The game has become a real alternate world

Chapter 1260 - 849: New Blood

Morning.Just before dawn.

The dawn pierces through the last wisp of mist at the port, not to dispel the darkness but to illuminate the transformed harbor.

This is not the Lebia Continent.

A vessel specifically for transporting new recruits slowly docks. On the deck, Adam lets out a gentle breath, mixed with the salty sea breeze and an indescribable scent of distant, lingering energy remnants.

Beside him stand Tokke, Flying Squirrel, Pokanasha, and Eva—familiar squad members.

They are not in the Ring Tower City’s Training Camp at the moment.

Of course, this doesn’t mean they have graduated successfully; it’s just that given the current situation and the opportunity, they have come here.

After all, the Void Vanguard Army arrived in the world sooner than expected, causing some casualties.

Although they are trainees, they are gifted individuals, and their level is not bad either.

Simply put, although they might not be very powerful against Void Creatures, they can handle the weaker ones without issues.

These children, raised by Night Watchers from a young age, have the potential to become one of them as long as they have the ability, aiming towards the Level of Soul Guardian from the very beginning.

Adam and his squad have been secretly selected layer by layer, reaching this stage.

Their talent, their disposition, their will destined them to become a member of the Soul Guardians eventually.

Facing such existence, naturally, they need to confront more.

So, they followed the transport vessel to come here.

And it’s not just their squad; many squads from New Recruit Training Camp are here as well.

"Look over there!"

Tokke points to the distant horizon faintly glowing with a purple hue, his voice trembling with suppressed excitement.

"Is it there? Looks way more thrilling than the ’safe zone’ simulated in the training crystals!"

Flying Squirrel adjusts the alchemical spectacles on his nose, his voice lively as he responds: "The dark energy here is unusually overwhelming, ah, I can already smell that sinful scent.

"But Tokke, my wicked comrade, getting overexcited can lead to Low Level mistakes. The ’Void Vanguard Army’ is not merely demons.

"Ancient books record them as being more... rule-bound, more difficult to deal with than Abyss Demons." His tone as eccentric as ever, as if performing an opera, his words filled with bewildering descriptions.

But for Adam and the others, it’s daily routine; they can clearly translate his peculiar words into something comprehensible.

Pokanasha furrows her charming little brow, observing the bustling scene at the dock.

Unloaded are no longer spices and silk but boxes of rune-illuminated alchemical ammunition, heavy Holy Light Crystals, and folded Folding Defense Wall components.

Civilian merchant ships temporarily requisitioned, decks crowded with silent soldiers and volunteers dressed diversely but sharing the same resolute expressions.

"Our teacher was right; they came too fast. Even ordinary city guards have to step up... I really hope we can help soon." Her voice soft yet firm, carrying the distinctive guardianship of a healer.

Though they are in New Recruit Training Camp, they can use the channel like Night Watchers.

They can’t join any internal channels yet, but even the peripheral channels have already made them aware of much about the current situation.

The descent of the Void Vanguard Army has mobilized every Night Watcher, with much information available.

They are naturally well aware.

"Help?"

Eva wipes her beloved weapon, sneering at the words, her gaze sharp, feline eyes turning into vertical pupils, exuding danger.

"Not help, but battle! These... void... How many kin and friends of Night Watchers have they killed? From Evil Gods to Abyss, then Void... Haven’t they destroyed enough worlds?

"The teacher brought us to this safe zone ’internship’ to see with our own eyes, see what those monsters really are! Then, use our power to truly join the protective ranks!" Her words burn with grief for the departed and hatred for the intruders.

Though her homeland and her hatred inherently have nothing to do with the void.

But for them, Night Watchers, it’s all the same, whether Evil Gods, Abyss, or Void, all are enemies alike.

And Void is their chief enemy among them.

Adam’s gaze sweeps across the entire port.

Sorrow and resilience surge like tides across the port.

He sees a dwarf miner team laboriously pushing heavy carts, loaded with rough but sturdy shields and anvils, hurriedly crafted by the city’s Blacksmith Shop.

Several strong Minotaur guards silently attending to some wounded soldiers, their actions clumsy yet extremely careful.

Having Minotaurs bandage, really...

But seeing those soldiers with scars emitting purple glows makes it clear that ordinary humans couldn’t bandage them; it would only lead to more being stimulated, affected by the void.

Besides.

Even notice a few Half-Elf merchants, not selling trinkets but helping to transport food and water.

Everyone visible is moving hurriedly, and their actions seem to serve the purposes of war.