"It's President Abraham's bell toll."
Everyone came to the square spontaneously, and on the high platform of the square, a handsome middle-aged man with black hair and a burly body, his face stern, appeared.
"Headquarters has responded to my request, by tomorrow, the support will arrive."
"In addition to personnel, there will also be weapons, if we can get through these toughest two days, we can make it through this crisis!"
Hearing his words, the crowd below was invigorated.
"Now I will distribute the final material supplies to everyone."
As Abraham spoke, he ordered the Demon Hunters standing by to distribute the ammunition supply, and finally he took out a palm-size black box.
"If it comes to a critical moment, and you suffer a fatal injury, you can take this potion, but remember only at the very last moment!"
Abraham instructed, word by word.
