Chapter 1301 - 868: Attitude

Chapter 1301: Chapter 868: Attitude

Abyss.

Blood Battle Battlefield.

In this loathsome abyss, the Blood War Fortress stands on a strategic location on the 1121st layer of the abyss battlefield.

Its position echoes with the Blood Pit Fortress.

The sky of the abyss is not blue, of course, it cannot be so pure in hue, after all, this place is chaotic.

The sky is a twisted canopy, roiling with chaotic energy and occasionally splitting with scarlet cracks.

The air is filled with an acrid sulfur scent, a rusty iron-like bloody smell, and the unique "whisper" remnants of the abyss, unsettling to newcomers.

Looking towards the Blood War Fortress, standing here for nearly tens of millions of years.

The massive walls of the fortress are covered with marks of sword slashes, axe chisels, magical bombardment, and the corrosive grime of the abyss, narrating endless battles.

Atop the fortress, a rune device, similar yet different from the Iron Flower Structure of the Blood Pit Fortress, emits various energy halos.

This power struggles to resist the erosion of the abyssal environment, providing relatively stable shelter for the interior of the fortress.

After all, this is the stronghold of the Order Faction in the Blood Battle Battlefield, naturally needing to isolate the outside chaotic magic power to prevent long-term effects on the residents within.

You cannot keep the warriors constantly on edge; there must be a place where they can relax their spirit and have a good night’s sleep.

The decisive fortress must surely shoulder such a responsibility.

In the central area of the fortress, a spired castle built of obsidian and abyssal hard bone serves as the brain and heart of the fortress—the military command center.

After all, this is a fortress, and this is the Blood Battle Battlefield.

Everything here acts for the demon-purging war.

Everything else is but embellishment.

Blood War Fortress Central Castle - Tactical Conference Room.

The interior of the conference room is more grand than its appearance.

The enormous round table is polished from a single piece of Chaos Stone, its surface shimmering with faint star map-like dots, reflecting the diverse racial military commanders gathered around.

On the walls hang tactical maps, Abyss Energy Monitoring Crystals, and some banners symbolizing various races and corps.

The eternal warfare here, the Blood Battle Battlefield, is always the place of the highest intensity and persistence of war in the Star Realm.

Because here, there is no pause.

There is no possibility of stopping now, and it is completely impossible for the abyss to be destroyed.

It can be said that countless war gods have emerged from here, and numerous legends have understood the rules of war from here.

This is a must-come place for those who yearn for war.

Inside the conference room.

Gentle yet stable magical light sources illuminate the room, and the air circulation system’s array filters the external filth, carrying a faint scent of energy freshener.

Entering from the outside, one would feel much lighter.

Every time upon entering, you’d realize that you had long been accustomed to the sulfuric smell outside.

And every time you leave here, you’ll discover that you’ll have to spend some time adjusting to that smell again.

Several commanders from different worlds and races are exchanging words in a rarely seen relaxed manner.

The meeting has reached its conclusion, and the frontline is temporarily calm.

Rock Commander "Tuck," a tall Being of Rock, with skin rough as basalt, and joint areas glimmering with lava hues.

He knocked on the table, emitting a dull stone-on-stone sound: "Phew... the recent rounds of impact finally weren’t so deadly. Does the demon’s offensive seem to be running out of steam?

"Well, anyway, it finally allows me to take a good breather."

Continuous warfare, even a stone head can’t withstand it.

His voice is deep and slow, like boulders rolling.

Shadowfang Corps Leader "Alice," a slender figure clad in dark fitted scale armor Forest Elf, also known as Green Elf, though not related to appearance.

Besides, this is a real Elf, not a counterfeit from Kana’s world.

Her pointed ears subtly twitched, her dark green eyes swept over everyone.

"The intensity has indeed decreased, Tuck. Casualty reports have also lessened considerably," her voice crisp and pleasant, "the patrol squads are only encountering some scattered soldiers."

It’s fair to say everyone’s pressure has slightly eased, it might not be entirely good, but it’s certainly good for now.

Claw-scale Logistics Manager "Zargon."

This is a robust Lizardman, scales covered with traces of old wounds.

This race is quite common in the Star Realm, with subspecies in many worlds.

There are even claims that Dragon-men might be hybrids of Lizard and Dragon Races.

But both sides seem reluctant to acknowledge it, even Dragon-men themselves don’t admit it.

And this Lizardman, carefully using sharp claws dipped in a thick energy ointment to apply on a new scratch on his arm, joined in the conversation.

"Relaxing? For us in logistics, it’s finally catching a breath! The depletion rate of supplies has finally stopped spiking. Recently, transport pressure has significantly reduced." He licked his forked tongue, a hint of relief in his tone.

In warfare, logistics is always the most important and troublesome, yet also the most inconspicuous.

Sky Eye Commander "Sarlash."

A Winged Person with large transparent wings, resembling angels from some legendary tales.

But in this world, angels are not flesh-and-blood beings but pure energy entities.

They are not those now.

She retracted her wings, sitting on a specially made high-backed chair, feathers refracting the light.

"Speaking of which," Sarlash said with a sharp gaze, "the reason we can catch this breath recently, we have to thank our new ’neighbor,’ that magnificent new deity—Lord Kana, right?"