Early morning.

The slightly saline breeze carried with it the distinct smell of dust and cooling metal.

Warship Port.

People now refer to it more as a warship fortress.

Because it’s no longer a place that can be described as just a port.

As a frontline base upgraded to a landing point, after the intense battles and expansion during this period, it has long transformed from a simple port into a militarized fortress.

From the beginning, the Night Watchers were essentially advancing towards this goal.

In the dawn, the fortress looked like a steel giant breathing and growing.

Hogg unscrewed his enormous, obviously modified canteen and took a big gulp of the turbid yet refreshing liquid.

This was a standard supply recently provided by the Night Watchers, belonging to the beverage category, but it was a powder that adventurers would mix with water to drink.

This stuff could effectively improve the taste of the liquid, supplement many substances hard to come by in this chaotic grind, effectively resisting the chaos magic power and various environmental hazards of this area.

Simply put, it’s an essential item in the Tariel Continent at this stage, and it became extremely popular among adventurers as soon as it was launched.

Because this powder also makes the liquid chilly, which feels somewhat comforting in such a hot place as the Tariel Continent.

Hogg’s booming voice said to Wolf, who was sharpening his ax blade, "Look at this place, old dog, how long has it been?"

Wolf’s wolfish grin cracked into a sneer, and his amber eyes swept across the busy loading and unloading area.

At a glance, the core port area that transformed from the "Expeditioner" ship back then has now expanded several times over.

Brand new prefabricated metal structures of warehouses, barracks, and workshops layered onto the core structure like steel muscles.

The deafening clangor, the buzz of magic guide engine-driven heavy cranes, and the never-quiet booming of distant gunfire compose the unceasing background noise of this newly born fortress.

Most importantly, they contributed to it, giving them a sense of participation, a feeling of shared honor.

"Hey, not just look, listen!" Wolf shook his ears, pointing to smoke columns faintly rising from the eastern horizon, "Over there, F zone or G zone?

"Lurik old brother’s Light Guardians must have run into a tough one again. The cannon fire hasn’t stopped even from this far. Expanding an inch of this territory requires blood and bullets."

Just establishing a foothold here cost them immense effort and huge sacrifices.

Starting to slowly expand outward now faces numerous challenges.

Actually, quite a few people are puzzled.

Why do Night Watchers have to pay such a huge price to explore the Tariel Continent?

The demon invasion a millennium ago, the fall of the elder gods a few years back.

Various reasons have made the danger of the Tariel Continent to a point where regular forces simply cannot maintain a foothold here.

According to past plans, the entire continent should have been designated as a no-go zone.

Because it’s just too dangerous here.

The cost incurred and the potential future gains seem disproportionate.

At least, that’s how most people see it.

The Night Watchers’ slogan is to save the world, to face the imminent apocalypse, which is no secret among adventurers.

But sometimes it’s hard to understand why spending such a huge price, wasting so many resources, manpower, and material to open up this continent?

It seems meaningless.

These wasted resources could totally be used for dealing with the Void.

No answers have been given to this question for now.

At this moment, a strange hum swept overhead, carrying a magic power wave that soothed the restlessness.

The two couldn’t help but look up.

In the high sky several hundred meters above the port fortress, a silver-gray floating structure was emitting a gentle and stable glow.

It was not a traditional high tower, but more like a multi-layered enormous combination of flowing metal and crystals, with the core surging with visible blue and white magic energy streams.

Floating Tower.

A signature building of the Mage United Council.

However, the Night Watchers now had the ability to construct them, and through their own capabilities, they had made various modifications.

Turning it from a normal mage floating tower, a unit for research and residence, into a unit with various functions.

"That thing, tsk," Hogg clicked his tongue, with a trace of awe and curiosity in his tone, "the ’Order Anchoring Tower’, the big guy that just rose up yesterday.

"I heard those Elf Mages mutter that they rely on it to smooth the chaos magic power around here, which was like boiling water. You’d be afraid to cast a fireball before, fearing self-immolation, but now... it’s so much better."

He could feel the chaotic magic flow, which was originally omnipresent and pricked the skin, within the range illuminated by the tower’s light, becoming gentle as a stream, which was incredibly significant for casters and magic guide equipment.

When first arriving, the chaotic magic power was still tolerable, but staying in such a place for a long time indeed made normal order beings feel agitated.

Over time, it would cause some adventurers with already unstable minds to become frantic, irritable, and develop various negative emotions.

By then, all sorts of problems might arise within the expedition team, requiring huge efforts to maintain order and stability.

That would not be worth it.