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Chapter 1073 Witnessing the Heart of the Night's Watch

Teams quickly took their designated positions under guidance.

The smallest teams have several hundred people, while the largest are as vast as an empire, numbering in the thousands.

The huge plaza reserved outside the Blue Ring, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, now seemed rather crowded.

Human voices, horse neighs, the faint hum of alchemical vehicles, and conversations in different languages ​​converged into a deep and grand sound wave.

As far as the eye could see, there were crowds of people, fluttering flags, gleaming armor, and magnificent robes. The scene was so grand that it was a spectacle unseen in a thousand years.

Although the Night's Watch had anticipated a large number of people, the visual impact was still awe-inspiring when tens of thousands of people from all over the world actually gathered before them.

The well-trained night watchmen and their reception and etiquette staff operated with the efficiency of precise gears.

With the assistance of the Soul Guardian squad and the Order Keeper puppets, they quickly guided the teams from various countries, dividing them into pre-defined areas and priorities.

Led by Ariris, the members of the Candlelight Council proactively approached the most influential leaders—the Emperor, the Four Elven Overlords, the Orc Lion King, and the core representatives of the Alliance.

The greetings, pleasantries, and brief welcome were swiftly completed with the Night Watch's characteristic efficiency.

Subsequently, these most important guests and their few key entourage members were directed to the commuter vehicles parked at the front.

As the dark gray or matte silver Night Watch vehicles started up and slowly drove towards the southern part of the City of the Ring Tower along the wide road that had been thoroughly cleared and was guarded by both Order Dolls and Soul Keepers, many people, both inside and outside the vehicles, found it difficult to calm their emotions.

Through a special alchemical technique, one can see outside the vehicle without any obstruction from inside.

It's like a panoramic sunroof.

Many of the accompanying nobles, officials, and even the well-informed leaders of various factions, as the alchemical vehicle moved smoothly along, found their gazes involuntarily drawn to the ever-approaching outline of the City of the Ring Tower outside the window, eventually falling into silence.

Many of them had already "learned" about this city of miracles countless times through reports, magical images, and even the chants of bards.

However, between "understanding" and "seeing" lies a suffocating chasm called "reality".

When that "black wall" that seemed to support the entire sky—the Tower of Trials—truly came into view, all mental preparation crumbled in an instant.

It's too tall!

So high that one must climb almost vertically upwards to barely catch a glimpse of the tower's spire piercing the thick clouds.

The tower is not pure black, but is made of a dark metal that absorbs all light and is unfathomably deep. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, yet it seems to be engraved with ancient runes.

Sunlight flowed across its surface, but it brought no warmth whatsoever; instead, it only accentuated the inhuman, almost divine, immense size and weight of the structure.

It doesn't resemble a building; rather, it's a dark boundary marker piercing the star realm from the earth, rejecting all desecration, and arrogantly proclaiming its existence with a dual sense of physical and spiritual oppression that crushes everything.

"God Father above..."

A king from a remote little country murmured absentmindedly, his head held high and unable to lower for a long time, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing it against the car window.

"This...this is the 'tower' mentioned in the report?"

The voice of a high-ranking official of the empire trembled with disbelief.

"This is clearly... a shadow cast by a deity!"

After a brief moment of collective silence, there came a chorus of suppressed gasps and low gasps.

No one will laugh at someone else's loss of composure, because at this moment, whether you are an emperor with great power or a wise elf ruler who has been around for thousands of years, you feel your own insignificance in the face of this creation.

Even the golden pupils of the Elf Sun King, which seemed to be forged from the blazing sun, contracted slightly at this moment, a rare occurrence.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to analyze the power of the rules contained within the tower, but in the end it only turned into a low and complex sigh.

"Night Watchmen...is this what you did twenty years ago? It's...unbelievable."

The shock in his words even overshadowed the majesty accumulated over a thousand years.

The Queen of the Night beside him, her eyes as deep as the eternal night forest, were also firmly fixed on the Tower of Trials.

She murmured softly, her voice so low that only she could hear it: "No wonder... no wonder she can bear the name of 'savior'."

She recalled the story of the tower—it rose from the ground during the most intense period of the Night's Watch's battle against the evil gods' minions and the Skaven army!

This will and ability to forge wonders amidst the flames of war is far more awe-inspiring than mere grandeur.

The caravan continued smoothly along a road wide enough for ten carriages to travel side by side.

The scenery along the road is constantly changing.

Before even entering the towering southern city walls, the vast functional area surrounding the city of the tower was already in sight.

A vast, honeycomb-like cluster of warehouses stretched out in an endless array, with various alchemical cranes and transport platforms operating efficiently to sort and transfer mountains of materials.

The air was filled with a faint scent of metal, magic crystals, and alchemical potions.

Everywhere you look, you see simple yet functional alchemical machines at work: tracked vehicles that automatically sweep the roads, sprinkler systems that maintain the greenery, and warning towers that scan areas with flashing runes...

These technologically advanced creations silently demonstrate the Night's Watch's logistical and manufacturing capabilities far ahead of their time, leaving many visitors who are seeing them for the first time in awe once again.

As the majestic South City Alloy Gate—a colossal creation whose height is equally awe-inspiring—became clearer in view, a complex mix of awe, curiosity, and deep contemplation about the future surged within the hearts of all the "important figures" who arrived here.

The City of the Tower, a colossal city forged from steel, will, and divinity, has opened its arms to them.

The massive convoy of alchemical vehicles, like a silent, flowing river of metal, steadily and resolutely drove along a wide, straight road, as if drawn with a ruler, toward the majestic entrance to the southern city of the Ring Tower City.

As they drew closer, the visual oppressive feeling emanating from the massive base of the Tower of Trials, which seemed to support the heavens, grew stronger.

It is no longer a symbol of the distant horizon, but has transformed into a real, dark mountain, exuding a cold metallic luster and ancient majesty, dominating everyone's field of vision.

Every passenger in the convoy—whether it was the emperor sitting high on his throne, the elven ruler who had lived in seclusion for thousands of years, or the orc lion king who dominated a region—clearly felt the silent awe emanating from sheer size and power.

They had long "learned" about the city's fame through reports, magical images, and even the bards' epics. The Night Watch's technological leaps and the City of the Ring's "world's best" status had, to some extent, become an unspoken consensus among all the forces of Order.

However, between "consensus" and "personal experience" lies a chasm called "reality," which is enough to crush all psychological preparation.

"Those who actually come to this city and witness it with their own eyes are ultimately a very small minority..."

The emperor gazed silently at the approaching city entrance, which resembled the fangs of a giant beast, through the crystal glass of the vehicle's wide, panoramic sunroof.

As rulers of a nation, they could not leave their center of power for long periods of time. If it were not for this meeting that determined the fate of the world, they would probably never have been able to personally measure the scale of this miraculous city in their entire lives.

Just as they were about to reach the city wall, a magnificent building stretching across the road once again captured everyone's attention. It was not a traditional defensive gate tower, but rather a giant, highly symbolic entrance sculpture.

Carved from single, magically enhanced blocks of pure white stone, its style perfectly embodies the unique aesthetics of the Night's Watch.

The lines are extremely streamlined, and the structure is so simple that it is almost cold. There are no complicated decorations, only huge, powerful geometric blocks that interlock and stack to form a huge arch structure that spans the road.

It is like a frozen, pure white lightning bolt leading to the future, or a simple armband left behind by a giant on the earth, exuding a sense of ritual that transcends time and has a strong visual impact.

The convoy, like a small stream, passed under the magnificent white archway—at this moment, it seemed as if a baptism had been completed, as if stepping from the "outside world" into the "realm of the gods."

Passing through the archway, you truly enter the southern part of the City of the Ring Tower.

Instantly, the sound waves rushed towards us like a tangible tidal wave!

What comes into view is a sea of ​​people on both sides of the avenue.

The building's high-rise terraces, meticulously designed viewing platforms, and even some structurally sound rooftops were all densely packed with people.

They come from all over the world and are of various ethnicities.

Human nobles were dressed in magnificent robes, elves exuded elegant curiosity, dwarves tiptoed, halflings nimbly leaped to higher ground, and orc warriors occupied corners with expansive views…

Over the past month, the Night's Watch has spread the news of the "World Conference" to every corner of the world through its extensive network of channels and influential newspapers.

This is not only a gathering of leaders, but also a powerful boost to all living beings living under the shadow of the void—it symbolizes unprecedented unity and the determination to fight against the end times.

Countless nobles, merchants, adventurers, and scholars, driven by a desire to witness history, feel hope, or simply by curiosity, flocked to this colossal city like rivers flowing into the sea.

Thanks to the incredible size of the South City and the Night Watch's efficient logistics management, the city remains orderly and operates smoothly despite accommodating such a large population.

At this moment, the people gathered on both sides of the street had expressions of excitement, curiosity, and pride on their faces.

They pointed and whispered, their voices blending into a buzzing background noise.

"Look! That's the Emperor's golden carriage! Dragonblood Horse! A real Dragonblood Horse!"

"Behind us! Behind us is the Elven Royal Court's chariot! My God, that unicorn's horn is glowing!"

"The orcs' golden chariot! What huge war elephants! Isn't that the elephant tribe's marshal 'Iron Nose'? I've seen his portrait in the battle reports!"

"That flag! It's the merchant flag of Rock Harbor! Their lord has come too!"

"..."

No official introduction is needed; the unique structure of each team, the bright flags, and the clothing of the accompanying personnel are themselves the most eye-catching identifiers.

Some onlookers from the relevant countries or regions excitedly acted as commentators for those around them who were unaware of the event, their words filled with pride that their country's representatives could participate in such a grand occasion.

The nobles, kings, and leaders of power within the convoy were far more shocked than the onlookers.

They had just passed through the futuristic white archway when they were immediately overwhelmed by the cityscape before them.

The road beneath their feet was unbelievably wide, enough to accommodate dozens of vehicles side by side, and the surface was paved with some kind of sturdy and durable matte material, so clean that it was spotless.

This stands in stark contrast to the images of their own capital city that many visitors recall.

In those cities, once you leave the carefully maintained aristocratic districts or the main avenues, scenes of overflowing sewage, piles of garbage, and foul odors are commonplace.

But here, cleanliness is the only defining characteristic.

On both sides of the road are groups of buildings with different styles, yet coexisting harmoniously.

The Night Watch's iconic cool gray and matte silver color scheme, combined with its geometrically minimalist architecture, creates a towering, sharply defined structure.

The elven-style architecture is adorned with elegant curves and natural elements, and the terraces, entwined with vines, are bathed in soft light;

The dwarven-style, heavy stone buildings resemble sturdy fortresses, with rugged runes faintly visible.

You can even see some exotic spires or domes, representing cultural imprints from other continents.

These diverse architectural styles, under the watchman's powerful urban planning will and data-driven rules, have miraculously blended into an organic whole, without appearing chaotic at all.

Even more dazzling and mesmerizing is the sky.

Looking up, one sees more than just blue skies and white clouds. Numerous uniquely shaped floating towers and floating fortresses dot the sky above the city like stars.

They may be simple spheres, or angular cubes, or inverted mountain peaks, with energy patterns flowing across their surfaces, silently floating and performing functions such as alerting, monitoring, energy transmission, or unknown functions.

These "sky islands" cast flowing light and shadow under the sunlight, adding a touch of otherworldly fantasy to the city.

The city's buildings extend in all directions.

As far as the eye can see, the boundaries of the city are completely invisible.

Only endless rooftops, streets, and aerial structures stretched out, their view blocked by even taller buildings or the massive base of the Tower of Trials in the distance.

Inside the convoy, low gasps of amazement and whispers filled the air.

"By the Holy Light... these streets are cleaner than the gardens of my palace! How did they do that?"

A king from a small southern country couldn't help but wipe non-existent sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Look at the energy circuits of those floating towers... so stable and efficient! This level of alchemy and energy control is simply unheard of!"

A court priest accompanying the group stared intently at the sky, the recording crystal in his hand shimmering faintly.

"The fusion of so many different styles and such a massive scale has been achieved so naturally and orderly."

The elder elf stroked the wooden handrail, his eyes sparkling with admiration for the city's vitality.

"No wonder...no wonder the Night's Watch could single-handedly become the vanguard against the Void. With such a city as its heart, what miracles can't they create?"

The emperor's trusted minister sighed softly, his tone filled with deep admiration.

"Hmph, all show and no substance..."

Wolf King Blackmane muttered something under his breath, but as his gaze swept over the hidden defensive runes on the massive buildings and the dark muzzles of the aerial fortresses, a hint of solemnity flashed deep in his eyes. (End of Chapter)