# 1950
# Chapter 1950
## Chapter 1943: Nine Hundred Thirty-Two
The surface area of these blocks was enormous, averaging five hundred meters in length each. At the edge of one square area, two Night Watch stood facing each other, palms pressed against the ground. The hard, rock-like earth rapidly melted into flowing liquid, forming a square muddy pool.
A helicopter hoisted a silver metal block, slowly lowering it into the mud until it was completely submerged. Then the two Night Watch acted again, solidifying the melted ground back into a stable state. From the outside, there was no difference from before.
Guan Zai walked through these block areas to the city wall. At the top of a massive tower constructed from countless silver metal blocks, a figure cloaked in deep crimson stood alone, carving patterns onto the metal surface.
His Straight Blade served as a pen, the metal as paper. Like an artist absorbed in his own world, he etched complex and magnificent patterns onto the metal block's surface with astonishing speed and precision—patterns that would make anyone's scalp crawl at a glance...
After completing the final stroke, he waved toward the helicopter in the sky. The helicopter's altitude immediately increased, using cables to transport the carved metal block to the neighboring Banruo Pass.
"You should rest for a while." Only then did Guan Zai, who had been watching from the side, finally speak up.
"Keep going like this and your divine power will dry up."
"It won't." Lin Qiye calmly raised his blade, continuing to sketch on the next metal block. "The faith power of the Great Xia people grows stronger by the day. My divine power is nearly inexhaustible now... Using it only to carve forbidden spell formations would be a waste."
"Even if your divine power is inexhaustible, your spirit will still tire... The Cthulhu Faction's general offensive is still seventy hours away. We have enough time. There's no need to push yourself so hard."
"The sooner it's completed, the sooner the border will stabilize." Lin Qiye raised his head, glancing at Guan Zai standing nearby, and said slowly,
"Don't worry, I can still hold... This concerns the lives of over a billion Great Xia citizens. Until these three passes are completed, I won't rest."
Guan Zai wanted to persuade him further, but seeing Lin Qiye had already bent back down to carve forbidden spells, he could only shake his head helplessly and walk toward the command center.
Lin Qiye didn't notice Guan Zai's departure at all. At this moment, his focus had completely gathered on the intricate patterns beneath him. His Straight Blade glided across the metal block's surface, divine light flowing into it as a top-tier forbidden curse gradually took shape...
Suddenly, Lin Qiye's figure wavered slightly. The divine power flowing across the metal block vanished into thin air.
His brow furrowed. He barely supported his body with his Straight Blade as beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from his temples. The scene before his eyes flickered for a moment before slowly returning to normal...
He took a deep breath, casually wiped the sweat from his face, and continued focusing on completing this forbidden curse. He waved toward the sky, and the metal block swiftly rose and disappeared beyond the horizon...
"How many blocks are left?" He turned to ask the Night Watch keeping count.
The Night Watch flipped through some forms and spoke hesitantly,
"There are... nine hundred and thirty-two blocks left."
Lin Qiye said nothing. After a moment of silence, he raised his Straight Blade once more and began carving into the metal block beneath him...
...
Cangnan City, Evacuation Shelter.
Zhao Zhengbin sat in the lobby, casually scrolling through his phone. The large screen in the center of the lobby cycled through all the comedy films from the past thirty years, drawing occasional bursts of laughter from the other people gathered around.
Zhao Zhengbin had no interest in comedy films. Ever since the battle at Sunken Dragon Pass ended two days ago, the Pioneer livestream room had basically stopped broadcasting. Teams One and Two had returned to their respective shelters, and Team Three had streamed just about everything they could at Sunken Dragon Pass. There really wasn't anything new or exciting to watch.
Most of the people in the lobby, like Zhao Zhengbin, weren't actually watching the movies on the screen either—they were just低头刷手机 as usual... They stayed here simply because they didn't want to miss the latest updates from the outside world.
Even though the livestream was temporarily unavailable, what if? What if a new broadcast suddenly appeared?
Zhao Zhengbin's gaze swept across the trending topics on various platforms. The hot topics had gradually shifted from that battle two days ago to discussions about how to better improve life in the evacuation shelter... Although Night Watch-related revelations still popped up endlessly, everyone had shifted their attention to their own lives. After all, eating well and drinking one's fill was what mattered most.
Zhao Zhengbin closed his phone and lay there on the cool floor, gazing up at the spotless ceiling, and let out a long sigh...
He wondered what the Night Watch were doing out there right now?
Was there a new battle?
Did they win or lose?
Just as his thoughts wandered, a voice drifted down from above him:
"Please don't lie on the pedestrian walkway. You're blocking others from passing."
"Oh, sorry, sorry..."
Zhao Zhengbin snapped back to reality and immediately sat up. The speaker was a young man about his age, looking somewhat haggard, wearing work clothes with a red armband around his waist. He looked just like one of those community aunties who managed neighborhood affairs.
Weird... Wasn't the evacuation shelter always maintained by the military?
Where did this young man with the red armband come from?
Just as Zhao Zhengbin was puzzled, a voice called out to the young man. He turned and saw a figure in casual clothes, wearing a baseball cap, waving at him from among the crowd.
The young man's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over. The two struck up a distant conversation.
Obscured by the baseball cap, that person only revealed half their face. Zhao Zhengbin stared at them for a moment, feeling somehow familiar...
Then, as if remembering something, shock appeared in his eyes.
The person being called over—he had just seen them two days ago. It was one of the Night Watch who had rescued them from the "Mystery" during their retreat into the shelter!
And the one with the red armband—was also Night Watch?
In the crowd, it seemed no one noticed the two in the corner. Zhao Zhengbin couldn't contain his curiosity and walked toward them, but before he could take a few steps, the Night Watch had already said goodbye to the young man and vanished into the crowd.
Just as the figure with the red armband was about to leave, Zhao Zhengbin quickly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve.
The young man's brow lifted. He looked back in confusion and gave Zhao Zhengbin a once-over.
"What? Upset that I told you to sit up just now?"
"..." Zhao Zhengbin directly skipped past that topic and asked straightforwardly,
"Are you... Night Watch?"