Chapter 1096: Chapter 775: The Night Watcher’s Domineering Presence

Outside the world.

With the departure of those Evil Gods.

The realm beyond that was once shrouded by hordes of Evil Gods now remains only a mass of blood-colored murk.

And this mass of blood-colored murk is, naturally, the Blood God who has never departed. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

As for why he does not leave.

Unlike most Evil Gods, the Blood God is a Demon Lord of the Abyss; with the backing of the Abyss, he typically does not encounter any fatal circumstances.

Even if he does, he has plenty of means to escape.

This is why he is so fearless.

Most Evil Gods are despised beings, and worlds that genuinely serve as breeding grounds for evil are extremely rare.

Let alone a heavyweight existence like the Abyss.

After all, this world has already been invaded by the Abyss, akin to being marked; compared to those Evil Gods, he navigates it with far greater ease.

Don’t think the Blood God appears to be nothing more than a brute who only knows battle and slaughter; if that were the case, he wouldn’t have reached this position.

Of course, the more important reason is, even if he doesn’t meddle in the world below now, the internal conflicts are enough for him to feast upon.

If he weren’t afraid of being contaminated by the Void, he would truly want to watch how the beings of this world respond to the impending Void crisis.

Although he can sense the situation even if he leaves here, it’s always more interesting to see it directly on site.

Even in wars and massacres against the Void, he can gain some feedback.

However, he isn’t bold enough to risk his life for such trifles.

If he really gets targeted and contaminated by the Void, the Abyss would be the first to kick him out.

"The Abyss’s aura grows thicker... Night Watchers, what exactly do you intend?"

The Blood God muttered to himself within his domain.

Were it anything else, he wouldn’t necessarily sense what was happening within the world in the current situation.

But it so happens the aura of the Abyss surged over, yet there were no traces of an Abyssal invasion.

This was evidently the handiwork of the Night Watchers once again. The Night Watchers’ actions were always unexpected, which allowed them to reach their current state in such a short time.

It is precisely for this that he pays close attention to the group of Night Watchers, particularly their leader.

If only the Shadow were here.

He suddenly thought so.

If the Shadow were here at this moment, figuring out the secrets would be easier, but now he is the only Blood God trying to uncover secrets, and gathering intelligence is clearly not his forte.

But eventually, something must surface.

After pondering, he decided to see if anything had happened within the Abyss.

And his eyes, set upon the world above, returned to the battlefield.

...

Dawn approached, yet the sky was torn in two.

Below.

Was a battlefield on the Tate Continent.

In the east, the ranks of Radiant Elves gleamed, descending upon the world like fragments of the newborn sun.

Their bright silver and golden hair, under the reflection of their Magic Shields, appeared like a flowing waterfall of stars.

Wearing elaborate heavy armor engraved with runes like temple carvings, Enemy Mages walked heavily on the scorched earth, with each step stirring up fine light dust.

Elves are like this, having an aesthetic demand for everything.

Even for armor designed to protect the body, they require both practicality and appearance.

Though such remarks are made, you can’t deny that when these Elves appear on the battlefield in such attire, they form a beautiful landscape.

This isn’t just visually impactful; it also boosts their allies’ morale.

In the thousand years the Elves have reigned, many regions have submitted to them, in part due to their demeanor.

They easily intimidate others, kindling longing in the hearts of those former nobles.

You must admit, during the thousand years of Elven dominion, the aesthetic and etiquette of nearly every race in the world have been greatly refined.

Of course, it has also fostered a habit among some nobles of looking down on others.

Radiant Elves, a cradle of Mages.

Mages hover mid-air, weaving pure beams of light and scorching flames at their fingertips, the air buzzing with abundant Magic Power.

These Mages are almost all War Mages, knowing how to cast spells jointly and adjust their casting according to the environment.

This Mage corps is also a major reason why the Radiant Elves can dominate the Elf Race.

Their long lifespans grant them ample time to delve into the study of Magic-related powers.

Particularly in the past, it always kept Elven Magic ahead of all life.

Of course, that’s no longer a certainty now.

In the west, the formation of the Moon Elves blended into the soon-to-fade deep blue night sky.

Dark purple and inky black hair fluttered in the breeze, skin of gray or deep tones seemingly a part of the very Shadow.

They were silent and swift, their longbows almost fused with their arms, with arrows on the strings shimmering in eerie blue, emerald green, or dark red glows—a deadly skill of compressing Magic essence within the arrowheads.

This is the signature unit of the Moon Elves.

As nearly all Elves have some proficiency in Magic, these Magic Archers are almost lethal killing machines on the battlefield.

The sustained dominance on the battlefield far surpasses that of Mages since you can’t expect Mages to release spells like a machine gun.