novelODS Chapter 1163 - 805: Holding the Line
Chapter 1163 - 805: Holding the Line
The war on the Blood Battle Battlefield never stops.The Blood Pit Fortress, trying to establish a foothold here, is enduring wave after wave of demon attacks.
For these relentless demon attacks, artisans have always welcomed them with open arms, not to mention they’ve now built the fortress and connected the Teleportation Gate.
Batches of Night Watchers keep arriving and then rotate, always maintaining a suitable number of people at the Blood Pit Fortress.
It’s not about bearing too much pressure, letting demons focus too much energy here, nor is it about failing to block inevitable mishaps from demon attacks.
This balance is very difficult to grasp.
Fortunately, they have enough time to make adjustments, and the logistics supplies of the Night Watchers and their resilience have a considerable margin for error.
Outside, another inevitable regular invasion is underway.
But indeed, it didn’t take too long. Multiple battles have already taught demons that the Blood Pit Fortress is different from those arrogant and foolish forces of the past; it’s indeed prepared and has firmly established a foothold.
Furthermore, as the background information of Night Watchers and Kana starts to spread among the demons, some demons also begin to resist coming here.
But the will of the Abyss is inevitable.
Even if there is resistance, chaotic and frenzied demons will still come.
The roars and explosions of battle finally subside, the air thick with the burnt smell and sulphuric stench.
Below the walls, piled demon remains ignite like stacks of paper, with visible speed decaying, collapsing, turning to ash, blending into the filthy scorched earth, leaving almost no trace.
To Night Watchers, this scene is commonplace, as they’ve seen far too much, not just demons, but rats and those cultists too.
A few Avengers who had just arrived leaned against the cold metal parapet, panting, watching this bizarre yet efficient scene, putting down their Skinning Short Knife or collection utensils somewhat blankly.
They naturally had heard the relevant news, yet habitually carried out the collection action.
"Tsk... It’s for convenience, but this... can’t even get a single bristle or piece of bone horn?"
A scar-faced Beastman Warrior carefully unscrewed a bottle of the Healing Potion obtained from the Night Watcher’s medical squad, grimacing as he applied it to his bleeding arm, muttering to his comrade also resting beside him.
The potion’s liquid emitted a cool and soothing aura, its effect immediate, prompting a low praise: "Damn, this stuff... worth more than the stink spirits’ wine? Feels really good when applied."
Thinking about how Night Watchers use this stuff as water leaves him heartbroken.
Beside him, a burly but hornless Minotaur was struggling to bite open a square compressed military ration distributed by Night Watcher’s logistics.
This is standard rations allocated to each Night Watcher unit during battles, as there can’t always be a good dining environment.
So such compressed blocks are very necessary. For these Avengers, Night Watchers surely wouldn’t be stingy, and these logistical supplies are distributed according to Night Watcher’s standards.
Make it as you need; Night Watchers don’t lack for this little stuff.
He had prepared himself for the tough chewing, but upon taking a bite, the block wrapped with grain and jerky crumbs carried a subtle salty aroma, with a suitable soft-hard texture, and even a bit of peculiar herbal fragrance.
"Huh?!"
His eyes widened, muttering to the Beastman through a full mouth: "Brother... try this ’brick’! ...Better than that black bread sold by the old bakery of Black Horn Fortress a hundredfold! It’s like witchcraft, fighting in the Abyss and eating this?"
Minotaurs never really cared about food, yet this stuff oddly suited his taste, bringing him great delight.
Momentarily, the numbness brought by the blind battle vanished, bringing a cheerful mood.
Beside him, Night Watchers didn’t say much, yet there was a hint of admiration in their eyes.
Despite thinking these military rations were a bit dry and tasteless.
Not far away, a few Elf and Dwarf mercenaries also nibbled the same rations, faces equally showing a bit of disbelief.
They belong to different races, supposedly with different tastes, but everyone found this thing decent, can’t say everyone found it delicious, but certainly, nobody found it bad.
This was quite absurd.
The Abyss is a mixed bag, different races intermingling, with different customs, knowledge concepts, and tastes, often causing fights over these reasons.
There’s never a food that is universally accepted.
Yet this military ration gained recognition from most.
If the word gets out, the Half-Elf who devised this formula would surely boast endlessly.
Absolutely would point at those who said its taste wasn’t good and dry Night Watchers, cursing and proudly showing his painstaking efforts.
Take a closer look here.
An Elf shook his head: "I used to hate cleaning the battlefield... Those damn profiteers!"
"High-quality demon eyes are picked and bargained over, pushed down like sewage disposal. Now... tsk, even bargaining is spare."
The tone was complex, unsure if it was regret or liberation, but more about surprise over Night Watchers’ quick and clean conclusion and the curious military ration.