Chapter 1350 - 891: Command

Chapter 1350: Chapter 891: Command

The entire "Steel Broken Cliff" defense zone now seems to have transformed into a giant, roaring furnace.

The air was filled with wild roars.

"For the brothers who have died—kill them all!"

"Don’t let a single bastard get away!"

"My fields! And my wheat fields!"

All the adventurers who came here, besides wanting to reap wealth, also wanted to acquire land here.

This was the initial reward offered by the Night Watchers.

As more and more adventuring parties claimed their territories, adventurers confirmed—Night Watchers truly did give land.

As for the conditions, stating that politics and law must be carried out according to the Night Watchers’ standards, they only possessed limited land rights.

But it doesn’t matter, at least they can build things on it, at least they can cultivate it.

That’s enough.

But the opening of the Void Rift severely limited the pace of advancement, coupled with the constant arrival of large numbers of expeditions from behind.

The adventurers, who were already stuck before, had long been anxious.

Now they finally broke through those shackles.

The "buzzing" charging sound of magic energy cannons and their "thundering" roars, the "whirr—whoosh!" of crossbow cannons firing,

The "crack! splat!" dull sounds of swords, axes, and hammers cutting into carapace and flesh, the "whoosh whoosh" of arrows slicing through the air,

It had already become an absolute battlefield here.

Before doomsday is resolved, war will be the only main theme here.

The sharp screeching of Void Creatures being crushed and purified, and the "sizzle" of energy annihilation.

The "clang!" crash of engineering modules being hoisted and landing, the "sizzle" of metal welding, the "rumble" of treads over the ruins, and the "buzz—" humming of new shields being raised.

Besides these sounds representing war, there’s vast scorched earth.

Even the smell in the air manifests the identity of this battlefield.

The intense scent of blood, the ozone from burning crystal clusters, the stench of decaying flesh being purified, the scorching metal friction, the earthen musk of upturned soil, and the sweet, decayed aroma of the Void now suppressed by the light of order.

This is the ultimate crush of Order against Chaos.

The iron flood of the Night Watchers and the will of revenge merged, guided by the sacred light of the Pyramid, launched an unstoppable final charge towards the sinful source—the constantly shrinking Void Rift—along the path paved with blood and crystal corpses.

The turning point of the Steel Broken Cliff had transformed into a destructive frenzy devouring the Void, rolling forward, determined to nail the Abyss firmly on this tainted land.

On the battlefield, the iron flood, fueled by the fury of vengeance, pierced fiercely into the dark core where the Void Creatures lurked like a molten giant blade.

The light of the Order Pyramid opened up a relatively "pure" path ahead, where Night Watchers and adventurers surged forward at full speed along this road of purification and blood.

Advance! Move forward!

The land beneath quickly changed.

What was once just scorched earth burned by smoke and energy was gradually replaced by a deeper, more terrifying blackness.

The earth appeared to be soaked in ink, or like the dead ashes left after being consumed by raging fire.

The cracked fissures, like wounds of the earth, spread densely as far as the eye could see, from which tendrils of eerie purple gas continuously ascended, twisting the air, emitting a nauseatingly sweet decaying scent.

More frighteningly, at the edges of these cracks and the ground surface, glaring purple crystal clusters grew like poisonous mushrooms, sharp and twisted, reflecting a cold, deadly hue under the Pyramid’s silvery light.

In some places, even the dark red and purple-black interwoven, indescribable bizarre flesh structures pulsated slightly like living things, secreting viscous, corrosive slime.

"Damn! This cursed place! The soles of my feet feel sticky, like stepping in a thousand-year-old swamp!"

Daniel swung his giant axe, splitting a Void Claw Beast attempting to pounce from behind the crystal clusters, cursing loudly, unfazed even as the sticky, purple-black vile blood splashed across his scarred face.

Every step he took, he felt the black soil below exert an unsettling suction.

"Ugh... The sweet odor in the air is a hundred times more disgusting than those cheap perfumes at the port!"

Lia frowned tightly, suppressing her nausea, and with a wave of her magic staff, released a ring of frost, freezing and shattering several half-crystallized boring beetles emerging from side fissures.

She carefully avoided the throbbing flesh structures on the ground, her eyes full of disdain.

"Hey! Big guy, don’t mind the filth. Check out these shiny purple stones." Fercheck appeared unusually excited; even during a rapid advance, he was multitasking, prying off a relatively intact piece of purple crystal with a dagger and stuffing it into his pouch.

"Selling these to those alchemy madmen could probably fetch a lot of drinking money! Haha, this trip is worth it!"

He deftly dodged a pool of corrosive ooze seeping from the flesh structure.

"Worth my ass! Keep up! There are still plenty of ’merit points’ waiting to be cut ahead." Martha’s voice came from the side; she had just accurately picked off several long-range Void Creatures hiding behind crystal clusters with a volley of arrows, her eyes sharply focused on the denser purple-black energy surging ahead.

"Kill these bastards, I’m going to claim a field on this black soil too. Don’t care what color it is, water and plant seeds, I refuse to believe nothing will grow."