A different world game? A different world game!

Sulfur winds, carrying a thick, bloody stench, swept across the trembling "Stone Defense Line".

Under the dark red sky, the steel city wall resembled a wounded beast, emitting a muffled groan.

The overwhelming number of inferior demons and cowardly demons were the most numerous cannon fodder.

These demons have been reduced to charred remains and filthy blood and mud under the frenzied long-range firepower of the Order.

This laid a slippery and foul-smelling "carpet" for the subsequent wave of demons.

However, the number of demons is as endless as the abyss itself.

They are chaotic, they kill each other, they are endless.

The attrition of cannon fodder merely creates space for the true backbone to charge forward.

At this moment, the desolate wasteland beneath the city walls was in complete uproar.

Countless horned demons and freaks, possessing the ability to fly or leap, vibrated their damaged fleshy wings or relied on their strong, reverse-jointed lower limbs, ignoring the residual heat waves from the burning order runes on the walls, and poured down on the city walls like a black waterfall flowing backwards.

The city wall was no longer an insurmountable barrier, but became an anvil where the wills and flesh of both sides clashed fiercely.

Instead, it became the real battlefield.

The real meat grinder is on the city wall!
The fierce fighting spread to every inch of the battlements and every corner of the tower.

The sounds of metal clashing, sharp weapons tearing through flesh, the screams of the dying, and the furious battle cries, mixed with a strong stench, constitute the only melody of this hellish place.

The order's defenses were compressed and cut into countless isolated pieces, with a brutal dance of life and death unfolding in every corner.

On a relatively protruding section of the city wall, the metal surface was covered with a thick layer of slippery bloodstains and bits of flesh, making it almost impossible to stand.

A human Night's Watch warrior, his silver-gray standard armor dented and scorched, was desperately holding back a massive stone hammer burning with hellfire with his shield.

Behind them was an alchemical fortress.

This is a location that needs to be heavily guarded, and the demons obviously know this, so they are launching a fierce attack on it.

Each time the stone hammer struck, it was like a meteorite impact, producing a deafening roar. The runes of order flowing across the shield's surface flickered wildly, as if they might go out at any moment.

The alloy bricks beneath the soldiers' feet groaned under the weight, cracks spreading like a spiderweb.

He is the "anchor" of this small battleground—an elite Night Watchman who has just reached the peak of level 10 and is trying to touch the threshold of legend.

His opponent was a "Skullbreaker" power demon, whose size far exceeded that of its kind, and whose level had reached the legendary level eleven!
Even the Night's Watch's elite are helpless against the legendary demon.

Generally, they have to work in small teams, with four to five level 10 peak Night Watchers cooperating with each other, in order to hold back the newly promoted legendary enemies.

But now he is all alone here.

He's not a Soul Guardian yet, and he doesn't have a fixed team.

This mighty demon had just charged onto the city wall amidst a barrage of holy light and elven arrows when it smashed two unsuspecting Bloodbath Fortress warriors into a bloody pulp with a single blow, displaying its terrifying ferocity.

At this moment, the Night Watch warrior, with his stronger will and greater resistance to the abyss, resolutely stepped forward, using his shield and body to block the enemy's advance that was tearing through the defenses.

"Insects! Get out of here!" The Mighty Demon roared, his foul-smelling spittle splattering onto the Night Watchman's visor.

Its eyes burned with a pure desire for destruction, and the massive stone hammer, accompanied by a fierce wind, slammed down once more.

Such a weak creature dared to stand in his way.

He is a legendary demon, while the human before him has only just begun to touch the edge of legend.

They actually dared to block him.

That's practically suicide.

The Night's Watch warrior remained calm, and even with his hands split open and his arms throbbing with pain, he did not retreat a single step.

"Demon, kill me if you dare, otherwise you'll stay here obediently."

Just as the stone hammer was about to strike the shield, two emerald green figures swept past him like a gust of wind.

"Shadow Moon - Slice!"

A clear female voice rang out, and a slashing trajectory, like a crescent moon, precisely struck the weak joint connecting the hammer handle to the side of the giant hammer.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the immense force caused the hammer to veer slightly off course.

"Starry Night - Turbulent Currents!"

Another sound followed immediately, and a dense barrage of blades instantly rained down on the relatively soft waist and lower body of the Power Demon, forcing it to divert its attention and raise its knee to block. Stone Hammer's attack was thwarted once again.

They are two astral fairy sisters.

They were dressed in light, dark green, star-patterned leather armor, and their figures were incredibly agile. Two slender, curved battle blades, seemingly forged from starlight, danced in their hands like deadly whirlwinds.

The strong wind generated by the high-speed assault even briefly dispersed the pervasive sulfurous smoke and bloody stench.

In the eyes of the Night Watchers, both of them were at level ten.

Moreover, they are astral spirits.

His strength was undoubtedly unquestionable. Seeing that help had arrived, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, knowing that he couldn't hold out for long on his own.

However, none of the three were legends, and they had never fought together before.

These three individuals are unable to hold off the enemy and cannot buy much time.

A barely perceptible glint of silver light flashed in the Night's Watch warrior's eyes.

The moment the elf sisters made their move, a strange and resilient "link" was established between him and the two elves.

This is not magic, but the nascent form of rules that awakened from the depths of his soul when he touched the barrier of legend.

A kind of resonance ability, a temporary mental network passively established in the heat of battle through the will to protect, high concentration and strong will to survive.

It allows allies in the same battle to vaguely perceive each other's intentions, the trajectory of their actions, and even intuitive premonitions of danger.

Simply put, it enables your team to become a well-coordinated unit in every battle.

Even now, having just started practicing, I can still get my comrades and myself into a coordinated battle.

The mighty arm of the demon swept across, bringing with it a vicious wind that could tear apart steel.

The Night's Watch warrior didn't even speak; he simply lowered his shield slightly and shifted his weight backward.

The older sister on the left, "Starry Night," immediately understood. Her battle blade coiled around the giant arm's elbow joint like a serpent, disrupting its power trajectory, while she shouted in a delicate voice.

"Moonshadow, flank!"

The younger sister on the right, "Moon Shadow," lunged forward like a phantom, her blade aimed directly at the knee of the supporting leg of the powerful demon.

"Annoying flies!"

The demon was enraged and felt as if its movements were being predicted.

This greatly displeased him, and his anger began to surge, causing chaotic forces to take effect.

Climbing onto the city wall, the combat environment there made him very uncomfortable.

The omnipresent floating towers on the city walls, with their suppressive aura of order, acted like invisible shackles, weakening the power bestowed upon it by the abyss. The holy aura permeating the air further sluggish the flow of fel energy within it. Guided by "Battlefield Resonance," the three coordinated their movements with a tacit understanding, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

The Night Watch warrior seized the moment when the Mighty Demon was restrained by the Elf sisters and his movements were slightly stiff, and suddenly thrust his shield upwards at an angle.

"Barrier of Order - Recoil!"

The runes on the shield suddenly lit up with a dazzling silver light, slamming hard into the handle of the stone hammer, where the old force had just been exhausted and the new force had not yet been generated.

"clang--!"

Amidst the ear-piercing clang of metal against metal, the massive body of the Mighty Demon was actually knocked off balance by the force of the clever and orderly recoil.

For the first time, the enormous stone hammer slipped from his grasp, flying out of his hand and crashing down into the distant horde of demons with a whooshing sound, crushing a large portion of them.

flaw!

"Now!" the older sister shouted sharply, her eyes gleaming.

"Star Shattering - Moonfall Slash!"

The sisters' swords flashed and clashed instantly!
The Starry Night Blade traced countless dazzling trajectories, weaving a cage of starlight that enveloped the upper body of the Mighty Demon.

Meanwhile, Yueying's figure completely merged with the blade light. A crescent-shaped blade light, condensed to its extreme and accompanied by a shrill sound of tearing through the air, pierced the night sky like a shooting star, precisely cutting into the gap in the shoulder blade exposed by the Power Demon due to its loss of balance.

"Pfft—!"

The filthy, deep purple demonic blood gushed forth like a fountain.

A demonic arm, covered in thick keratin, bulging muscles, and thicker than an adult human's waist, was severed by this single strike with a sickening tearing sound, along with half of its shoulder armor.

"Roar! Ro ...

The Demon of Might let out a deafening howl of pain. The intense agony caused it to lose its mind in an instant. Its remaining left arm, imbued with a frenzied will to destroy, slammed down like a battering ram at its sister, Moon Shadow, who had paused in mid-air for a moment in order to deliver the fatal blow.

However, at this critical moment, a silver-gray figure, under the horrified gazes of the two elves, resolutely stood in front of Moonshadow like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Bang—Crack!"

The heavy, demonic fist slammed solidly into the chest and abdomen of the Night's Watch warrior.

A clear cracking sound rang out, and he was thrown far away like a stone being flung with all his might, crashing heavily into a protruding metal cannon base behind him with a dull thud.

He collapsed to the ground, his breastplate visibly dented, and a large amount of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth beneath his visor.

"No!"

Both Xingye and Yueying exclaimed in surprise, "This is some essence!"

They got excited. In that instant, although there was a flaw, it wasn't a big one.

Their selfless attack, while severing one of their opponent's arms, also gave the opponent the opportunity to launch a full-scale attack, leaving the two defenseless.

Based on the situation on the battlefield, all they need to do is hold off the enemy; such casualties may not necessarily be a good thing.

Because both of them would be severely injured and powerless after that episode, even a legendary demon with only one arm left is not someone a Night's Watchman can stop.

This was a tactical mistake.

It was this mistake that forced the Night's Watchman to react on the spot, causing this unfamiliar Night's Watchman to suffer a potentially fatal blow.

"Damn ants, you'll get a taste of Lord Aletto's power."

However, just as the Demon of Might and Magic, writhing in pain and triumphantly seeking revenge, burst into maniacal laughter and attempted to pounce on the wounded warrior, an unbelievable scene unfolded—

The Night's Watch warrior, whose sternum should have been shattered and internal organs ruptured, let out a suppressed groan and, with trembling arms, supported himself on the ground and shakily... stood up.

His dented breastplate is slowly self-correcting and repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Despite his body hunching slightly from the excruciating pain and his rapid, blood-tinged breathing, his eyes, peeking out from the helmet's gaps, burned with a light more resilient than hellfire, locking onto the one-armed Mighty Demon once more.

"...The Night Watchman..."

Xingye instantly understood, recalling the rumors about the Night Watch's incredible tenacity.

That is said to be the ability to datafication.

As long as the will remains unbroken, the body can continuously draw life force from a certain source of order, quickly suppressing injuries and restoring combat readiness.

Of course, this is just speculation from people outside who don't understand data.

Unless they suffer an instantaneous and fatal blow, they can rise again and again like undead cockroaches on the battlefield.

Essentially, the health bar wasn't actually depleted.

Even if you only have a little blood left, as long as you're not dead or directly crippled, you're in good condition.

"Catch!"

Without hesitation, Moonshadow untied a delicate crystal potion emitting a soft, life-giving green light from her belt and tossed it precisely to the Night's Watch warrior.

This is the precious "Starlight Healing Dew" of the Astral Elf race, which can accelerate life recovery and relieve severe pain.

The Night Watchman caught the potion with slightly stiff movements, glancing at the two elven sisters through his visor.

Their eyes held pure guilt.

He silently uncorked the bottle and drank the fragrant liquid in one gulp.

A warm and gentle force instantly flowed through my limbs and bones, greatly relieving the severe pain in my internal organs and the feeling of misalignment from bone friction.

Its effects are no worse than the potions made by the Night's Watch.

He did not refuse, nor did he need to say anything. This care from his temporary comrade-in-arms was invaluable on the cruel battlefield.

Moreover, this should alleviate the other party's guilt, as it was just a mistake on the battlefield. After all, it was their first time cooperating, and even with his resonance ability, their cooperation could not be perfect.

Because they didn't even know each other's abilities and strength, if he had known that these two elf sisters were so powerful, he should have been the one to forcefully create an opening, and there wouldn't have been that problem just now.

"Thanks!" he said in a hoarse voice, which sounded somewhat muffled through his visor.

He twisted his neck, making a slight cracking sound, and gripped his sword and shield tightly again; the dented breastplate had partially regained its shape.

The older sister gripped her battle sword tightly, her sharp eyes locking onto the powerful demon, who was beginning to show signs of fatigue due to his severed arm and bleeding.

"It's not over yet, you damned demon."

The wound on the severed arm of the demon warrior had been sealed, and the hot, scarlet blood had stopped dripping.

Looking at the three who had regrouped, their eyes were filled with the desire to fight and the madness of slaughter.

"Very good, very good, that's how it should be. Come on, let's fight! I will twist off your heads and chop your bodies into mincemeat."

"And the heads of the three of you will become my spoils, hanging forever at my waist."

As he spoke, he picked up a hammer with his remaining arm and fiddled with the skulls strung around his waist. The various skulls represented different races.

"You've missed your chance, you fool."

The younger sister cursed without hesitation. (End of Chapter)