Chapter 1303 - 869: The Road to the Fortress

Chapter 1303: Chapter 869: The Road to the Fortress

Abyss.

On the blood battle battlefield.

Scorching sulfurous winds whipped up gravel, lashing against the cold metal armor and worn leather garments.

Leaving the protection of the energy fields of the Blood War Fortress, the desolation and malice of the 1121st layer of the abyss came rushing forth.

A four-man team silently advanced on the charred ground, their target the newly erected order beacon on the horizon—Blood Pit Fortress.

The leader was an elf, his sharp features preserved despite the long grind of the blood wars, but there was no hiding the weary bloodshot eyes deep within.

Here, there are no noble races, nor can you discern nobility from the appearance of these noble races.

This is the blood battle battlefield of the abyss, and what everyone exhibits, besides the marks of slaughter, is only blood and iron.

His name is Aryan Silver Leaf, serving as the captain of this visit.

Honestly, he quite liked this mission, after all, he had never been to Blood Pit Fortress.

But in recent years, the main news on their layer of the blood battle battlefield has been about Blood Pit Fortress.

After all, no one expected them to witness changes unseen for a millennium.

This brought more ripples and solace to their hearts, already weary and numb from the campaign of slaughter.

To be able to visit Blood Pit Fortress on an official trip to see if those exaggerated and chaotic rumors were true was certainly a good thing.

And they didn’t have to reimburse the expenses.

His steps were light and alert, as if walking in the shadows of a hunt.

Following behind him were companions of various appearances.

The dwarf Gloron Stonefist carried his iconic volcanic steel warhammer, his stout arms wrapped in bandages.

This is the abyss; old wounds do not heal before new wounds must be faced, an unending awareness of death.

More so for the dwarves.

New and old scars mixed together, he walked, murmuring softly to himself, his short and stout body like a moving boulder.

The presence of another member seemed both out of place and perfectly fitting—Sofia.

A half-demon with succubus heritage.

Her skin was a pale purple, within her eyes danced a dangerous firelight.

A demonic-patterned tail swayed restlessly behind her, cautiously restraining her chaotic aura to avoid unnecessary trouble, yet the allure from the abyss still faintly spread.

For half-demons, they are relatively common on the blood battle battlefield, with little discrimination, unless they are newcomers.

Because all the avengers clearly understand that when the world is invaded, various half-demons emerge.

The chaos of demons is not only manifest in slaughter, but also in those unabashed desires.

And those children borne of mothers who died with hatred are also avengers.

Simply put, the people here can empathize and understand, so naturally, there’s no so-called discrimination.

As for whether half-demons are more prone to falling into the abyss, frankly, who here isn’t prone to it?

There’s no difference.

Moreover, on the blood battle battlefield, there are many various races, and many of them resemble demons.

No matter what you are, as long as you kill demons, we are comrades.

The last member was the silent Iron Warrior "Node-07," whose body, made entirely of refined gold, gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the dim red light.

His joints emitted a faint, precise hum when moving, carrying a folded energy cannon on his shoulder; his steps were mechanical and steady, making him a reliable barrier for the team.

He was the most peculiar here; although humanoid in shape, you couldn’t feel the rhythm of life from him.

Because he wasn’t a creature of flesh and blood, but a construct of steel, merely possessing high intelligence akin to that of a human.

In other places, you might find this interesting, but here in the abyss, on the blood battle battlefield, there’s no need for surprise.

"Hey, boss," Groron broke the silence roughly, wiping his beard mixed with sweat and dust.

"Is that ’Blood Pit’ really like the legends say? They say demons there are only fit to be burned as firewood?"

Aryan’s mouth twitched slightly, not immediately looking back.

"Legends are often overly embellished, Groron. But they indeed achieved the impossible—standing firm in the core of demonic assaults, and repulsing the evil god’s personal intervention, not just once.

"The Intelligence Department verified some of the energy wave characteristics, and their authenticity is high."

His voice carried the elf’s unique chill, but when mentioning Kana, a trace of barely noticeable awe crept into his tone.

Though he didn’t know this god, he had seen him from afar, as he was only a ceremonial guard at the time.

Though unaware of his character, the power of order emanating from his entire being was unmistakable.

Order is always the first to impact the abyss.

"Not only that," Sofia’s voice carried a lazy huskiness, her eyes gleaming sharply.

"I’ve also heard that after a battle, that esteemed one casually sprinkled stardust, and crippled warriors grew new arms glittering with silver light, even cleansing the soul of its filth.

"...That sounds even more outrageous than the promises of the abyss lords. Our new recruits almost use it as a bedtime story."

Her words bore self-mockery, yet also revealed deep yearning—as a half-demon, she more deeply understood the rarity of pure order power.

Primarily because these gods cared for the ordinary warriors below them.

Most gods only cared about their own battles, though they would also consider the impact of combat aftermath on allies.