A different world game? A different world game!

In a forest, several figures moved through it like ghosts. One could only see their shadows leaping forward, but it was difficult to discern their faces.

"Hurry up, we're almost late!" The figure running in front couldn't help but urge, his voice revealing undisguised impatience.

The teammates following behind and around him remained silent, simply following closely and quickening their pace. This time, they were even faster, making no effort to hide. Their figures flew through the forest at a rapid speed, snapping many branches and leaves in an instant.

Soon they were out of the forest and leaping straight outside. What appeared before them was the expected vast plain, but it was desolate and deserted, with only scattered stones and branches on it.

When the first person was about to land, a chocobo appeared below him. The same happened to the teammates behind him.

They mounted their chocobos and sped forward, only then could they see their faces clearly. It turned out that these people were exactly the group that Veil was in.

At this moment, the central area is tracking so urgently, it is obvious that they have found the target.

The one galloping in the front was, of course, the tracking officer, Ange. And the one he was tracking was none other than the one he considered to be responsible for his own mistakes—the [Mercy Master].

Suddenly, a strong aura of chaos gathered madly in front of what they were chasing, and then the power of chaos around them began to rise sharply and spread.

"Hurry!" This time, it wasn't Ange who shouted, but Jondalen, who was a little behind. He rode his Chocobo, increasing his speed again and dashing forward recklessly.

Such a strong chaotic force, there is no doubt that the troublemakers sent by the evil god are performing some extremely advanced ritual. This ritual must be stopped and destroyed, otherwise if chaos is caused here, the consequences will be disastrous.

Upon hearing this, the others also silently quickened their pace. Soon, the situation here was sent out. Judging from the chaotic level of the ritual, it was necessary to ensure that it was suppressed in time.

"Boom!" A loud explosion sounded.

Just as they were about to reach their destination, a three-meter-tall abyssal gate appeared before them. The pitch-black doorframe seemed constructed from piles of bones. Within, a thin layer of energy rapidly spun, seemingly threatening to devour the soul.

"Where are you going? Night watchmen!" A loud shout came from inside the door. A sharp claw with dark red skin like a fleshy jacket stretched out from the door and tightly grasped the door frame. Then a figure squeezed out from inside.

The entire abyss gate was slightly twisted and deformed by the force of its forced penetration. After it had completely penetrated, the door frame could no longer withstand the strong pressure and shattered with a loud "crash".

"You go first, leave this to me!" Tyr stopped the chocobo instantly, and before he finished speaking, he rushed towards the demon with his weapon in hand.

Although he has not yet reached the peak state of level ten, the strength of the demon in front of him is only slightly higher than his, and is still within the range that he can handle.

"Be careful." After saying this, the teammates continued to rush forward without looking back. This was not the time to hesitate.

"Have your companions abandoned you? Poor Night's Watchman!" the demon opened its bloody mouth and asked in a rough and mocking voice.

Tyr just stared at it, weapon in hand, and responded calmly, "It's trust, you confused fool."

"Trust? Hahaha!" The devil laughed loudly, his voice becoming more and more arrogant.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand! But I will understand your feelings at this moment from your soul. It must be wonderful!"

The demon clearly saw Tyr's intention to delay it and the ritual. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his claws and pounced fiercely. "Reckless bastard," Tyr cursed softly, and instantly rushed forward, colliding violently with the demon, and the battle broke out.

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On the other side, the rest of the team rushed forward without stopping. Along the way, many followers of the evil god continued to appear here, taking advantage of this advent ceremony.

"Something's wrong. Why do these demons and damn apostles come so easily? One after another. This ritual can't have such a great effect?" Weil's face was full of confusion.

These apostles who suddenly appeared were clearly not the original believers of the evil god in this world. Without a doubt, they were apostles from outside this world who had already joined the evil god's army.

While not all of them were powerful enough to possess legendary strength, each of them could be considered a formidable force. Such a large-scale arrival was truly puzzling.

Moreover, they saw from afar that although the ritual constructed by the evil god had strong energy fluctuations, it was far from meeting the standards that could support such a large-scale advent ceremony.

After all, not long ago, almost half a month ago, they often saw similar level ceremonies on the front line, but there had never been such a situation.

"Now is not the time to think about these things. We have to rush to the ceremony site first and find out what the hell they are doing!" Jondalen said as everyone rushed to the vicinity of the ceremony venue.

In the depression of the plain, they saw a large number of souls of the dead. Those souls seemed to be infected by some unknown plague and transformed into strange spirits, biting and chewing something in the air.

Fine cracks could already be seen in the air, like the marks left on glass struck by a heavy punch.

"Crack!" Along with the chewing and biting of the soul, you can also hear a squeaking sound similar to that of broken glass being stepped on.

Seeing this scene, Weier couldn't help but complain: "I finally understand why it is so easy for these demons to descend here."

It was clear that the evil god was using some kind of ritual to destroy the already fragile spatial nodes. From the beginning of the ritual to their arrival, only a few minutes had passed, and the space had already been riddled with holes from this tossing.

Jondalen stood there, staring blankly at the scene. His mind was swirling with thoughts, and the scene reminded him of some past events.

"Crack!" There was another sound like glass breaking, and a crack in the air suddenly exploded. Strange waves instantly spread around, and even the power of chaos began to shake.

The impact was so strong that the surrounding followers of the evil god were unable to stand steadily and retreated repeatedly. Even Wei'er and others who had just arrived from the periphery could not help but stagger.

And from the tiny cracks, a faint purple energy diffused out like mist, floating heavily through the air and falling to the ground.

Seeing the fog, Jondalen's mind was struck by lightning.

"Stop them quickly! Even if it costs our lives!" Jondalen shouted at the top of his lungs. He seemed like a madman, exerting all his strength to the extreme and rushing forward without hesitation.

Because he had seen this power before, and this scene was unforgettable in his past experiences.

【Void】(End of this chapter)