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"Construction Spore Support!"

"Bron, the dwarf gunslinger in the group, shouted."

Several fist-sized green spores were precisely thrown from the hands of the Night Watchmen behind, who were carrying strange alchemical weapons.

These special alchemical products exploded above the formation, scattering green dust imbued with life energy.

These light dust particles quickly adhered to the wounds of the team members who had just been scratched by the Shadow Demon's claws, stopping the bleeding and healing at a visible speed, and dispelling the faint shadow erosion attached to the wounds.

"Maintain formation! Target: Abandoned watchtower ahead! Clear it!"

Mark wiped the demonic blood splattered on his visor and, without pausing, led the elite troops to continue their high-speed advance toward their designated target.

They were as precise and deadly as scalpels, carving a bloody path to their target in the chaos of the battlefield.

Everywhere on the battlefield, brutal and bloody battles unfolded in every corner, while the chaotic nature of demons also played out in farcical scenes.

A veteran Avenger had his left arm severed at the shoulder by the Berserker's giant axe, blood gushing out.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain; his eyes were filled only with mad hatred.

"Fuck you, you demon, die!"

With his right hand tightly gripping a poisoned dagger, he used his last strength to lunge at the berserker demon and plunged the dagger deep into its relatively vulnerable eye socket. The poison took effect instantly, and he perished together with the berserker demon.

The two fell to the ground, entangled, and were soaked in the sticky blood and mud.

For the Avengers, this outcome couldn't be more perfect; they'd drag one of them down with them before they died.

This is the Avengers' hatred for evil.

In the abyss, these Avengers even exist in organized groups.

A small squad of Quassenos attempted to flank from behind, but during their charge, one of them was blocked by a more powerful Fromon.

He grabbed it casually and crushed it like a rotten fruit, splattering its purplish-black internal organs and fluids all over his companion.

Instead of being enraged, the Quasseraphim that was splashed with filth let out an excited screech, licking the filth off its face, and charged even more frantically toward the Night's Watch's flank, only to be pinned to the ground by several precise arrows.

Even in times like these, you can still see such scenes on the battlefield.

The devils truly have a tradition of perpetual infighting.

Or rather, in their view, this doesn't count as internal strife; it's just part of everyday life.

It's hard to say exactly how many demons died at the hands of their own people during the entire battle.

I feel that this number is no less than 20%.

A thick layer of demon corpses had piled up in front of a local defensive line composed of Night's Watch shieldbearers and spearmen.

A Balrog attempted to tear through the defenses with its flaming whip, but was blocked by an ice shield summoned by several Night Watch mages.

The scorching foehn winds collided violently with the biting cold air, producing a hissing sound and a large amount of steam.

A Night's Watch spearman seized the moment when Balrog was slowed by the frost and plunged his spear, infused with armor-piercing runes, into its relatively soft abdomen. Balrog's blood gushed out like lava, scalding the ground with a sizzling sound.

Balor roared in pain, slapping the spearman away with a backhand claw, but he himself staggered backward and was overwhelmed by the subsequent barrage of spells.

Even though this Balor Flame Demon is extremely powerful.

But that's how the Night's Watch is, not to mention that the Night's Watch in this battle are all level 10 elites.

The Night Watch, who have always fought in small teams, also have their own unique fighting style.

That is to win by having more people than the stronger ones.

After all, the Night's Watch was still struggling with legendary-level combat capabilities until a few months ago.

The ability to fight across ranks in a small group has long been a subject of study among the Night's Watch.

Teaming up to fight demons would be an even easier task.

They were doing this kind of thing twenty years ago.

Some of the succubi, the children of the succubus lord Sheila, did not directly participate in the assault.

After all, succubi are, in some ways, closer to law enforcement agencies or assassins.

On the front lines, they were really not very useful.

He roams the edge of the battlefield, using illusions and whispers to try to disrupt the minds of the soldiers in order.

A young adventurer mercenary, bewitched by the illusion, strayed from his formation with a dazed look in his eyes and walked toward a succubus disguised as a wounded companion.

Just as the succubus bared her fangs, a cold glint of light flashed.

A silent grey elf avenger appeared like a ghost, his poisoned dagger precisely slicing open the succubus's throat, bringing her to her death without a sound.

He gave the still-shaken young mercenary a cold look.

"Don't let your will influence you."

He left those words behind and once again disappeared into the chaotic shadows of the battlefield.

"That's a ruthless one, a succubus killer."

The other mercenary next to him clearly recognized the assassin.

This is clearly a very famous person.

He is known for his expertise in killing succubi.

It is said that his world was automatically opened to the abyss due to the interference of the succubus, which then destroyed the entire world and dragged it into the abyss.

It is said that the other country, and even the family, has been tormented and ravaged by the succubus.

Even the other party was once drawn into it.

But he climbed out of this depravity and became an Avenger.

There are many avengers like this, but an assassin who specializes in killing succubi is honestly quite rare.

After all, succubi are quite difficult to deal with, especially for a male.

However, the Night Watchmen are even more troublesome for succubi.

These Night Watchmen are all incredibly difficult to deal with.

The Night's Watch's data-driven mental protection and the Avengers' hardened will rendered the succubus's schemes largely ineffective.

Although succubi also rely on their charm to lure enemies, they are essentially still used in conjunction with various forms of mental magic.

Once resistance develops in this area, simply trying to achieve immediate results won't work.

Every Night Watchman who reaches level ten is someone who can withstand the void with their very spirit; the allure of a mere succubus is nothing to them.

Not to mention that the apostles of desire who disrupted their world used the same methods.

They are quite experienced in dealing with such situations.

Behind the battle lines, Necrom's summoned legion of skeletons crawled out of the scorched earth, pieced together from the skeletons of various creatures, their eyes flickering with eerie green soulfire. Rare undead creatures that could be seen in the abyss.

Although there is no shortage of undead in the chaotic place of the abyss, undead are essentially the active manifestation of souls unwilling to fall.

Without a physical body as their first layer of protection, in the chaotic abyss, the undead can easily be transformed into demons or eaten as food.

Unafraid of death and unaware of pain, they surged towards the Order's lines like a tidal wave, severely depleting the Night Watchers' and Bloodbath Fortress soldiers' stamina and ammunition.

The dwarves' warhammers shattered the bones, and the elves' arrows pierced the skulls, but more bones kept appearing.

In situations like these, it's still necessary to rely on specialized, organized military units.

The Night Watch mages focused their firepower, casting wide-area "Dispel Undead" and "Holy Light Impact".

Holy light is always the best way to deal a fatal blow to the undead.

And coincidentally, the Night Watch and the Church of Holy Light are practically inseparable.

They are incredibly adept at using holy light techniques.

These undead really did run into the line of fire.

Wave after wave of large-scale attacks.

The sea of ​​the dead in this area was easily purified temporarily, leaving behind a pile of smoldering bones.

Faced with this situation, the remaining spirits simply disappeared.

This obviously gave a certain demon lord an excuse to start setting things up on the spot.

The fighting became more and more intense.

The air was filled with a nauseating mixture of smells.

The pungent smell of sulfur, the sweet and sticky stench of demon blood, the putrid stench of rotting entrails, the burnt smell of charred corpses, the ozone odor of residual arcane energy...

The earth was soaked in blood, and every step was treading on slippery blood mud. Severed limbs, broken weapons and armor were everywhere, creating a hellish scene.

Wherever its edge points.

Despite the still enormous number of demons, their relentless attacks, and the presence of a newly appointed, powerful lord in command.

However, the Order side's long-planned proactive attack, especially the Night Watchers' superb combat skills and the powerful support provided by the Iron Flower Construct and the Sky Dragon, was a testament to this.

The immense pressure exerted simultaneously from the Bloodbath Fortress direction caused the balance of power to begin tilting towards order.

On the main battlefield, after withstanding the initial onslaught, the Night's Watch phalanx began to advance steadily. The shield wall, like a mobile fortress, combined with precise and deadly ranged attacks from the rear, cut and crushed the demon vanguard.

The Avengers' breakthrough on the left flank has created a deep wedge, drawing the attention and forces of many demons.

Most importantly, it was the elite force led by Mark.

With minimal casualties, they successively eliminated two small demon outposts and several shadow demon lairs along the "Death Corridor," tearing a narrow but crucial opening in the demon front like a hot knife through butter.

They are rapidly constructing temporary defensive fortifications.

Using the modular metal barriers and energy barricades projected by the iron flower structure, they prepared to meet the demon's counterattack, laying a solid foundation for establishing a stable connection channel later.

Lelia stood on high ground, thick demonic blood flowing from her greatsword. She looked at the steadily advancing front of her own forces on the battlefield and the bridgehead successfully established by the vanguard in the distance, her eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

She knew this was just the beginning; the demons' true counterattack and the evil gods' intervention could come at any moment.

But the first step, the first step to break the "stagnant water," has already been taken by their Blood Pit Fortress.

The murky winds of the abyss seemed to have been torn open by the sudden surge of order and sharpness on the battlefield.

As the battle continues to escalate.

The foul winds of the abyss seemed to be torn apart by the sudden surge of order on the battlefield.

The Blood Pit Fortress's offensive was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely imprinted on the demon's rotting flesh.

The Night's Watch's steel formation stood firm as a rock, advancing step by step, while the Avengers' flames of vengeance burned fiercely on the left flank, turning the demons' formation upside down.

Meanwhile, Mark's elite force had driven into the "Death Corridor" like a nail, and temporary defensive nodes were rapidly taking shape under the modular barriers and energy barricades projected by the iron flower construct.

The main objectives have been achieved; now it's time to move forward.

However, under these circumstances, the battlefield situation underwent a subtle but crucial change.

The pressure from the Bloodbath Fortress direction suddenly increased dramatically. The roars of the dwarven rune cannons merged into a deafening roar, and the dense alchemical firepower poured down like a scorching waterfall on the flanks of the main demon force.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, powerful, and penetrating horn sound tore through the chaotic noise; it was the Bloodbath Fortress's unique "Rock Horn"!
A passage was cleared behind the flank troops, and a torrent of steel surged out.

The core of this team is a well-organized group of heavily armored dwarven shield bearers.

Their rune tower shields were thicker and heavier than those of the Night's Watch, covered with ancient defensive runes, and moved with a deep, thunderous roar, like moving steel mountains.

Following closely behind was a phalanx of elven longbowmen, their steps light and agile, their quivers full, their eyes as sharp as hawks.

The group also included a band of swordsmen clad in uniform bright silver armor, minotaur heavy cavalry riding armored war beasts, and several auxiliary units equipped with strange alchemical cannons.

Their objective was extremely clear—to strike directly at the bridgehead established by the spearhead force of the Blood Pit Fortress.

After all, it's a bloodbath fortress.

These are the true main forces on a bloody battlefield.

Each Bloodbath Fortress is an existence that has fought against demons on the battlefield for millions of years.

It can be said that this place is always home to the most skilled and elite troops in the astral realm, without exception.

The dwarven shieldbearers formed an impenetrable wall of advance, while elven archers and alchemical artillery provided precise and devastating ranged suppression. Tauren heavy cavalry patrolled the flanks, ready to crush any demon hordes that attempted to stop them.

Leilia's spirits lifted on the command platform, her long scarlet hair dancing wildly in the surging energy.

"Order! Left-wing Avengers group, move towards the Bloodbath Fortress allies and work together to open a passage! Frontal pressure forces, maintain suppression and create conditions for rendezvous! Mark, hold the node and support the allies!"

Commands are transmitted instantly via data link.

Led by the roar of the horned minotaur berserker, the left-wing avengers, like a warhammer, smashed even more fiercely at the demons blocking the way for the Bloodbath Fortress forces.

They carved a bloody passage through the chaotic sea of ​​demons.

The steel walls of the dwarven shield guards and the furious blades of the Avengers have finally clashed!

There were no superfluous words, only the sounds of shields clashing against battle axes, the dwarves' rough battle cries, and the avengers' hoarse roars intertwined, forming a strange, powerful, and orderly resonance.

The elven ranger's arrow flew precisely over the top of the dwarven shield wall, pinning the flying demons and the spellcasting demons in mid-air as they tried to pounce.

The Night Watch's ranged firepower effectively covered the demon reinforcement points further away.

Convergence!

The forces of Blood Pit Fortress and Bloodbath Fortress have finally achieved their first large-scale tactical convergence on this scorched earth known as the "Death Corridor"!
Although it is only part of the power of two strong fortresses, its symbolic significance and actual combat power enhancement are enormous.

For the first time in the filthy depths of the abyss, the light of order was so closely intertwined. (End of Chapter)