A different world game? A different world game!

"For order! For Blood Pit Fortress! For Bloodbath Fortress! Forward!"

The soldiers near the rendezvous point roared with deafening fury, their morale soaring.

The combined suppression has begun!

The combined forces of Order, having been reborn, suddenly launched a more ferocious and coordinated offensive.

The Night Watchers' precise data link command and the Bloodbath Fortress formation's rich experience complement each other perfectly.

The dwarven shield guards stood at the forefront, while the Night's Watch shield guards filled the gaps and provided flank protection, forming a super shield wall that was almost seamless.

The Avengers and the Minotaur heavy cavalry transformed into the sharpest spearheads, repeatedly charging under the cover of the shield wall, tearing the demons' formation to shreds.

Long-range firepower provided an overwhelming advantage.

Elven archers, Night Watch rangers and mages, and the alchemical artillery of Bloodbath Fortress together weave a vast and incredibly dense web of death.

The demonic waves of attack were constantly crushed and evaporated before this net.

Destroy everything!

The allied forces advanced with unstoppable momentum, capturing two small, devilish outposts blocking their path in one fell swoop!
Those deformed structures made of bones and profane metal collapsed like sandcastles under the bombardment of dwarven rune cannons and the raids of the Night's Watch demolition squads.

The demons that lurked within were either annihilated or fled in disarray.

"The third one! Tear it down!"

Leilia's greatsword was pointed at the last medium-sized outpost blocking the planned advance route not far away.

It was a fortress built against several huge, twisted rock pillars, and was occupied by a large number of Flood and Horned Demon overseers.

The allied forces surged forward like a tidal wave.

The dwarven shield bearers advanced steadily, braving the acid spray and spears emanating from the cracks in the rock pillars, while alchemical cannonballs and arcane missiles eliminated the firing points on the rock pillars one by one.

The Avengers and Minotaur heavy cavalry launched a fierce attack from the flanks.

As this outpost, which had existed for countless years, was about to follow in its footsteps, the long-suppressed rage within the dark fortress at the heart of the demon camp finally erupted.

"Roar—!!! You damned Order brats! Don't even think about taking another step! Grandpa Grol is here to crush you!"

With a roar that shook the earth and scorched the air, a massive figure engulfed in raging hellfire charged toward the demon camp like a meteor.

High Berserker Lord - Grol!
He trampled the lowly demons that blocked his path, leaving lava footprints with every step on the scorched earth, his massive double-bladed battle axe trailing behind him, carving a long, charred trench.

Behind him surged an elite legion of berserker demons like a black iron torrent, roaring with bloodshot eyes, completely ignited by the lord's ferocious battle intent.

"It's Grol! He's here!"

A solemn warning came from the direction of Bloodbath Fortress.

It's important to understand that this is a rare rotation of demon lords, so they naturally want to know the details about the new demon lord.

"give it to me!"

There was no fear in Leilia's eyes, but rather a burning fighting spirit.

She knew that as the supreme commander of Blood Pit Fortress, she had to stand up and confront the enemy's vanguard general to boost morale and prevent the enemy from tearing apart their formation.

Even if her current strength is absolutely inferior to the other party's, so what?
She was never afraid of fighting.

Crimson battle aura erupted from Lelia's body like tangible flames, instantly melting the steel platform beneath her feet.

With a sudden burst of power from its hooves, the horse shot forward like an arrow toward the ferocious, charging lava giant.

It crashed straight into it.

"Your opponent is me, big guy!"

"You little bug! You're asking for it!"

Grol was enraged to see that someone dared to confront him. His massive hellfire battle axe, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through space, slashed down at Lelia in mid-air.

The violent force even distorted the air in front of the axe blade.

boom! ! !
Instead of engaging in a direct confrontation, Lelia nimbly glided sideways through the air with incredible agility.

The greatsword, with a piercing whistling sound, precisely struck the relatively weak spot on the side of the axe blade.

A piercing clang of metal clashing against metal rang out, accompanied by a violent energy explosion.

Leilia shuddered violently, her arms went numb, and she was slammed to the ground by tremendous force, carving a deep trench in the blood and mud, with dust billowing everywhere.

Grol's massive body swayed slightly, his axe swing deflected, but he immediately adjusted with a savage grin, sweeping his giant axe across the room and creating a scorching storm.

"Not bad in strength! But still far from enough!"

Grol roared, and his giant axe swung down once more with devastating force.

Leilia rolled up from the smoke and dust, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

She did not back down; her crimson battle aura surged once more, runes shone on her greatsword, and she unleashed the Night Watcher's exquisite techniques of deflecting force and counterattacking.

His figure moved like a ghost, weaving through the gaps in Grol's frenzied attacks, parrying and counterattacking.

Her sword could always find the weak points in the opponent's armor or the openings in their attack, leaving behind charred slash marks.

Despite being at a significant disadvantage in strength, with each block sending her blood surging through her veins, she managed to keep this terrifying berserker lord occupied by her far superior agility, exquisite combat skills, and the powerful combat predictions aided by the Night Watchers' data-driven assistance.

The battle between the two was like the eye of a storm, the terrifying aftershocks forcing the surrounding demons and soldiers back.

The battle between commanders was so intense that it was difficult to determine a winner.

Seeing their powerful vanguard lord entangled by a seemingly weak female centaur, the demon's offensive stalled.

Meanwhile, the morale of the Order Alliance was greatly boosted.

"The commander has blocked that giant!"

"Kill! Don't let the commander's efforts be in vain!"

"Smash that watchtower!"

While Lelia held Grol back, the Allied attack on the last outpost reached its climax.

The dwarven shield bearers charged under the remaining fire to the base of the rock pillar, and the demolition team, under the cover of the Night Watch Rangers, successfully placed the alchemical explosives at the key support point.

Boom——! ! !
A deafening roar, more powerful than any previous explosion, followed.

The massive rock pillar supporting the outpost snapped and collapsed amidst a chain of explosions.

The entire demon outpost collapsed completely amidst smoke and the screams of demons, like a giant beast whose spine had been removed.

The third outpost was eliminated.

This is the largest and most coherent tactical advancement achieved by the Order side in nearly a century of the 1121-story bloodbath battlefield.

Control of this area is visibly shifting towards order.

However, just as the dust from the collapse of the third outpost had not yet settled, and the Allied soldiers erupted in triumphant cheers—

An indescribable, cold, viscous shadow, seemingly capable of penetrating the soul, enveloped the entire battlefield without warning.

All sound seemed to be instantly removed, leaving only a chilling, deathly silence.

The healing light cast by the Sky Dragon was distorted and dimmed by an invisible force. The life-giving green light emanating from the constructs also seemed to be frozen.

The battlefield was littered with mountains of demon corpses and remains, the flowing, still-uncongealed purplish-black demon blood, and the shadowy ruins of the recently collapsed outpost...

They all began to wriggle, stretch, and converge unnaturally.

A massive, indistinct figure, formed from pure shadow and despair, slowly rose from the shadows of the mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and ruins.

Its form is constantly changing, with no fixed outline. Only countless twisted tentacles, seemingly made of tormented souls, dance in the void, exuding a nauseating aura of depravity and a terrifying pressure at the level of a god.

It made no sound, but a chilling, piercing intent, like a tangible gust of wind, swept through the souls of every living being on the battlefield.

Order... transgression... ends here...

The chaotic battlefield seemed to have been paused.

Even the berserk Grol temporarily stopped his attack on Lelia, a hint of instinctive fear flashing in his lava-like eyes.

On the command platform of the Blood Pit Fortress, Kana's figure had somehow become suspended in mid-air, his golden eyes fixed intently on the shadow.

From the direction of the Bloodbath Fortress, the Rock God Carlos's mountain-like divine body also erupted with a thick, earthy-yellow divine light. He stepped out of the fortress, and his lava-like gaze was also cast toward the terrifying source of shadow in the center of the battlefield.

Messenger of the Abyss.

That twisted evil god with seven arms, five legs, and three fused goat heads.

The evil god who had previously crossed paths with Kana, exchanged a few words with him, and then left has now appeared here.

The course of the battlefield began to change.

When both sides' deities appear on the battlefield, the course of a war can be drastically altered by the circumstances brought about by the deities.

If the forces of order want to do something, they either need to hold off the evil god on the other side or gain the upper hand.

They absolutely cannot afford to fall into a disadvantageous position, otherwise whatever they do will be a failure.

At this moment, only Kana and the Fallen Messenger in front of him were on the battlefield.

Carlos has arrived and will be here in the blink of an eye.

The other evil god on the opposite side clearly had no desire to watch the show anymore, and fluctuations in divine power began to appear.

In this situation, it becomes necessary to engage in one-on-one combat.

Kana immediately revealed his divine form, signaling the start of the battle.

There's no need to engage in verbal sparring with this evil god in front of us.

He took the initiative and used the power of space to quickly imprison the space around his opponent, appearing in front of him in a flash.

The data-driven, silver liquid arm firmly clamped down and forcibly dragged them away from the main battlefield.

There's no room for four gods to fight here; it would affect the soldiers on both sides.

The demons don't matter, but Kana will feel sorry for them.

So let's take one first.

Space was forcibly torn and folded, leaving behind a strange trajectory shimmering with chaotic golden lines and shadows.

In an instant, the two appeared on a more desolate, scorched earth dozens of kilometers away, covered with huge skeletons.

"A foolish order, how dare it provoke the great 'Messenger of the Abyss'!"

You, with your meager divine power, dare to forcibly drag me away and challenge me to a fight. You're being rather disrespectful.

If you can forcibly elevate yourself to a weak divine level in your own territory, do you think you can forcibly elevate yourself in a place like this?

The three heads of the evil god roared simultaneously, and the chaotic sound waves made the air buzz.

Six lava fire eyes stared intently at Kana's arms, which shimmered with a cold light, and the golden data halo behind him that slowly rotated, seemingly containing endless calculations.

"Leave your laughable earthen fortress! Your feeble divine power is utterly worthless before me! The abyss will devour your soul and crush your divine fire to ashes!"

Kana remained silent, and the only response from the evil god was a sudden outburst of action.

The golden patterns floating on his white robe shone brightly, and his liquid arms suddenly decomposed and recombined, transforming into countless silver data stream chains.

Like living creatures, the chains coiled around the limbs of the Fallen Abyss Messenger, each carrying the power of order that could both analyze and imprison, attempting to disrupt the chaotic divine energy of the evil god and bind it firmly.

The Abyss Messenger was furious, but he had never seen such power of rules before, and for a moment he was indeed controlled.

The tattered black wings flapped wildly, and the dripping asphalt-like liquid instantly turned into highly toxic black smoke that corroded the earth and the chains.

Seven arms unleashed chaotic claw shadows and magical beams, attempting to tear apart this data-driven cage.

The golden halo collided violently with the chaotic flames, and the space groaned painfully as the rules clashed.

Each clash unleashed a devastating shockwave, crushing the massive skeleton below into dust.

Meanwhile, the aerial collisions on the main battlefield were more direct and violent.

The body of Carlos, the god of the rock, has been transformed into a towering, majestic mountain.

Its rocky body is covered with ancient and heavy runes, and every movement is accompanied by the low growl of the earth.

He encountered the newly emerged evil god, who resembled a high-ranking demon who had ascended to godhood.

He's so pure, so pure that you can tell at a glance that he's a high-ranking demon from the abyss who has become a god; his appearance is an enlarged version.

This new evil god is enormous, with a muscular demonic body covered in dark red scales, and a ferocious head with curved horns.

Each flap of its enormous bat wings stirred up a foul-smelling hurricane.

The exaggeratedly heavy hammer in his hand, wreathed in destructive black flames, slammed down with a pure, all-crushing power toward the divine mountain that Carlos had transformed into.

"Unmoved by the solid rock!"

Carlos's voice was like rolling thunder, and every battle scar on his divine armor shone with an earthy yellow light.

Instead of dodging, he used the purest and most profound defensive rules to concentrate his divine power into a single point and meet the heavy hammer head-on.

"boom--!!!"

The deafening roar seemed to tear the entire abyss apart.

The collision of pure physical force and the force of rules generated a visible circular shockwave that instantly leveled the battlefield ruins within several kilometers below.

The lava was stirred up into towering waves, and the scorched earth cracked open into bottomless ravines.

Carlos's divine body swayed slightly backward, and countless fragments of rock collapsed from the mountain's surface, but the runes shone and instantly repaired it.

The demon god was thrown back a step by the recoil, and the black flames on the heavy hammer dimmed a bit.

He let out a roar that was a mixture of surprise and rage, clearly not expecting the opponent's defense to be so strong.

"Interesting, Stone! But how can your turtle shell possibly withstand the wrath of the abyss?!"

The demon god grinned maliciously and swung his heavy hammer again, black flames surging, each strike carrying a force that shook the very rules of the world.

Carlos stood firm like a mountain, his earthen-yellow divine light forming an indestructible barrier, calmly receiving each attack while searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

The battle between the two power-type gods was earth-shattering; every strike shook the very fabric of the battlefield. (End of Chapter)