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Chapter 1158 - 802: What Is a Blood Pit? (Part 2)

As he spoke, everyone suddenly remembered.The previous battle was too intense, leaving little time for reflection. Even though they were used to fighting demons, they hadn’t been in such dire straits before.

But now, in retrospect, the demons personally ended by the Night Watchmen seemed to disintegrate at an unusually rapid pace upon their deaths.

It was as if the Night Watchers’ power inherently contained a "erasure" trait against demonic existence.

Grom vigorously shook his smoke-filled head, trying to clear his thoughts: "Wait...Old Dog, you’re saying...in this Blood Pit Fortress, the Night Watchmen can...actually ’consume’ demons? Like some special sects or Divine Apostles do on the altar at the Blood War Fortress?"

He recalled that at the edge of the main battlefield in the Blood War Fortress, certain special areas had purification altars, presided over by high-ranking priests or Divine Apostles of special races, which could completely purify demons into ash and deny them a return to the Abyss.

However, typically only the Great Demons received such top-tier treatment. There were too many lower-level demons, insufficient resources, and not enough energy.

"Exactly!"

Old Dog Roger excitedly slapped the cold metal wall post, wincing from pain that made him bare his teeth, but his eyes shone brightly.

"And let me tell you, this effect is even nastier than the altar, with a wider range! Did you all forget? The centaur commander of the Night Watchers once said, if possible, let the Night Watchers do the final kill, let them avenge, let them collect the debt.

"I previously thought it was some sort of blood ritual or tradition, but now it seems this damn ’Blood Pit Fortress’ itself is a massive furnace built on the Abyss! A dedicated debt collection factory burning and refining Abyss Demons!"

He forcefully spat out this crude yet vivid term.

But the excitement in his tone was unmistakable, anyone nearby could tell that if given a bit more time, he might start dancing and cheering.

In Bard’s cow-like eyes, a scorching fire suddenly ignited, his nostrils flared with rough breath.

"Debt collection factory?! Are they robbing the Abyss’s power?! Gnawing at the Abyss’s flesh?!"

This was the best thing ever. This was what all these Avengers most desired and hoped to witness, yet such occurrences were rare, and not every layer had related powers present.

It’s not that every God’s power can achieve such feats, nor does every God wish to completely break ties and clash head-on with the Abyss.

After all, the Abyss is a cesspit, the freest existence among the Star Realm for Gods. Despite different wills and perceptions of the Abyss, they each find this cesspit nauseating. Who would want to be smeared with excrement?

Yet the vast majority of life on this earth lack such perspective and would not hold such views.

"Yes! It’s debt collection! Feasting!"

Old Dog Roger spat out, "Think about those Night Watchers! The state they’re in, hurt to the point of death but still lively, downing potions like they’re free. They squander resources here like throwing away trash. Why? Because they’re a God’s clan? Because they’re a frontline of some major force? I don’t believe it!"

He pointed vigorously towards the fortress’s center.

"It’s because they dare to snatch here! Snatch some of the power that should be swallowed back by this ghastly place and convert it...I guess convert it into support for their power, making those alchemical goods with god-knows-how-pricey ’raw materials’.

"That’s their foundation, those potions...those arrows...those armors...all made from ’dirty money’ they’ve collected!"

Though what he said sounded like cursing, his tone was evidently thrilled, resonating with a sense of vindication.

His words aren’t wrong, it somehow seems to be the case.

The Elf Ranger’s eyes also lit up, her cold hatred for the first time kindled a fiery light of hope.

Her voice trembled slightly: "I once heard a Wise Man say that in certain extremely intense and uniquely ruled core blood battlefields within the Abyss, occasionally powerful beings can temporarily seize the Abyss’s power for themselves, creating ’enclaves’.

"But this requires special rules or tremendous sacrifices...never have I heard of such a ’fortress’ being established for long at the Abyss’s edge."

The Blood Battle Battlefield spans ten layers. Each layer is different, each force is distinct, and each combat style varies.

Thus, warriors active in different layers don’t much understand the situations in other blood battlefields.

"So rather than racial expertise, their ways are just too wild!"

He hesitated to say because the Gods themselves are too wild, but such words seemed slightly disrespectful.

They now greatly revered this God, with audacious words swallowed back.

Grom concluded, spitting fiercely.

"Damn, the Abyss’s disgusting rules; who wouldn’t want to trample them? But for someone like the Night Watchers, opening a gold mine beside the Abyss, opening a flesh-recovery factory...it’s truly the first time I’ve seen it; that ’blood pit’ name is well-chosen, a blood pit! Truly a pit for bleeding and squeezing dry, a giant blood pit just to bleed the Abyss dry!"

Such casual talk quickly spread out.

Other news may not circulate well among Avengers, but news bringing sharp pain to the Abyss and death to demons certainly spreads the fastest.

The message spread like wildfire among the surviving Avengers.

Those tired and despondent eyes suddenly brightened.

"So that’s it!"

"No wonder the Night Watchers dared to come here and drive a stake!"

"Debt collection! Turns out they’re the true debt owners of the Abyss!"

"Taking out demons, not only avenges but seriously reduces the Abyss...this trade is invaluable!"

Excited discussions and subdued laughter echoed across the city walls. Long pent-up bitterness and helplessness were for the first time replaced by a twisted yet powerful sense of hope.

The Abyss is an eternal enemy. Now they have an ally who can knock down walls next to the enemy’s house, even snatching away its property! It’s indescribably satisfying.

Looking at the desolate battlefield and the rapidly vanishing demon remnants, and the fortress depths where, though unseen, a stable and voracious devouring of demons can be felt.

Those battle-hardened Avengers, who had long grown accustomed to despair in Abyssal Hell, for the first time felt from the heart—this battle was worthwhile.

Perhaps, following this group who dare to pluck wool from the Abyss, this seemingly endless blood revenge battle might really...win back something?

No wonder they think so.

For these Avengers, truthfully speaking, they never truly imagined being able to cause any harm to the Abyss.

Their hatred is enough to burn them up, but the flames that incinerate their hatred are too insignificant for the Abyss, even less than a spark.

Yet such an act of biting a piece of flesh from the Abyss is simply what they’ve dreamed of.

Many eyes, previously numbed by the Abyssal blood battle, now flickered with the Fire of Hope.

Some Avengers who had just formed friendships with Night Watchers during the battle looked at them with undeniable curiosity.

Faced with the curiosity of these recent comrades, the Night Watchers mostly kept their mouths shut.

Primarily because Kana hadn’t provided explanations on these matters, so they didn’t know whether to share.

After all, this is the Abyss, not their own world.

What if it’s unspeakable? So they chose to remain silent.

These Avengers were eager, but seeing the Night Watchers mostly unwilling to talk, they did not press further. Just having such a possibility is enough. This was sufficient.

The Blood Pit Fortress stood silent amidst the storm, the firelight on the walls like greedy eyes.

Silently continuing to digest the "spoils" of this battle, emitting a chilling yet exhilarating aura of victory and plunder.