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In a standoff.

Shadowfang spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold steel needle piercing the black mane's eardrum:

“I remember, the former chieftain of the wolf pack was ‘Bloodclaw’ Worfak, a true warrior. And now it’s you, Blackmane.”

Shadowfang's words carried a chilling insight: "This means that in the last chaos, the Wolf Clan shed too much blood and paid a heavy price."

"The wheels of a new era have rolled forward, crushing the bones of the past. If, as the leader of a tribe, you still cannot see your place and remain immersed in the barbarity and arrogance of the past..."

Shadow Fang placed his hand on the dagger at his waist, and a legendary aura, no less powerful than Forest Hoof's, mixed with the ferocious aura unique to the wolf clan, spread out.

"...Then, in order to prevent the entire wolf clan from being dragged into an abyss of no return by you, I will accept the captain's proposal without hesitation, or I will personally make a death vow to you."

"Right here, wash away your insult to the Night's Watch with your blood, and let it serve as a warning to all your people who are still dreaming."

Shadowfang's words struck Blackmane's heart like a heavy hammer.

He mentioned the death of the previous chieftain, highlighting the heavy losses suffered by the wolf clan, and laid bare the accusations of "not seeing the times clearly" and the consequences of "dragging down the clan."

Having left the wolf pack, he knew clearly that the wolf pack's overly wild nature meant that there were actually oppressed groups within them.

Last time, these groups preserved their strength and have now become the majority of the wolf pack, but they haven't yet gotten used to the change in their identity and will.

But given another year or two, they will gain the upper hand and change their strategy.

It's unknown whether the team leader is aware of this situation, but the current situation is extremely dangerous.

In particular, the refined and dangerous aura emanating from Shadowfang, belonging to a legendary Night Watchman, instantly cooled down Blackmane's feverish mind.

He had no doubt that this Soul Guardian, a former traitor, possessed both the strength and the determination to kill him.

The shadow of death and the heavy burden of responsibilities to his clan caused Blackmane's momentum to deflate like a punctured balloon. His face turned pale and then red, and although he clenched his fangs, he dared not utter another insulting word.

"Enough! Put away your claws!"

A low roar like muffled thunder rang out, and the elephant tribe's marshal "Iron Nose," his figure like a mobile fortress, parted the crowd and walked over.

His small, intelligent, and authoritative eyes swept over the tense standoff between the two sides. His massive mithril warhammer slammed gently on the ground, and an invisible pressure field spread out, forcefully calming the tense atmosphere.

"In front of the golden tent, when guests from all directions gather, how can you be allowed to fight privately here and disgrace the empire?"
"Chief Blackmane, watch your tongue! Messenger of the Night's Watch, lay down your weapons. The priority is to reach the City of the Ringed Tower safely!"

The iron-nosed voice carried an unquestionable authority, serving both as a reprimand and as a way to save face for both parties.

Lin Ti Zhu Feng glanced deeply at Hei Zong, whose face was ashen, then with a flick of his wrist, he sheathed his longsword with a clang.

The fierce aura subsided, and the person returned to their previous calm, as if the conflict had never happened.

"As the Marshal said, the mission is of utmost importance."

He nodded slightly, no longer glancing at Black Mane, and turned back to continue supervising the construction of the spatial gate.

Shadow Fang also withdrew his gaze and imposing aura, silently retreating back into the group, like a stone statue.

Black Mane let out a low, unwilling whimper from his throat, glared fiercely at Shadow Fang and Forest Hoof's backs, but ultimately didn't dare to say anything more. Filled with resentment and a trace of lingering fear, he retreated to the side in a huff.

The fact that he survived the previous chaos means that he wasn't among the first to charge.

He wasn't a truly pure, utter idiot.

This unpleasant incident did not affect the progress of the space gate's installation.

With the dwarf Bronzebeard's skillful technique and the mage Starshine's precise energy guidance, the massive portal frame was quickly erected. A deep blue energy began to flow and converge among the complex array of runes, emitting a steady, low hum, foreshadowing the imminent opening of the road to the City of the Ring.

The Lion King's massive delegation also began to assemble in the designated area, waiting to step into the blue light that would determine the fate of the world.

World leaders are arriving from all directions, each in their own way, for the final meeting before the final battle.

……

A few days later.

The city surrounding the tower, outside the southern part of the city.

The vast plains that once served as major teleportation nodes and resource transfer zones have now been replaced by a magnificent and orderly complex of buildings.

This is the "Blue Ring" nexus built on the original teleportation node after the Night's Watchman Popper adjusted the current spatial scheme and data after becoming a god.

It is essentially still a huge teleportation node, only more sophisticated than before, and in some ways it is quite a spectacle.

At its core are several huge circular platforms, each nearly 100 meters in diameter, paved with smooth, shimmering blue "space-stabilizing stones".

At the edge of the platform stand dozens of towering silver-gray metal pillars, their surfaces flowing with liquid-like deep blue energy patterns, and their tops inlaid with huge cores that resemble solidified sapphires.

These pillars are not static; they pulsate slightly at a constant, rhythmic frequency.

Each pulse caused ripples to spread across the space in the center of the platform, like undercurrents surging beneath a calm lake, silently proclaiming the immense spatial power that Popper controls.

At this moment, the space above these main teleportation platforms is violently distorting and folding, and the dark blue light pours down like liquid gems, forming stable pillars of light.

Within the beam of light, figures moved about, and large groups from all over the world filed out.

The outer perimeter of the platform features waiting areas and transportation hubs planned with the precision of a chessboard.

Here, the Night's Watch set up their welcoming formation with their signature efficiency and "cool aesthetics."

The first thing that catches the eye is a large number of silently standing alchemical warning dolls.

They are not combat models, but rather "Orderers-V" models specifically designed for ceremonial occasions.

The streamlined silver-gray casing has a matte finish in the sunlight, with clean and sharp lines. The head is a single, large, circular sensor that emits a soft blue light.

Like the most loyal sentinels, they are evenly distributed on both sides of the passage and at key nodes, motionless, yet exuding an invisible pressure of order.

However, don't underestimate their fighting power just because they are ceremonial.

In the sky, dozens of Night Watch guards equipped with "city patrol kits" floated.

Instead of traditional flying mounts, they rode on "floating alchemical skateboards" in the style of the Night Watchers—oval platforms with pale blue energy fields around their edges, and two rows of eerie blue flame jets below that provided stable levitation and fine-tuned propulsion.

The skateboard's main body is matte metallic silver, with no unnecessary decorations, only simple functional lines and necessary rune engravings.

The guards, clad in standard silver-gray light armor, stood tall and sharp, their gazes sweeping across the area below to ensure absolute security of the airspace. On the ground, replacing the ornate carriages were rows of alchemical vehicles in the style of the Night's Watch.

They are called "Lingguang-III" commuter vehicles. They have a square and solid shape, with lines mainly consisting of straight lines and gentle curves. The entire body is covered with a dark gray or matte silver coating, and the large flat surfaces give a sense of stability and reliability.

The car windows are large and made of completely transparent reinforced crystal glass.

There were no elaborate patterns or gilded decorations, only the Night's Watch emblem inlaid on the front of the carriage.

These vehicles are neatly arranged along the dedicated passageway, like lurking steel behemoths. Though not glamorous, they exude the unique sense of power and pragmatic aesthetics characteristic of the Night's Watch.

At the very front of the passage, near the exit of the main platform, stood a group of figures.

Their presence itself represents the highest level of courtesy and respect shown by the Night's Watch—all members of the Council of Candlelight were present.

Standing at the very center was Alyris, the Supreme Commander of the Night's Watch and the representative of the will of Cana.

She stood tall and straight, her silver-gray commander's uniform impeccable, a faint glint of light flashing silently in her crimson pupils as she calmly watched each opening portal.

To her left was General Blake, the commander of the Lightbringer Legion.

This commander, known for his iron will and discipline, was dressed in a crisp ceremonial uniform, the stars on his shoulder insignia gleaming in the sunlight, his face as resolute as a rock.

To Ariris's right is Leilia, the leader of the First Walker Squad and the Abyss Pioneer.

The centaurs were clad in heavy armor, but thankfully, they didn't have their weapons hanging out in the open.

Perhaps because he had spent too long in the abyss, his eyes always held a scrutinizing and wary look.

Beside them stood the Candlelight Council members representing the Night's Watch:

Sergio, the Golden Dwarf King.

His hair and beard were like molten gold, and he wore heavy mithril armor symbolizing royal power. His massive runic warhammer was planted on the ground, exuding an aura as heavy as a mountain.

He also oversees the forging of Night's Watch equipment and is himself a top-tier divine general, the only blacksmith capable of forging divine artifacts.

Begg, the leader of the halflings.

He wore an elegant dark brown vest and trousers, sported a meticulously groomed mustache, and wore a shrewd yet kind smile on his round face. A set of exquisite alchemical tool bags was tucked into his waistband.

In charge of the Night's Watch's logistics, especially the food supply, as well as the extensive planting of various crops.

Varnsha, the manager of the Eastern Wilderness.

Kana's uncle, representing the early human supporters, wore a well-tailored dark blue suit, his expression composed, his eyes filled with emotion.

He spent most of his time in the Eastern Wilds, and only a few decades have passed, yet the Night's Watch has reached this point.

The elf Maxim.

It represents the power of the elves who originally joined the Night's Watch.

The elven elemental mage wore light silver-gray armor that blended the style of the Night Watch with the elegance of the elves, and his emerald green eyes scanned his fellow comrades who were arriving.

Archbishop Trosiva.

Represents the Church of Holy Light.

He wore a white bishop's robe embroidered with a golden sun pattern, held a scepter of holy light symbolizing authority, had a kind face, and exuded a warm yet firm holy aura.

He was also the only member to join the Candlelight Council after it was established.

The gathering of these nine Candlelight Councilors was so grand that any arriving leader of factions would feel the Night's Watch's sincerity and importance.

As the ruler of the earthly divine kingdom and the only true god, Kana's status is transcendent, so there is naturally no need for him to personally greet her here. However, the fact that the entire Candlelight Council has come out is already the highest honor that cannot be questioned.

"They've arrived." Alyris's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every councilor.

As if to confirm her words, the light from several main teleportation platforms suddenly intensified, and the dark blue pillars of light stabilized.

The first to step out of the light curtain were the members of the Guardian Squad responsible for escorting them—Flame Descendant, Book of Time, Wilderness Hunter… They quickly lined up at the edge of the platform, their expressions solemn.

Immediately following, what emerged in succession was a sight that would leave first-time visitors speechless.

The emperor's massive entourage was the first to appear.

The magnificent and elaborate royal carriages, adorned with gold and jade, were pulled by the swift and powerful dragon-blooded horses. Behind them were the carriages of princes and high-ranking officials, followed by the Imperial Guards, whose armor gleamed and banners fluttered, and a large retinue of court attendants, scribes, and logistics personnel...

A mighty torrent, like a torrent of metal and silk, instantly occupied a large area, with a number of people approaching two thousand!

Following closely behind was the delegation of the Commercial City-State Alliance. Although internal power struggles continued, their procession was no less impressive. Each city-state leader was accompanied by their most elite guards and the wealthiest merchants, and their caravans were equally large and luxurious.

The leaders of the various human factions appeared one by one.

Each accompanying team was quite large.

The four elven rulers of the Ring Council: the Sun King, the Night Queen, the Nature Elder, and the Stargazer.

They stepped out of the portal, protected by the Holy Archer Aria and the Book of Time squad.

Their procession, though not as extravagant as that of the human empire, was full of the elegance and mystery unique to elves.

The exquisite unicorn chariot, the elf guards clad in enchanted light armor and exuding extraordinary aura, along with the accompanying druid elders and starlight mages, created a breathtaking spectacle.

The Orc Empire's Lion King's army is filled with a wild and powerful aura.

The enormous golden chariot of the Beast King, pulled by armored war elephants, with the elephant general Iron Nose as a moving mountain.

The leaders of each powerful tribe led their most valiant warriors. The low growls of the wolf tribe, the agility of the leopard tribe, the composure of the rhinoceros tribe, and even the sharp, sword-like aura of the rabbit tribe's sword saint, Swift Fang, intertwined to form a primal and powerful aura.

Subsequently, leaders and their entourages from kingdoms, duchies, city-states, and independent territories large and small from Anvian, Tate, Bestar, and other continents poured out of the various portals like rivers flowing into the sea.

It is no exaggeration to say that this place can undoubtedly be described as a gathering of a hundred kings.

Magnificent carriages, exotic mounts, diverse costumes, and guards of different races...

Team after team.

They appeared in the plaza under the command of the personnel in charge, and remained there until the teleportation light disappeared. (End of Chapter)