear and fatigue.

"Hey! Have you heard? That ’Blood Pit’ up north! Just repelled another wave of ’Flesh Ripper’ Grask’s cannon fodder sea!" A Beastman Warrior, missing a fang, took a fierce swig of liquor, slamming the cup onto the greasy wooden table, cracking its rim.

Recently, news about the Blood Pit Fortress has basically dominated as the main topic within the Blood War Fortress.

That’s just how it is.

Blood battle is inherently a lifeless place, with battles unchanged for centuries, purely a stage for the life and flesh struggle.

Now suddenly, a new force has emerged, daring to establish another fortress instead of joining the Blood War Fortress. It can be said that this is an unprecedented change in the Blood Battle Battlefield over millennia.

Moreover, they’ve held out, wave after wave.

It seems they might really be carving out a piece of territory, and naturally, all news is centered around this.

"Damn! Are those ’Night Watchers’ growing on ammo piles?!

"I saw with my own eyes, their city’s walls never ran short of enchanted crossbow arrows and alchemic ammunition, plowing the ground with gold coins?

"Turning those inferior demons into sizzled skewers! I busted my ass on the ’Stone Fist’ line all day, and the quartermaster only gave me three bursting arrows, three! Barely enough to take on a large Spectral Fiend, let alone aiming for the crotch!"

His complaints instantly gained a chorus of agreement.

Nearby, a Centaur crossbowman with a fresh scar on his face, wrapped in worn leather armor, "Wind Breaker" Tarn, furiously pawed the ground with his hoof, smiling bitterly, "Don’t even mention arrows, look at their warriors, a Night Watcher Warrior gets a gash so big on his chest, pours a bottle of potion, and he’s up and hacking away at Frenzy Demons again, and look at us?"

He pointed at a companion lying in the corner of the bar, wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

"That Night Watcher’s ’potions’, I bet you, one of theirs would be a bargain at the cost of one bottle of our high-level healing potion, they pour it on like it’s free water!"

Really, who uses potions like that?

Near the bar, a burly Dwarf smith Brok, face flushed with drink, slammed the bar hard, making the glasses jump.

"Did you see the message that Dwarf Grom sent back?! He said the Night Watchers’ logistics stocked four whole crates of high-magic ammunition behind him, four crates!

"By the Divine Artisan’s hammer! What price does that fetch on the fortress black market? One piece trades for this expertly forged breastplate of mine, and they’re handing them out like beer?! Even treating their Dwarf friends ’to the brim’? Those Night Watchers must have an infinite vein of resources at home?!"

The tavern erupted in chaos, filled with envious and disdainful jeers, and more curses.

A slender army Priest Melvin, dressed in an inconspicuous gray robe, who had been quietly eating a paste-like army ration in the corner, couldn’t help but chime in softly, incredulously.

"And those... flares. I heard from a Winged People archer who just rotated out from over there that every Night Watcher’s captain has three hanging from their waist.

Casually tossed out to disrupt stealth, carrying various buffs and burning evil. It works better than our holy water-imbued ’Exorcising Dust’, and they call it ’standard gear’!"

"Too outrageous! They’re burning money to fight!"

"Exactly! Never seen such opulence!"

"We’re risking our lives, and the Night Watchers are spending ’gold coins’, huh?"

"Even the Abyss Demons would shed tears seeing this!"

Complaints, exclamations, and envious curses rang out repeatedly, mingling with the clinking of glassware.

In the eyes of these frontline warriors, the Night Watchers’ jaw-dropping resource reserves and logistical support capabilities far exceeded their understanding, becoming a symbolic emblem—powerful, extravagant, enviable, and despised.

This abundance starkly contrasted their own scarcity and the need to scrimp on supplies.

Such an affluent ’posture’ in the taverns of the Blood War Fortress became the most direct and envy-inducing testament to the Night Watcher’s strength.

Not everyone is an Avenger.

Many came to the Abyss due to various strange and unexpected circumstances. These people are to some extent, unlucky.

Among these unfortunates, some luckier ones ended up at the Blood War Fortress. Also, there are various people who came here accidentally, or to evade enemies, or for some purpose.

After all, with so many worlds in the Star Realm, with myriad situations, a bit from here and a bit from there, naturally filled the Blood War Fortress with people.

Avengers do not dominate among them; one could even say they are a minority.

If organized, it’s fine, but individuals often fight alone.

Many are actually here for profit. Abyssal materials and various other resources being the main prize.

If obtaining these materials and slaying demons cost more than the gain, how could it persist for millions of years? Only an existence like the Night Watchers, digging gold mines, could carry out such endeavors.

But this forces them to rely only on themselves and Avengers since more warriors need benefits, they require materials from the demons.

This act of extracting Abyssal energy turns the fallen demons into ashes, with any remains yielding greatly diminished materials.

This is also why, once the news spread, few chose to assist the Blood Pit Fortress.

However, I hear more Avengers are heading that way.

Who knows, the Blood Pit Fortress might become the main gathering place for Avengers thereafter.