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"Who...is this member of the Night's Watch?"

He murmured incredulously, turning to Edmund.

“I have never seen them in any intelligence—Van and Legolas, their names are completely unfamiliar.”

There are many strong members of the Night Watch.

If it were a decade or two ago, if a member of the Night Watch had been a level eight or higher expert, they might have made a name for themselves among various factions, but that's no longer the case.

After all, this number far exceeds the scope of what can be obtained quickly.

Therefore, those who are famous among the Night's Watch are generally legends or hold important positions.

The assistant provides quick search results.

"My lord, the information provided by the Night's Watch is very simple, only showing that they are members of the 'Stardust Watchers' squad."

"Moreover, it is said that the number of Night's Watch legendaries seems to have increased significantly recently."

After all, the Night's Watch has created so many legends at once this time, so naturally they need to quickly put them into the most critical moments.

Other factions, with their keen attention, would naturally not miss any changes or details concerning the Night's Watch.

The emergence of a new, unseen legend is already extraordinary, let alone several appearing at once. This information quickly spreads among various factions, who then compare and contrast them.

Alfred paused for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

In the distance, Varn was calmly assisting the engineers in reinforcing the wall. As the silver light flowed, the ordinary stone was incredibly temporarily strengthened by the power of the rules.

Legolas nimbly moved along the edge of the rift, his fingertips flying as he laid out warning runes, his movements as precise and elegant as flowing water.

The Earl subconsciously touched the family crest on his chest—once upon a time, the great nobles arrogantly mocked the Night's Watch for their shallow knowledge of legend.

Although this kind of ridicule is just a ridiculous act of trying to save face for himself.

But now, these new legends are emerging like mushrooms after rain.

Moreover, even his soldiers began vying to swear oaths in exchange for the Night's Watch's power.

This power is too tempting.

All you need to do is swear to protect the world to obtain it.

If the world is destroyed, will those people who have no rights be any better off?
Therefore, for the vast majority of people in this world, taking an oath comes without any cost.

"If legends are no longer a weakness for the Night's Watch..."

He sighed softly, his heart filled with complex emotions.

In the past, he would never have had such thoughts, after all, that was a legendary figure, unattainable and unattainable.

What is a legend?
Such a title signifies that the people with such names, their deeds, and their extraordinary talents will leave an immortal legend in history.

It's hard to imagine that any force could produce legendary beings so quickly and in such large numbers.

But just as they never imagined, the Night's Watch could raise the average level of its members to eight.

No, there wasn't such a clear grading system back then.

At that time, those at level eight or nine were considered top-tier experts who commanded respect in their respective regions.

These top-tier powerhouses are now everywhere among the Night's Watch, numbering in the tens of thousands.

One power can overwhelm the sum of all other powers in the world with overwhelming force.

A decade or so ago, who could have imagined this? You couldn't have come up with such an absurd and exaggerated idea even if you racked your brains.

This has now become a reality.

Does anyone still dare to say that the Night's Watch's ability to quickly produce legendary items won't become a reality?
That was a monster that was completely incomprehensible by common sense and filled people with despair.

At least that's what he thought.

"The Night Watch is rewriting the rules of the world at a speed that we cannot resist or ignore... and we either rise up to keep up, or become the next laughing stock abandoned by the times."

He was already considered to be from a relatively rational faction, and was also considered a pro-Night Watch faction.

Even so, he still found it hard to accept the speed at which the Night's Watch was changing.

The world used to move very slowly.

A mountain breeze swept by, carrying with it the earthy scent mixed with the smell of burning.

But in Alfred's eyes, he seemed to see the Night's Watch's unstoppable future.

No, that kind of future has already come true.

Moreover, if the Night's Watch fails, or rather, if they fail, they have no future at all.

Before Count Alfred's sigh, heavy with the weight of the times, had even faded, a chilling change suddenly occurred.

The dark purple rift, which had been suppressed by the energy barrier and confined to a range of 100 meters, suddenly began to writhe and expand wildly, as if being torn apart by an invisible giant hand!
He clearly sensed the ominous energy fluctuations emanating from the source.

A more concentrated and nauseating surge of void energy, accompanied by a foul stench, erupted forth.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding, dense shriek, countless, even more twisted and grotesque void creatures, like a turbid black torrent bursting its banks, instantly swept away several still unstable temporary fortifications on the periphery.

"Damn it! Another wave! And on a larger scale!" Edmund exclaimed in shock as the alarm in his ears suddenly became shrill and piercing.

Alfred's pupils contracted sharply, all his emotions instantly washed away by the cold, harsh reality.

He abruptly drew his sword from his waist, its blade pointing directly at the chaotic, blood-splattered front lines, and a thunderous roar, born of a seasoned warrior, erupted from his chest:

"Guards! All—press! Support the Night's Watch! Plug the breach! Don't let these bastards get through!"

Despite his lamentations, this was his territory, his home, and he couldn't let these void creatures trample on it.

"For the Earl! For our homeland! Kill—!"

Alfred's most elite guard captain, a burly man with a scar on his face, roared hoarsely.

He was the first to raise his heavy tower shield and gleaming spear, leading hundreds of guards clad in chainmail and wielding sharp blades, like a torrent of steel bursting its banks, crashing headlong into the surging void monsters with unstoppable momentum.

These are guards who have already sworn an oath, acquired data, and whose average level has reached level seven.

Don't underestimate Level 7.

Although a level seven is really nothing special among the Night's Watch.

But they had only made the vow a few years ago, and their experience came purely from their life-or-death struggles with these void creatures.

It can be said that when facing Void creatures, they are the most experienced and battle-hardened soldiers besides the Night's Watch.

The battlefield instantly erupted into chaos, like a boiling furnace.

On the front lines, a line of blood and steel clashing.

Varn and Legolas, having just finished off the legendary creature, were now panting heavily, just as Alfred had predicted.

The flowing silver sheen of Varn's clothes had dimmed considerably, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Legolas knelt on one knee, his fingers trembling slightly. The three deadly arrows, infused with the power of rules, had consumed a great deal of energy, and he needed time to calm the surging magic within him and condense the newly generated power of rules.

The two exchanged a weary glance, tacitly deciding not to push themselves, and quickly retreated to a safe area in the middle of the defensive line, guarded by several Night's Watch warriors, seizing this precious opportunity to recover their strength. The rest of the battle was now left to their comrades.

They still need to recover their strength. It would be bad if this rift were to become illogical again and another legendary-level combatant emerged.

After all, the void cannot be understood using common sense.

Moreover, they have become legends, and the requirements for gaining experience have been raised to the point that only legendary-level enemies can provide sufficient benefits.

Non-legendary creatures will no longer provide them with so-called experience, since the two are no longer creatures of the same level.

Therefore, unless it is urgent, they will not try to steal more prey.

These needs should be shared with others so that they too can benefit from the experience.

This philosophy has been operating within the Night's Watch system for many years, deeply ingrained in their very being.

How to judge the situation, when to rely on experience, and when to abandon this approach—every experienced Night's Watchman has plenty of experience and insights to draw upon.

This is a required course for the Night's Watch.

Excessive stealing of experience points can breed resentment, but you also shouldn't put your teammates in danger just to gain experience.

This is a very sophisticated field of knowledge.

The Night Watch brought a unique kind of knowledge to the world.

At this moment, the real main force on the front line has become the well-equipped Night Watch Guardian warriors, dressed in uniform black leather armor with silver patterns.

The elite professional war squads among the Night's Watch.

And the valiant guards of Earl Alfred's territory.

After a brief period of chaos, the two forces quickly intertwined and merged, relying on the unfinished walls and makeshift shelters to construct a boiling, indestructible wall of death.

"Shieldbearer! Hold on! Activate the energy runes!"

A Night's Watch squad leader roared hoarsely, and three exceptionally burly Night's Watch warriors in front of him, equipped with massive tower shields, shouted in unison.

The runes on their arm armor instantly lit up, and the heavy tower shields hummed as they were enveloped in a solid, pale golden aura of energy.

Like three immovable rocks, they firmly withstood the violent impact of several void creatures charging at the forefront, resembling giant beetles with mouthparts that could spray foul-smelling, corrosive slime.

boom! boom! boom!
The dull thuds of impact continued, and the energy halos vibrated violently.

The shield emitted a piercing "sizzling" sound, the sound of corrosive liquid frantically burning the shield.

The shield guards, their muscles bulging and veins standing out, dug deep furrows in the muddy ground with their feet, yet they gritted their teeth and refused to retreat.

"Spearman, pierce! Target the joint!"

The squad leader once again gave a stern order.

The Night's Watch spearmen behind him moved in perfect unison, their enchanted spears gleaming coldly as they thrust out like venomous snakes from the gaps in their shields.

It precisely pierces the vulnerable joints of the beetle's legs and the base of its mouthparts.

"Pfft! Crack!"

A tooth-grinding tearing sound and the cracking of carapace rang out, and foul-smelling dark purple fluid gushed out like a fountain.

A beetle cried out in agony and crashed to the ground, most of its six legs precisely destroyed.

"Well done! Die, you scum!"

A young guard, his blood boiling, imitated the Night's Watchmen. Taking advantage of a wounded beetle staggering, he mustered all the courage in his youthful face and plunged his halberd into the beetle's relatively soft lower abdomen, twisting it violently.

His face was splattered with foul-smelling bodily fluids, yet he roared with the excitement and wildness of his first battle.

On the other side, a group of incredibly fast, hound-like void creatures attempted to cunningly bypass the shield wall from the flank.

"Ranger Squad! Crossfire! Don't let them break through!"

Another Night's Watch commander's calm voice came through the data communication.

Several Night's Watch "Wanderers," equipped with light armor and wielding rapid-fire alchemical crossbows or shortbows, immediately responded.

They were actually night watchmen.

Although they have different roles within the Night's Watch, they generally converge when facing the Void Rift, and their cooperation is seamless.

However, the fact that this squad has such a code name indicates that the squad is about to advance to the level of Soul Guardians.

They moved nimbly and nimbly between the bunkers.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Arrows and crossbow bolts, imbued with holy light or fire runes, rained down like a storm.

"Ouch!"

A hound was impaled by several crossbow bolts, howling and burning as it fell to the ground.

"Watch the three o'clock position! Focus fire on the big one!"

A sharp-eyed night watchman shouted with lightning speed.

Several arrows were simultaneously fired at a larger hunting dog that appeared to be the leader of the squad.

The hound was exceptionally cunning; it suddenly ducked low to avoid most of the arrows, only getting grazed on the back. It roared furiously and charged forward at full speed.

"Damn it! Block it!"

A nearby guard archer, clearly inexperienced, panicked and fired an arrow that went astray.

Even now, these guards have sworn an oath and received the same digitized blessing as the Night's Watch.

However, compared to most of the Night's Watch, who have been constantly honing their skills against the interference of Void creatures since the beginning, these guards are ultimately inexperienced.

The most terrifying thing about fighting void creatures is that during the battle, you never know when your mind will relax even the slightest bit.

And this slightest flaw will become the fulcrum for the void to erode its will, causing it to be severely damaged or even killed in battle.

At this critical moment, a Night's Watch Sweeper suddenly leaped out from the flank.

With the short bow drawn to its fullest extent, a specially made arrow, its arrowhead crackling with dangerous, unstable arcs of electricity, was released from the bowstring!

“Sizzle—boom!”

The arrow struck the hound leader precisely in the waist, instantly exploding into a blinding burst of lightning!

The hound leader convulsed violently and collapsed to the ground, where he was mercilessly riddled with arrows by the others that followed.

"Wow...that's amazing!" The guard archer was dumbfounded, then his face flushed with intense shame and burning determination. "Damn it, I'm going to practice too!"

The fighting was most intense and brutal in the center of the battle line.

Among the void creatures are many "crushers" with terrifyingly large and powerful bodies, wielding heavy bone hammers.

Each of their violent strikes shook the earth, and ordinary shields could hardly withstand them. (End of Chapter)