A different world game? A different world game!

The solid rock-solid defensive walls emitted a tooth-grinding groan.

The metal armor plates near the point of impact were like iron plates struck by a heavy hammer, dented and twisted inward, covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The terrifying impact caused Marok and Svirana to lose their flight, and like two intertwined meteorites, they crashed down onto the battlefield below.

"puff--!"

"Ugh!"

Near the crash site, both the horned demons attempting to surround and the minotaur warriors forming a defensive formation were instantly blasted away.

The earth was smashed into a deep crater, and smoke and dust mixed with blood mist shot into the sky.

Amidst the smoke and dust, only the more intense and wilder clanging of metal and the sounds of flesh colliding could be heard.

"Tear you apart! Hang your dragon head on my throne! Let all the abyssal bastards see the fate of traitors!"

Marok's furious roar echoed from the dust.

He was burning with rage; anger had reached his head and permeated his soul.

"Throne? A pile of stones in the abyss cesspool dares to call itself a throne? Your head is only fit to roll into the alchemical furnace and become garbage in the cesspool!"

Svira's counterattack was even more vicious, accompanied by the "sizzling" sound of sharp blades tearing through flesh.

It seems that it was because it had returned to the abyss.

Or perhaps this battle reminded his body of the carnage he had fought in the abyss.

Both actions and behaviors began to become bloody.

She is the offspring of an evil dragon and a blade dragon.

He is an absolute warrior dragon, an absolute killer.

Two figures, like runaway drills, frantically slashed and rolled across the battlefield.

Wherever it passed, demons and soldiers of order were swept up in this legendary storm and instantly torn to shreds.

A path of death, paved with flesh and blood and shattered weapons, spread rapidly across the scorched wasteland.

This is the most common sight on the battlefield of the abyss.

The aftermath of the strong.

The first lesson all warriors who come to fight on the battlefield of the abyss must learn is how to fight demons and struggle against the abyss.

The second lesson is how to avoid getting involved in battles at a higher level.

"Bang—Crack!!!"

Finally, with a deafening roar and the clear sound of bones breaking, the two entangled figures crashed heavily into another, slightly weaker section of the city wall's auxiliary support structure.

The rigid alloy skeleton groaned under the strain, twisting and deforming.

The rune armor plates covering it shattered and peeled off in large areas, like fragile glass.

Smoke, dust, and gravel filled the air.

As the smoke and dust cleared, all eyes on the battlefield turned to this spot.

Svira's scarred, dark red dragon body was seen relentlessly suppressing Marok.

One of her dragon feet, covered with sharp bone blades, was stomping hard on the joint of Marok's right arm, which was holding a sword.

The legendary greatsword, burning with abyssal fire, lay to the side, its demonic flames dimmed.

Svira's terrifying dragon tail, with a huge battle axe embedded at its end, was raised high like an executioner's guillotine.

Wrapped in dark red energy condensed to its extreme, the axe blade was dripping with scalding demon blood.

Just moments ago, during the close-quarters grappling and tumbling as it fell to the ground, this elusive blade seized a perfect opportunity and, with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, forcefully severed Marok's left arm.

The severed arm lay twisted and twitching not far away.

Dark purple demonic blood gushed out like a waterfall from Marok's severed arm and the huge wound on his chest.

His aura had clearly weakened considerably, and for the first time, his lava-like pupils revealed an undisguised pain and... a trace of fear.

"No... Impossible! You damned traitor! The Abyss will not let you get away with this..."

Marok struggled, trying to gather fel energy in his remaining right arm to fight back.

Why is the opponent so strong? They managed to suppress him so quickly during the battle.

Even if the surrounding environment is unfavorable to him, it shouldn't be like this.

"The abyss? Today it will witness your final moments!"

Svira's golden vertical pupils were icy cold, devoid of any warmth, and a mental roar containing pure destructive will pierced through Marok's mind.

She is slaughtering demons, just as she always has.

She was once a part of the abyss, but now she stands on the side of order.

"Your performance is over, you insect! Take your fear and go back to the chaotic cesspool to rot!"

The high-raised blade of the Switch Axe, carrying a terrifying shriek that seemed to tear everything apart and the full power of Svira's body, slashed down fiercely.

The target is Marok's hideous demon head!

The shadow of death instantly enveloped the proud Void Striker.

The Dragon Tail Axe slashed down with a piercing shriek that tore through space! Marok's lava-like pupils contracted sharply in despair.

Like a guillotine falling.

Clang—!
A deafening, muffled, and viscous explosion, far more powerful than the clash of metal!
The axe blade did not shatter the demon's head, but instead struck a semi-transparent energy shield that appeared out of nowhere, emitting an ambiguous pinkish-purple glow.

The shield trembled violently, its surface churning with chaotic magic like boiling mud.

Countless twisted, desire-filled whispers seeped from it, attempting to penetrate Svenana's will.

Although the shield shattered instantly under the terrifying power of order and brute force contained within the battle axe, turning into countless pink fragments of light, even in that insignificant moment—

"Ugh!"

Marok let out a roar of relief, his arm, which had been pinned down, burst forth with its last bit of strength and rolled violently to the side.

boom!
The axe cleaved deep into the ground, splitting the hard, scorched earth along with the rocks below, creating a bottomless chasm. The shockwave sent Marok flying in a sorry state.

Svenana's golden vertical pupils instantly locked onto the source of the energy shield.

Less than five steps away from Marok, a pink vortex, like ripples on water, rippled through the air.

A figure so graceful it could drive any man mad languidly "glided" out from within.

It was Sheila, the succubus lord. Her tight-fitting leather armor, as black as ink and adorned only with ornate bone ornaments at key points, perfectly outlined her breathtaking curves.

The bat's wings folded gracefully behind it, the slender bony spikes at the ends trembling slightly.

A tail with heart-shaped barbs swayed gently as if it were alive, exuding a deadly allure.

Her face wore a languid smile that could melt the hearts of saints, and her eyes seemed to hold the sweet venom of the entire abyss.

Svenana's senses swept over the opponent in an instant, like the most sophisticated alchemical instrument—a level 15 legendary!

Although succubi are not known for their pure physical combat prowess, a level 15 Abyss Lord represents a qualitative leap in power.

Although judging from her aura, Sheila was far from being a peak level 15 who had touched the gates of divinity, the oppressive feeling brought by this level still made the muscles under every scale of the level 14 Svenana instantly tense up.

After all, there's a significant difference between levels 15 and 15.

Qiang was already standing in front of the gate, with half a leg already inside.

Even the weakest among them can barely reach this level.

"Oh dear~"

Sheila's voice was like the finest honey, yet with a touch of husky magnetism; every syllable felt like a tickle on the tip of one's heart.

"Look who's here! Our once elegant yet fiery little sister, Svenana!"

Ignoring the severed-armed Marok struggling to his feet from the ruins, her gaze, like tangible fingers, brazenly caressed Svenana's dark red dragon body, which was covered in battle scars.

Finally, his gaze settled on those golden vertical pupils burning with icy killing intent.

"Look at you, all dirty and hurting my little darling," she said flippantly to the panting Marok.

"Why bother? What have those cold, hard tin cans of the Night's Watch given you? Cold, rigid rules and endless battle orders?"

Sheila's figure vanished like a ghost, and the next moment, her warm breath, carrying an alluring and decadent fragrance, almost directly hit Svina Anna's eardrums.

Despite being separated by scales, the voice seemed to penetrate directly into my mind, filled with an indescribable allure and blasphemy:
"Only the abyss remembers your true form, sweetheart. Deep down, you crave the destructive pleasure of tearing, burning, and ravaging everything... and those more primal, more intense joys..."

The tip of her tail, like a lover's finger, seemed to want to brush against the scales that clung to Svenana's skull. Her voice lowered, becoming hoarse, carrying a naked, provocative desire.

"Look at your powerful scales and blades... I really want to 'taste' their luster and hardness myself. Come back with me, Little Dragon King, I will let you experience what it's like to truly 'burn' beyond the rules... a thousand times more wonderful than this tedious fighting..."

Succubi don't just seduce men; they seduce all life.

"Shut up! You disgusting scum of lust!"

Svenana's mental roar was like a thunderclap, filled with violent rage and a hint of extreme disgust at having touched upon certain shadows.

A surge of killing intent erupted from his golden, vertical pupils. The blade's tail whipped up violently, and the axe swept towards Sheila's position with a sharp whistle.

However, Sheila's figure had already vanished like smoke, leaving only a string of silvery yet mocking laughter echoing in the bloody air.

"Hehehe... Your temper is still so fiery, so cute~ Let's catch up properly next time, my sweetheart~"

A flash of pink light and shadow, along with Marok who had just regained his footing, instantly disappeared into the re-closing spatial ripples.

Damn it!

Svenana's roar contained endless frustration.

Being so blatantly humiliated and teased by a demon lord of a higher rank and with a special talent for spiritual enchantment infuriated her even more than being struck by the Ten Swords of Marlock.

However, before she could vent her anger...

"Boom!!!"

A more violent, purer, and terrifying aura, filled with destructive fighting spirit, swept in from the side and rear like a tsunami.

The earth trembled violently under the heavy footsteps, and the air exploded as it was compressed by pure force.

A six-meter-tall figure, resembling a mobile mini-fortress, ruthlessly smashed through the demons and rubble blocking its path, tearing through the dust and rushing forward at breakneck speed.

He is Balut, the "Skull Crusher" and a vanguard general under the Demon Lord Balzac!

This is a level 15 Berserker Demon Lord.

Barut was covered in thick, dark red horn armor that resembled a battering ram, with his joints covered in menacing rams and bone spikes. He wielded two serrated double-edged axes, each larger than his body and burning with viscous abyssal fire.

His narrow, exposed eyes held no rationality, only a burning, pure desire for battle and destruction.

The violent aura was like a tangible shockwave, causing the remaining low-level demons around to explode and die instantly.

"Roar—!!! Dragon! Powerful prey! The blood promised by Lord Balzac!!"

Barut's target was crystal clear: Svenana, who had just been through a fierce battle and was still recovering from her injuries.

Two giant axes, with the force of splitting the heavens and earth, cleaved down without any fancy moves.

Before the axe blade even arrived, the terrifying gale-force winds caused the alloy foundation beneath Svenana's feet to cave in.

This is pure, overwhelming power, enough to severely injure or even kill a level fourteen being with a single blow.

Svenana's pupils contracted sharply, and she used her blade tail and wings to try to evade.

But Balut's speed was astonishing, and her attack range covered all her dodge angles.

She couldn't dodge this attack; if she took it head-on, she would be severely injured!
Just as the shadow of the giant axe was about to engulf Svenna—

"Barut! Your opponent is still me!!!"

A roar as loud as a collapsing mountain exploded out.

A similarly enormous figure, enveloped in a silver-gray aura of order and heavy wind pressure, descended from the sky like a god, crashing heavily between Svenana and Balut.

Boom-! ! !
The earth was violently dented like a drumhead, and the shockwave instantly cleared the surrounding area for tens of meters.

Amidst the smoke and debris, a massive tower shield, its edges covered with jagged serrations and its center inscribed with Titan runes and the Night's Watch symbol, stood firmly in place.

clang--!!!
Barut's double axes slammed into the tower shield.

The collision of unimaginable, terrifying forces erupted with a metallic roar a hundred times more deafening than thunder.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, exploded in a ring, blasting demons and warriors further away away.

Blinding sparks of energy and metal fragments erupted from the point of contact between the shield and the axe blade.

The tower shield shook violently and shifted backward several meters, carving two deep trenches in the ground, but ultimately it steadily withstood the blow that was powerful enough to split mountains.

The figure holding the shield—a Titan-hybrid giant warrior nearly four meters tall, with muscles bulging like cast metal and skin a bluish-gray like rock—trembled violently, his feet sinking deep into the ground, yet he did not retreat an inch.

In his other hand, he gripped a heavy greatsword the size of a door panel, its blade also covered with serrated edges. At this moment, the tip of the sword was pointing diagonally at the ground, emanating a cold, menacing aura.

In Svina Anna's eyes, the warlord of Bloodbath Fortress was also a powerful warrior who had reached level fifteen.

His appearance seemed to reveal the Titan blood within him. (End of Chapter)