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Chapter 1144 - 797: Logistical Ability

Warship Port.This steel giant is deeply rooted on the beach, offering not only physical security but also an unspoken declaration.

The previous advance team arrived here like a floating lily pad, and when this port was suddenly constructed.

In front of everyone, this flagship displayed its exaggerated and baffling alchemy technology techniques.

So now, the emotion emerging in everyone’s heart.

Is called "peace of mind."

Just seeing this thing makes people feel at ease.

In a place said to be even more dangerous than rumors suggest, Tariel Continent, this seems like a comforting harbor.

The roar of its landing seems to have just subsided.

The Night Watcher’s large and precise war machine roared to life, with an efficiency that left onlookers speechless.

The Night Watcher is such a war machine, continuously battling, changing, and growing for over a decade, forming its current shape.

Adventurers hadn’t completely recovered from the shock of the "ship turning into a fortress," when another "storm" erupted within the port, grabbing all their attention.

On the wide landing and unloading platforms extending from the fortress’s main body, squads began rapidly assembling.

Many had seen these figures on the ship, but these Night Watchers didn’t seem to participate in regular disciplinary maintenance.

So even adventurers had rare encounters with them, let alone deep exchanges.

They wore uniforms slightly different from ordinary Night Watcher gear, with silver energy lines covering the joints and vital parts of their dark gray armor.

Holding more refined weapons, their movements conveyed a cold, efficient killing intent without a sound.

In most adventurers’ eyes.

Night Watchers are more like elite squads composed of five or six members, a super upgraded version of adventurer teams.

However, these in front.

Some adventurers were reminded of unpleasant memories.

From wartime, the cold machines that charged the most, the elite corps.

Thankfully, there were countless adventurers who understood the Night Watchers.

Even if they hadn’t seen them, many had heard of them.

"Look! Look over there!"

A human archer nudged his companion, "It’s the Light Guardians! Finally seeing them alive!"

Have you seen any dead ones before?

The nearby companion silently quipped, but still focused his eyes on that area.

"Wow, this aura... feels like one alone could single-handedly take on the sea beasts we encountered on the ship just now..." an experienced old mercenary marveled softly.

These elite warriors—the Light Guardian Corps.

Were divided into several combat groups, with no excess mobilization or address.

Only Lurik’s clear, concise directive was heard through the loudspeaker, his voice carrying the firmness of a forge hammering iron.

"Light Guardian First Expedition Corps, First to Third Tactical Squads, coordinate grid areas B3 to D7. Saturated clearing, eliminate all threat sources, clean a three-kilometer radius.

"Authorization granted for Level Three Anti-Magic Potion and standard purification burning scroll. Action!"

Upon hearing the command, the Light Guardians activated like a war module.

They swiftly slid down the extended giant landing ramp, their heavy armor thudding dully onto the beach.

Several "fortress" automated alchemy armored units equipped with heavy rotating machine cannons and small energy shields followed closely behind.

These freakish things evidently emerged from the [Alchemy Laboratory—Magic Power Weapon Research Institute—Automated Warfare Equipment Group] research outcomes.

This group adhered to the philosophy of big! good! beautiful!

They represent the pinnacle of puppet alchemy technology learning and are the most deeply influenced by Kana’s ideology.

All large alchemy creations, various extravagant battle vehicles and flight craft seen on the battlefield undoubtedly originated from them.

The Light Guardians’ movement routes were clear, with squads providing alternate covering, quickly disappearing into the dense, strange forest near the coastline.

Immediately afterward, sounds distinct from beast howls, a dull and rhythmic explosive noise began emerging from the depths of the forest.

This was the muffled sound of precise magic energy bomb strikes, and the crackling of flames during purification of combustibles.

Occasionally, there was the shrill energy screech of magic energy beams piercing the dim forest light.

The efficient killing sweep had commenced.

Even from far away on the fortress’s unloading platform, people could see small fireballs erupting and smoke columns rising from the forest.

Evidently, those fierce beasts that forced the exploratory teams to bleed, entrenched in the forest near the landing point, were encountering systematic, crushing clearance.

Previously, the Light Guardian Corps wasn’t this precise, but after winning the rat extermination war, they acquired this capability.

Facing those repulsive rats, lacking order and precision, inadequate coordination would vastly diminish clearing efficiency.

"By my beard... this is simply... plowing!" Dwarf engineer Durik clung to the railing, watching those efficient, cold action paths, both excited and self-mocking.

"Compared to their operations, those Royal Guards I saw in the underground fortress seem like they were playing ’fight a battle on a donkey!’ "

A former military commander nearby heard this with disdain and smirked.

Playing ’fight a battle on a donkey,’ indeed, is nothing more than childish stick games.

He keenly perceived the orderliness between these Light Guardian Corps actions.

That seemed like a more advanced war philosophy.