A different world game? A different world game!

Just as the three regrouped and prepared to finally put an end to this legendary demon—

Boom! ...
A deafening explosion came from the left flank of the defensive line.

A dazzling, purplish-black beam of light, a mixture of hellfire and spatial tearing energy, forcefully ripped a huge gap, more than ten meters in diameter, through the seemingly indestructible steel rune wall.

Shattered armor plates and flying rune fragments shot out like cannonballs, accompanied by acrid sulfurous smoke and the smell of burnt flesh.

Amidst the chaotic energy turbulence, a terrifying figure that stung the souls of everyone was slowly stepping out of the opening from the pervasive smoke and ripples in space.

He possessed four pairs of enormous membranous wings covered in dark purple scales, resembling those of a fallen angel. Each flap of his wings stirred up scorching air currents and a deep, soul-stirring hum.

His body was tall and well-proportioned, covered in black bone armor with flowing magma patterns, and he held a burning greatsword in his hand, the abyssal fire leaping on the blade distorting the surrounding space.

Level 14!
The legendary great demon – "Void Striker" Marok.

His molten lava-like pupils swept over the chaotic and fearful defenders near the breach, and a malicious grin spread across his lips.

"Let your pain rage!"

With a casual swing of the burning greatsword, a wave of fel energy swept across like a scythe, instantly vaporizing and melting dozens of warriors who were trying to form a temporary defensive line, along with the metal wall beneath their feet!
The screams stopped abruptly before they could even be heard.

I didn't hear the screams I wanted to hear.

"Insects! Be sacrificed for the wrath of the abyss!"

Marok's voice, like countless metal plates rubbing together, reverberated across the entire battlefield with a blasphemous and arrogant tremor.

The terrifying aura even caused the Night Watch warriors and the Astral Elf sisters, who had just stood up, to freeze in their tracks, their hearts feeling as if they were being gripped by an icy hand.

This is an absolutely powerful legend.

This is only the beginning of their battle; the forces of chaos and order have only just clashed.

This should be a time for non-legendary forces to fight each other. Even if legendaries appear, it should only be a battle between those who have just reached the legendary level.

Who would have thought that these top legends would appear directly on the battlefield, unleashing their power without reservation?

It seems the demons of Chaos are enraged this time, clearly under pressure from the will of the Abyss.

Just as Marok was about to swing his sword again to completely destroy this defensive node of the city wall—

"Wow—!"

A sharp dragon's roar, piercing the clouds and seemingly capable of tearing apart the soul, suddenly descended from the higher sky.

The voice was filled with pure, violent killing intent directed at the demons of the abyss.

The power it generated caused many demons to immediately kneel on the ground, struck by the unseen force.

Just as Marok was about to swing his sword again, his lava-like pupils suddenly contracted as a predator-like instinctive sense of crisis gripped him.

Before he could even think, his four pairs of membrane wings vibrated wildly, and powerful spatial forces surged as he attempted to evade by teleporting short distances.

However, it was still too slow.

A sharp, metallic shadow, moving faster than the limits of visual perception, ripped through the space around Marok like a spear of judgment piercing the heavens.

*Pfft!*
"what!"

A huge, gruesome wound instantly appeared on Marok's chest and upper abdomen.

The burning demon blood spewed out like a furnace being overturned.

The legendary abyss armor covering his chest was torn apart like a piece of paper, the edges of the wound charred black, retaining some extremely sharp power that suppressed the law of regeneration!

"Ugh—!!!"

The intense pain caused Marok to let out a roar filled with shock, anger, and humiliation, completely different from the one he had just used to fight the demon.

He was violently thrown into the air by the enormous impact, tumbling several times before barely managing to regain his balance.

The fire of the abyss burned fiercely at the wound, forcibly sealing the tear and stopping the gushing blood, but the terrible injury could not heal immediately.

Marok looked up in shock and anger.

Above the billowing smoke and floating dust, a relatively "petite" figure, yet exuding a suffocatingly majestic aura, floats.

That's a dragon!

A dragon whose body shape has clearly been compressed by some powerful force, yet still maintains perfect proportions!

His body length is only about ten meters, far smaller than the massive size commonly seen in dragons, but this makes his form appear more condensed and deadly.

Its entire body is covered with thick, dark red scales that resemble solidified magma, with edges that gleam with a cold, metallic sheen.

Its back was covered with sharp, blade-like thorns that extended all the way to the dragon's tail, which had just inflicted the horrific wound on Marok and was end-mounted with a huge, sharp metal blade.

At this moment, the miniature version of the Abyssal Evil Blade Dragon had a killing intent burning in its golden vertical pupils that was colder than the fires of the abyss.

Looking down at the bleeding Marok below, the dragon's wings fluttered slightly, stirring up the chaotic air currents.

“Svira…”

Marok pointed his burning greatsword at the sky, his voice filled with apprehension and boundless rage.

Svenana had received Kevin's orders long ago and had come to the Abyss.

He has participated in many battles in the abyss, so he is already well-known.

Furthermore, the other party is one of the few who defected from the Abyss faction to the Order vehicle, making them somewhat conspicuous.

Each time a powerful demon chooses Svenana as its opponent.

"Damn lizard... how dare you hurt me?!"

The evil dragon in the air spewed out a wisp of scorching white smoke with the smell of sulfur from its mouth and nostrils, as if it had heard an extremely foolish question.

A mental message, filled with arrogance and disdain, like two heavy obsidian stones rubbing together, slammed into the consciousness of Marok and all the legendary beings nearby.

"Shut up, you winged worm. Your blood is barely enough to wet my claws... Now, get down there, or I'll tear you apart and throw you into your latrine!"

In the main world, she would be somewhat more civilized, but in the Abyss, her temper, which she had developed there, suddenly flared up, and she hurled filth and insults at the drop of a hat.

The abyssal dragon, Svira, has descended upon the battlefield.

Her appearance was like an ice bomb thrown into a boiling oil barrel, instantly escalating the already intense battlefield into a brutal battle between legends on a higher level.

The breach in the city wall became a new focal point for the fierce clash between the top combat forces of both sides.

The intensity of the war suddenly escalated at this moment.

Faced with Svenana's insults.

"Insanity!"

The excruciating pain in Marok's chest transformed into a ferocious killing intent. His four pairs of demonic wings flapped violently, causing the spatial power to fluctuate wildly, and his figure vanished from his spot in an instant. Almost at the same moment, Svira's dragon body, compressed to ten meters long yet even more deadly and agile, also moved.

Instead of trying to track the opponent's teleportation trajectory, she relied on her almost instinctive perception of abyssal energy and combat intuition far exceeding that of a normal dragon. Her dragon body, covered with dark red metallic scales, suddenly made a sharp turn in mid-air, defying the laws of physics.

The edges of the dragon wings, covered with sharp bone blades, resembled two enormous guillotines, slicing through the air with a shrill sound as they slashed fiercely at a seemingly empty area to the side.

"Clang—!!!! Sizzle—!"

A deafening clang of metal and a tearing sound of metal rang out simultaneously, loud enough to rip eardrums!
Marok's greatsword, burning with abyssal fire, collided violently with Svira's wing blades, unleashing a blinding surge of energy.

The purplish-black demonic fire and the dark red energy of order fiercely annihilated each other, and the shockwave spread out in the naked eye, instantly turning dozens of demons fighting chaotically below and a few unlucky warriors who got too close into dust.

However, at the moment of impact, a deeper and more deadly cutting sound rang out.

On Marok's legendary breastplate, near the spot where the massive wound had just appeared, another deep, bone-revealing slash had appeared! Dark purple demonic blood spurted out like lava.

Svira's wing blades were not only incredibly tough, but their sharp edges even managed to glide and cut at an extremely precise angle when she clashed head-on with her opponent's greatsword, leaving another wound on Marok's breastplate.

Every protrusion on the abyssal dragon's body, every edge of every scale, has been forged into a deadly weapon.

"Roar—! Traitor! Shame of the Abyss!"

Marok roared in pain, his lava-like pupils almost bleeding with rage.

"Your filthy scales and blades should have been tearing order apart for the abyss! Yet you willingly became the lackey of those hypocrites and pretentious posers! Utterly foolish!"

Ignoring his injuries, he slashed wildly with his greatsword, which carried the power to incinerate everything.

Each sword strike tore through space, leaving a trail of purplish-black energy, as if it were about to cleave the sky in two! The sword's power was as violent as a raging sea, completely engulfing Svirana.

"Lackey? Ha!"

Svira's mental roar was filled with wild mockery, and she met it head-on without fear.

His figure transformed into a killing storm in mid-air, a blend of dark red and metallic cold light.

Her fighting style is wild and direct, yet it possesses the precision and efficiency unique to the Night's Watch.

Each stomp of her clawed dragon feet into the void triggered a muffled burst of air, propelling her into incredible maneuvers.

The sharp bone blades at the elbows, like two heavy hammers and short daggers, fiercely struck the spine and joints of Marok's sword.

The jagged bone spurs protruding from the shoulder blades, back, and even joints have become deadly weapons that can cause injury with a mere graze or death with a single touch.

The most lethal thing was her wing blades and the dragon tail with a huge metal axe structure at the end.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Sizzle—!"

Wing blades for parrying, slashing, and thrusting!
Each clash with the burning greatsword erupted with deafening roars and blinding sparks.

Svira's wing blades were stronger than Marok had imagined; they clashed with the legendary greatsword and only left faint white marks.

She always manages to use the agility of her wing blades and her own exceptional resilience to launch a counterattack the instant she parries—either pecking at Marok's eyes like a viper with her wingtip, or sliding along the blade with the edge of her wing, attempting to tear his armor apart once more.

That terrifying blade tail was even more elusive.

Sometimes it lashes out like a steel whip, with great force, forcing Marok to dodge and parry.

Sometimes it thrusts straight in like a battering ram, with a sharp whistle that pierces through everything.

More often than not, it is like a hidden scorpion, sweeping out from an incredible angle the moment the wing blade attracts attention, the huge axe blade tearing through the air and emitting a deathly shriek.

Marok grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

His prized chaotic magic, the abyssal fel energy powerful enough to erode even legendary Order warriors, was rendered useless against Svira's crimson scales, like a stone sinking into the sea.

The opponent's bloodline, originating from an evil dragon in the abyss, possesses near-absolute resistance to powers of the same origin.

Although his greatsword was powerful and heavy, each strike did indeed cause Svira's dark red scales to shatter, dent, and even splatter dragon blood, but... that was all.

There was no despondency from serious injury, no decline in strength.

After each seemingly heavy blow, the evil dragon's movements remained as swift as lightning, and its attacks as fierce as ever.

It was as if those wounds were just false illusions.

Only the splattered dragon blood and shattered scales proved the attack's effectiveness.

That's the Night's Watch's damned data-driven rules.

As long as they don't die, their combat power will not be reduced.

Marok felt as if he were not fighting a creature, but rather hacking at a tireless war machine draped in dragon skin.

"Cowardly rules! False power! You have betrayed the essence of chaos! You have betrayed the filthy blood that flows within you!"

Marok roared, sweeping his greatsword horizontally. A crescent-shaped, purplish-black sword beam shot out, forcing Svira back and simultaneously blasting away two magic missile launchers and their operators from a section of the city wall below.

"Essence? You, a mad dog raised by the abyss, dare to talk about essence?"

Svira steadied herself in mid-air, her golden vertical pupils locking onto her opponent, her mental roar filled with disdain.

"You are nothing but maggots breeding in the excrement of chaos! What can you do besides destruction and killing each other?"
"What has the abyss given you? Eternal hunger? Endless madness? Or the fear of being torn apart by ever-growing demons? I have found power, true power! Power strong enough to tear apart scum like you!"

For Svenana, the Abyss was never a good place; there were never any pleasant memories there.

Her father, her mother.

One is a fallen blade dragon, and the other is an evil dragon born from the abyss.

Being of mixed blood from both.

She seemed to be born one of the most evil beings in the abyss.

Yet, she also possesses a legacy within her mind.

This allowed her to know beauty, yet she was burdened by her own body and bloodline, and favored by the abyss.

Demons of the abyss, die!

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly swooped down.

It was no longer a test, but carried a resolute killing intent.

Marok roared and swung his sword to meet the attack.

The man and the dragon collided violently in mid-air once again.

"Boom!"

This collision was ten times more violent than any of the previous ones!
The violent energy surge slammed into the ground like a giant hammer.

The battlefield below was instantly cleared, creating a huge circular vacuum. Both demons and defenders were torn apart or blasted away by the shockwave. (End of Chapter)