Chapter 1308 - 871: Inside the Fortress (Part 2)

Chapter 1308: Chapter 871: Inside the Fortress (Part 2)

Didn’t expect to meet friends here, after all, there are quite a few people on the Blood Battle Battlefield, and large groups are dying every moment.

Aryan nodded at an Elf Ranger dressed in high elf style light armor, meticulously examining a Demon skull inscription. The other recognized him and returned the gesture with restraint, "Captain Aryan. It seems the excitement at the Blood Pit has even stirred ’home’."

After exchanging pleasantries with the acquaintance.

Aryan and his companions exchanged glances, all noticing the astonishment in each other’s eyes.

Quite simple.

The status of these acquaintances was off.

Of course, it’s not about them being possessed or influenced, but their emotions had become positive.

Those who knew them were all old hands, having fought on the Blood Battle Battlefield for at least twenty years.

Having fought for so many years without dying, their hearts had long turned cold and hard.

But the problem was, the tone and emotional changes in their voices during the recent conversation were completely different from before.

"Perhaps it’s due to the environment here, as under this white light, you can rest well.

Moreover, considering the scope, the battle against Demons also occurs within such a protective shield, which is certainly much lighter than before."

This statement received recognition from the crowd, who nodded, agreeing it was very likely.

The true barrier at the end of the horizon.

Abis guided the envoy group further inward through the temporary marketplace of the battlefield teeming with life and chaos.

Beyond the cleared core battlefield open space, the main body of the Blood Pit Fortress - the towering, bulky structure composed of unified composite alloys and high-strength Crystal Stones.

Above it, the main city walls are covered with truly strong energy runes, resembling a silent Giant Beast, appearing majestically before them.

The massive city gate above it is tightly shut, defense towers are lined up, the core of the enormous Iron Flower Structure radiates a light of Order that envelops the entire main city, forming a sharp contrast with the bustling "temporary outpost" behind, showcasing the true majesty of the Order Fortress.

And above the fortress, several floating giant towers can be seen circulating with Magic Power, with a gigantic Gemstone at the top, clearly these are Magic Towers with defensive capabilities.

However, these can hardly be considered unusual.

Abis paused, turned to face the slightly dazed envoys, and calmly said, "We’ve arrived. Please wait a moment, we are about to enter the fortress."

Her horse body gently shifted, indicating a structurally complex detection gate emitting an eerie blue energy glow beneath the main city wall ahead.

The true Blood Pit Fortress.

The heavy alloy main gate emitted a low hum full of Order, accompanied by the crisp "click" sound of complex alchemical locks sliding and disengaging, slowly rising inward.

Abis entered first, turning slightly to make a gesture of "please."

Aryan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and doubt within, leading his team into the true core area of the Blood Pit Fortress.

Behind the gate was not the imagined square or inner city, but the sight that instantly grabbed their eyes—a steep slope clinging tightly to the base inside the city walls, like a mountain range of steel and rock.

The entire slope was not naturally formed but stacked with densely packed, categorized ammunition boxes and material cabinets in an astonishing efficient manner.

The place was essentially an open-air warehouse.

"Watch your step," Abis’s calm voice seemed particularly clear amid the humming echoes in the gate, "Material transfer zone."

The envoys raised their gaze, holding their breath in astonishment at the scene before them.

Arranged alongside the main city wall was a long row of heavy alchemy crossbow cannons shimmering with cold metallic luster, ray towers glowing with magical brilliance, and some uniquely shaped, standardized interface High-speed Flame Sprayers.

This is the Abyss, they have enough vision to clearly distinguish which are weapons, and which are other alchemy equipment.

Stuff similar to firearms, they have seen them before and don’t find them odd.

It’s the quantity here that is surprising.

They are like a dam of machinery and magic, the barrels sticking out through the embrasures, overlooking the potential blood tide that might surge below again.

But the dam itself is supported by another level of "barrier"—countless metal ammo boxes, rune energy grids, bomb boxes entwining fuses, categorically stacked into small mountains, tightly against each defense equipment, seemingly coexisting with them.

Just in this small section near the city gate alone, the amount of ammunition reserves already surpasses that of a large mercenary corps in the Blood War Fortress.

Of course, mercenary corps themselves aren’t wealthy groups.

But it’s already astonishing enough.

What truly fixated everyone’s gaze was several rectangular alchemy platforms floating half a meter off the ground, relying on anti-gravity runes, weaving silently among this "material mountain."

These platforms are simple in structure, emitting stable magical radiance, akin to large chessboards.

They are piled with sealed material boxes of standard sizes.

Speaking of these material boxes, they all look alike, same size and shape, except labeled differently on their surfaces, allowing one to see the specific substances within through the labels.

Whenever the boxes on a platform are swiftly moved by Night Watchers or small alchemy puppets below, another fully-loaded platform immediately suspended, completing a seamless exchange.

They are like diligent worker ants, constructing the fortress’ ever-flowing material bloodstream.

Looking toward the direction the slope extends, similar scenes spread to the horizon.

Under the massive shadow of the city wall, aside from reserved passages, not a single vacant space is seen, all material arranged meticulously.

More weapons, heavy spare armor plates, bundles of engineering materials, mountain-like standard sleeping bags and blankets, and piles of potion boxes printed with a unified green Life Rune symbol.

Could it be those boxes are filled with potions?

If that’s true, then that’s really eye-opening; could this stuff actually be drunk like water?

They are amazed by these materials because they’ve indeed heard of abundant logistics from the Night Watchers. But

If the potions are real, they’ll be truly shocked.

And they believe it should be real.

Turns out the most absurd legend is actually true?

About drinking it like water.

Hope the transaction can be made, in this way, at least the troops at the Blood War Fortress could get more potion supplies, the consumption of this stuff is really too large.

The air was permeated with faint smells of engine oil, enchanted metal, and refined magic crystal mixed with the distinctive sweet grassy scent of potions, subtly suppressing the bloody sulfurous odor from outside the door.

This place, rather than being the inside of a fortress, was more like a gigantic, efficiently operating battlefield logistics hub core area.

Aryan could clearly hear Dwarf Grolon swallowing, his own heart equally turbulent.

The logistics of Blood War Fortress were already strong enough, but the scene before them, materializing "abundance of supplies" into a striking physical entity.

This approach of establishing supply points directly at the base of the city walls, even using massive reserves to support a "mountain," still deeply impacted his understanding.

No wonder a fortress could be built here to withstand the impact of Demons.

War is fought over resources.

Especially on the Blood Battle Battlefield.

After all, this is the Abyss, and various worlds in the Star Realm can come here through various means to participate in the war.

It’s safe to say what they never lack here is actually soldiers; what’s never in short supply is warriors.

But the logistics of supplies can’t be infinitely provided.

"Is all this freely available?" Grolon couldn’t help but speak gruffly, pointing at the ammo boxes stacked close to posts.

"For fortress fighters, everyone is." Abis responded concisely, her gaze swept over the materials zone.

"Standard wartime distribution rule, allocation based on demand, losses recorded and replenished by the Department of Internal Affairs. If you are interested, you may later explore warehouse regulations on your own."

She seemed to have guessed a primary purpose of the envoy group related to materials, the statement "explore warehouse regulations" had a notable understanding.