The game has become a real alternate world

Chapter 1154 - 800: Pioneer Zone_3

The fierce battle unfolded on every inch of the fortress’s steel. The shouts of different adventurers intertwined with the roaring heavy weaponry support from the Night Watchers and the monsters’ howls."Ammunition! Tower number three on the left! Hurry!"

"Injured, retreat to the medical point! There is an emergency medical pod supported by the Night Watchers!"

"That ladder! Cover the gap! Half-Elf kid, quick!"

This is already an intense battlefield.

Every word is a shout.

"Hold on! The Rock Armor Beast is going to charge again! Give me the ’City Eroder’ ready! I’ll drill some sense into it!"

Hog bellowed as he received a single-use heavy armor-piercing launcher from a mercenary beside him, provided by the Night Watchers.

His massive body leaned out over the parapet, pulling the trigger fiercely before the monster crashed in.

A blinding stream of energy with destructive impact rammed brutally into the relatively fragile side armor joint of the Rock Armor Beast.

Boom!

A far more violent explosion than before. Half the shoulder of the Rock Armor Beast was blown apart, staggering back and howling.

Day in and day out, the cannon barrels ran hot, and the walls were smeared with the charred scorches of monster blood and flesh.

Under the fortress, a new "slope" of corpses piled up, blocking even part of the monster’s charge.

Exhaustion was written on the face of every person still standing.

Casualties continued, and adventurers were constantly getting injured or even falling.

But the defensive line was ultimately not breached.

The adventurers who continuously replenished, despite being mixed in quality, fearlessly faced death.

Greatly sharing the main force’s pressure, and filling in the vital gaps.

The powerful consumables provided by the Night Watchers turned the tide at critical points time and again.

The main structure of the fortress stood resiliently through continuous repairs.

The darkest onslaught before dawn was finally repelled.

Victor leaned wearily against the cold metal wall of the command tower, bloodshot eyes sweeping across the interior of the fortress.

The surviving members and the remaining brave and fighting adventurers leaned against the battlements, panting together.

Shadows flitted in the medical tent, with tired alchemists still tending to the wounded.

Hank was patting the shoulder of young Tommy, who was downcast after losing his first teammate.

Hog and Wolf sprawled beside an ammo crate, gnawing on the unappetizing nutrition paste, yet their gaze sharply swept below.

Around the fortress, though countless dangerous auras still lurked, the relentless onslaught with the frequency of previous days was no longer present.

A brief moment to catch their breath.

Erin walked over, handing him a water jug, her voice hoarse: "Communications from the Night Watcher patrol team... They say, based on perimeter detection... the ’major’ large threat sources within a ten-kilometer radius of us... seem... killed off."

Victor took the water jug, gulped down a mouthful of the cold water, the chill stimulating his numbed nerves.

He looked at the terrifying slope formed by the piled monster corpses below the walls, then towards the distant inland still shrouded in twisted light, finally refocusing on those exhausted yet steadfast figures within the fortress.

The cost was heavy? Far beyond expectations.

Task completed? Far from it.

But at this moment, at the entrance of this death canyon, their steel fortress was still firmly nailed to the ground.

The shield still flickered in the dim light, and the turrets, although scarred, could still rotate.

Though bones were groaning with fatigue, though the camp of the wounded still groaned, though new unknown threats could come at any time...

"...Report to the Night Watcher expedition headquarters."

Victor took a deep breath, as if the smoke and the bloody air were not so pungent anymore: "Code name ’Anvil,’ location: Black Stone Pass F-7... Successfully fortified defense, initially established control zone. Request for the next phase of supply delivery and... personnel support application."

He paused, his voice low but carrying an unprecedented solidity, it was not just a report to superiors, but a declaration to all within the fortress who could still hear his voice: "Black Stone Pass development zone... We... have made our stand."

This declaration, tired, heavy, bloodstained, yet seemed to carry the resounding echo of steel clashing, lingered long in the battered steel barriers.

The timer continued ticking, but the fiercest wave of death seemed to have been smashed before the fortress by their joint efforts.

This foothold, ultimately stained with blood and sweat, was tenaciously defended.