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Chapter 1146 - 797: Logistics Capability (Part 3)

Extravagance, waste, squandering resources.The damn Night Watchers are ridiculously wealthy.

So rich, why don’t they share some with me?

What drives the Adventurers and bystanders insane the most is the mountain of various potions and supplies.

Can you really pile these things up?

Are these things stored in piles? Huh?!

Many goods were already packed in spatial transportation crates when loaded onto the ships, so they have no clue what is inside.

But now we need to take these things out of the spatial storage crates, which makes many things clear.

So, this is what is inside.

The boxes piled under their feet on the ship are all damn "gold"?

The Night Watchers’ logistics personnel treat these like ordinary goods, not life-saving potions worth their weight in gold.

Dozens of barrels filled with the clear, naturally fragrant "High-Efficacy Antidote Concentrate" were pushed off the ship.

These potions should be stored in beautiful transparent potion tubes, instead they were packed in barrels and mistaken for beer.

Bundles upon bundles of neatly packaged, clearly labeled "Hemostatic Gel Dressings".

Bleeding, this kind of detrimental effect, is the most annoying for Night Watchers because it continuously drains health.

But it’s inevitable in battles, so they’ve developed targeted rapid healing methods.

Cases of neatly stacked Mid-Efficacy Magic Recovery Potions, lined up like ordinary beer bottles, the potions were crystal clear, glimmering with a faint blue light under the lights.

Never mind, at least the beneficiaries weren’t using barrels.

Even more exaggerated, are those used extensively in naval battles, which once amazed veterans as if whole bottles were poured down, High-Efficacy Healing Potions.

Night Watchers affectionately call these potions red bottles, and the Magic Recovery Potions blue bottles.

Where these names originated is untraceable, but among Night Watchers, they have long been widespread, and many Adventurers call them this too.

Now they are being unloaded box by box, the markings on the boxes are dazzlingly clear - "500 per box".

Damn Night Watchers, I’m going to fight with you!

The once noble Alchemist, now the muddy-footed Adventurer, yelled like crazy, held back by his companions around him.

"No... no no no! How can you... store potions like this?! What if they break! Squandering resources!"

An old man dressed in faded outdated noble attire, seemingly a court Mage from a small country, his face flushed red.

Watching logistics personnel casually dragging a box containing hundreds of red potions, he beat his chest and screamed as if not a crate but his father’s urn was being smashed.

Beside him, the leader of a large Mercenary Corps, a seasoned, composed iron man, looked at the supply heap, especially those potions, and involuntarily swallowed hard.

The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably several times, finally sighing with a deep sense of powerlessness and defeat: "...Goodness...so many top-notch life-saving potions, made like unsellable...beer kegs?"

"Our Mercenary Corps gets a few bottles of such quality red potions, the leader personally guards them, using them stingily... do Night Watchers treat potions like water?!"

Oh, don’t mention it, they really can be used like water, especially in intense battles.

This red bottle is the most produced potion.

Its production far exceeds the Night Watchers’ needs.

However, the blessings have just started widespread about half a year.

So these supplies need some more time to reach everyone.

Keep in mind, Night Watchers have been developing for over a decade.

But life will get better, everyone confirms this.

Before the Void arrived.

Those following behind the fleet in the name of observation but actually for intelligence gathering, representatives of other Kingdoms, city-states, or large organizations, showed varied expressions.

Astonished, dazed, incredulous, bitter, jealous... Finally, they all transformed into a deep sense of powerlessness and defeat.

Though they had known some information about Night Watchers long ago.

But truly seeing this scene, the feeling is completely different.

They silently took out Recording Crystals or parchment scrolls, trying hard to record everything, but ultimately discovered bitterly.

The Night Watchers’ demonstrated logistics ability and material reserve depth have exceeded their understanding and imagination.

This is no longer simply describable by "powerful", it’s a structural crush that completely changes the form of warfare and the basis of survival.

They finally understood why Night Watchers dared to undertake such a grand expedition—the supporting power behind them makes all traditional forces on the continent feel suffocated.

Why Night Watchers are so confident and actively preparing for war, everything has a reason.

Lurik stood atop the towering command tower at the [Warship Port], watching the expansion area spreading rapidly like a precise ant nest, supply hills, and the continually outward expanding elite battle groups and reconnaissance teams.

His resolute face showed no pride, only steely calm and mastery of time and efficiency.

He watched the panels constantly updating Light Guardians clearing coordinates and Night Patrol marking initial safe route grids.

He issued new orders: "Logistics module C area, prioritize assembling the medical center. Resource Department, receive Night Patrol D7 grid mineral data, initiate first-phase automated mining platform setup program. Prepare to expand a five-kilometer safe zone by dusk."

The issued commands, to those who don’t understand, have already begun to conflict with the surrounding art style.

But Night Watchers are a group of beings with high acceptance capability, due to datafication, they do not resist these order-representing data.

The cold and efficient directives, like fitted gears, propel this newly landed steel city to expand visually on Tarir’s deadly coast.

Strong military force, efficient exploration, extravagantly luxurious supply provision...

Night Watchers, landing for less than a day, already forcibly brought this millennium-silent dangerous continent into their order and control.

This is the Power of Night Watchers!