A different world game? A different world game!

Inside the Blood Pit Fortress.

It's very quiet here right now.

All the discussions, breathing, the rustling of armor, and even the faint sounds of battle in the distance seemed to be blocked by this silent presence.

Time seemed to freeze, leaving only countless wide-eyed stares reflecting the figure that, though not dazzling, seemed to illuminate the entire abyss.

Kana!

The Night's Watch prophet, the god who walks among men, now appears before them.

No wonder the Night's Watchmen were surprised.

Many members of the Night's Watch have fought alongside Kana and have actually seen him.

If you calculate it precisely, it could amount to tens of thousands.

But there are more than 20,000 people here alone, many of whom are young people, as well as members of mercenary groups.

In other words, at least three-quarters of the people here have never seen Kana.

And the vast majority of people have never fought alongside Kana.

Especially for young people, both orcs and humans, they have heard the story of Kana since they were young, and as they grow older, the story of Kana becomes more and more exaggerated.

Until the moment the other party becomes a god.

When the gods descended before them, it was as if the legendary figures had stepped into reality.

At this moment, in front of everyone, in order to demonstrate the necessary authority of Kana, even a war-crazed person like Lelia, with whom he had a close relationship, lowered his head slightly to express the highest respect.

Kana's gaze calmly swept over the dark mass of people below.

He didn't speak, but everyone whose golden eyes swept over them felt as if their souls had been gently cleansed.

All fear, tension, and confusion melted away under that calm gaze, replaced by an unprecedented clarity, determination, and... an unparalleled sense of glory.

"Warriors."

Kana spoke up.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, as if it were resounding directly in the depths of everyone's heart, carrying a power to soothe all restlessness, yet containing the heat to ignite the flames of the soul.

This is not a spiritual perception, but a real force that is clearing away their spiritual hidden dangers.

“You who stand here, on one of the front lines of the clash between order and chaos, are already undeniably brave.”

His gaze seemed to pierce through the fortress's thick walls, revealing the churning crimson mist of the abyss and the endless waves of demons.

"The bloody battle in the abyss is an eternal millstone. But now, you are not merely going to defend, nor are you merely going to wear each other down. What Lelia will lead you on is an unprecedentedly daring raid! Deep into the heart of the demons, to ignite the spark of order!"

His voice was like the calm opening of an epic narration, yet every word carried immense power, imprinting itself on everyone's soul.

"This spark isn't meant to burn one or two demons before us. It's a signal! A declaration! The first ray of dawn tearing through the darkness of the abyss!"
"It will guide allies on other battlefields, it will shake the foundations of the abyss, this is an opportunity that only comes once every ten million years, and you will be the pioneers of this war that is rare in ten million years."

"This attack on the Abyss concerns our world, and whether we can completely withstand the Void."

So for the world, for all people, for ourselves, go forth, slay those demons, proclaim our name, and demonstrate our power!

Kana slightly raised his hand.

There were no incantations or dazzling light effects.

It was just an incomparably pure, warm, golden halo, like the very essence of life, like an invisible tide, gently yet irresistibly sweeping across the entire task force formation.

You have received the blessing of the prophet Karna:

[Willpower Barrier: Greatly enhances mental resilience, resisting the erosion of the abyss and the whispers of chaos.]

[Divine Mark: Increases damage against evil and chaotic creatures.]

[A Tribute to Life: Injury recovery speed significantly accelerated.]

All the warriors, whether they were veterans of the Night's Watch, legendary Soul Keepers, elite soldiers, or mercenaries who were so shocked they could hardly think, clearly sensed the infusion of this power and the manifestation of this information.

The data-driven form of blessing clearly and concisely demonstrates this divine gift.

"Awooo—!!!"

"For the Prophet! For the Night's Watch!"

"Ignite the abyss! Burn them all!"

After a brief silence, a frenzied roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down!

The mercenaries pounded their heavy breastplates with excitement, creating a deafening roar.

The recruits were moved to tears, feeling an unprecedented sense of power and mission filling their bodies, and they couldn't wait to rush out and slay the demons.

The Soul Guardians gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes sharp as knives, and their aura rose steadily.

Kana's presence and his words were like the most intense flame, instantly igniting the soul of the entire unit! Passion surged and burned in the veins of every soldier.

As Kana gazed at the surging sea of ​​battle intent below, data streamed calmly through his golden eyes, carrying a hint of barely perceptible approval.

"Order shines because of your courage. Victory awaits your sharp blades to seize. Go!"

The simple encouragement ended, and the last two words were like the final command before battle.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kana's figure began to blur, like an image with a poor signal.

His calm gaze swept meaningfully over Lelia and the massive army, then glanced at the churning red mist of the abyss outside the fortress.

His presence would attract excessive 'gaze' from the will of the abyss.

This place is not safe to stay in for long.

His voice still resonated clearly in everyone's hearts, but his figure, like ice and snow merging into the sunlight, quickly faded and became transparent.

Finally, it turned into a few wisps of pure golden dust, silently dissipating into the air filled with the smell of sulfur and blood.

All that remained was the warm, comforting aftertaste, and the 25,000 warriors who were completely ignited, like a volcano about to erupt!
Leilia whirled around, the [Sun Soul] slung over her shoulder humming, its milky-white holy flames illuminating her wild and excited face.

She took a deep breath of the air still carrying the scent of divine blessing, and let out a roar that shook the fortress as she looked down at the ocean burning with fighting spirit.

"After a short rest, we'll get to work immediately."

...The air was no longer air, but a thick, scalding mixture of blood mist and sulfur dust, and every breath felt like swallowing burning sand.

The dark red sky hung low, like a shroud soaked in blood, reflecting the hellish scene below.

The once-mighty steel fortress of the "Rock Solid Defense Line" has revealed countless hideous scars after nearly two months of relentless and frenzied attacks.

The demons' offensive had long since broken free of any semblance of formation.

It is no longer the tide, but a completely boiling and churning wave.

Imps, berserkers, horned overlords, and even the young of the colossal abyssal beast Gradden, tore at and trampled each other, mingling into a destructive torrent that relentlessly surged towards the battered city walls.

The colossal war demon—a "siege behemoth" clad in heavy bone armor and wielding a giant rock hammer—roared towards the weakest point of the city wall like a moving mountain, surrounded by countless lesser demons and under the cover of the even more cunning Fro's magic.

Their goal is clear: to forcefully break through this obstructive barrier.

The city walls themselves are silent witnesses to this brutal war of attrition.

The massive alloy armor plates were twisted and deformed in many places, and the orderly aura of defensive runes flickered erratically under the dense attacks, like a candle in the wind.

The most shocking sight was the huge cracks and deep craters that stretched across the walls.

Around these wounds, there are often mountains of giant demon corpses—the corpse of the twisted, shelled insect Gratton overwhelms a swarm of lesser demons.

The behemoth, its head severed, still charged forward, its shattered bones and entrails splattered on the charred walls, emitting a pungent stench.

These areas had clearly been repaired hastily, with large, crudely welded metal patches, flowing alchemical gel, and temporary arrays of runes shimmering with an unstable light.

Every repair was completed against the clock under the claws and magic of demons, at the cost of countless lives of those who provided cover.

The figures of legendary powerhouses appeared and disappeared like lighthouses in a storm on the chaotic battlefield.

High in the sky, Svira's crimson dragon shadow entangled with the massive bat wings of a winged demon lord, dragon roars and demonic shrieks tearing through the air.

On the city walls, the Night's Watch's Soul Keepers formed a precise battle formation, fiercely clashing with several Slaughter Lords who had broken through the defenses, with bursts of energy annihilation erupting one after another.

In the distance, the earth trembled as the Titan-like roar of Bloodbath Fortress Overlord Goren Anvil clashed with the thunderous clash of Berserker Lord Balut's axe and shield.

The aftershocks of the legendary battle were like an invisible meat grinder, instantly tearing apart any low-level demons and unfortunate soldiers who approached.

In the middle of the defense line, the situation is most critical in a section of the city wall codenamed "Anvil Section III".

Two days ago, a legendary siege beast named "Oga the Earthshaker" successfully shattered a terrifying rift nearly ten meters wide in the thick alloy wall with its giant ram, after paying a heavy price by being killed by three Night's Watch legends.

Although Oga's massive corpse was completely vaporized by the subsequent Arcane Annihilation Cannon, the "legacy" it left behind—the shocking crack and the surrounding spiderweb-like depressions—has become the most fatal weakness of the entire defensive line.

A huge, temporarily welded metal plate covered the crack, but unstable electric arcs flickered at the joints, and the alloy at the edges was twisted and deformed, revealing a grotesque gap.

Several thick, order-rune steel pillars, like ribs, were slanted into the cracks, barely supporting the structure, but with each heavy blow to the city wall, they emitted a tooth-grinding groan.

"Captain Gorem! The stress index of the main crack in section III has skyrocketed! The deformation of the left support column has exceeded the critical point. If another heavy shot comes, this broken patch will be finished."

A dwarf engineer, his face blackened and his beard matted with sweat, lay on the ramparts, shouting hoarsely into the runic communicator. His voice was drowned out by the deafening gunfire and demonic howls.

“We need ‘Titan Gel’! Lots! Now! Reinforce the support points!”

The orders were transmitted with difficulty through the chaotic battlefield communication network.

Soon, a repair team of a dozen or so dwarves and minotaurs, dressed in worn heavy armor and bearing unhealed scars, led by a giant commander with a bleeding bandage wrapped around his arm, struggled to climb this hellish city wall through the crowded wounded passage, carrying heavy alchemical containers, like a school of fish swimming upstream.

Their faces were etched with exhaustion, clearly having just come off duty, but their eyes were unusually focused.

"Shieldbearers! Push forward! Clear the area!"

The commander of this section of the wall, a minotaur overseer with fresh claw marks on his face and bloodshot, bell-like eyes, roared while brandishing a bloodstained totem pole.

The order was given, and the already prepared defenders unleashed their last bit of strength.

"Heart of the Furnace! Maximum power! Cover the fan-shaped area in front of the impact point! Fire!"

The turret operator roared as he pushed the control runes to their limits.

The massive cannon muzzle instantly lit up with a blinding light, and a destructive torrent mixed with holy light and arcane energy erupted forth, instantly evaporating the crowded demon horde within a hundred meters of the crack, leaving a scorched passage. The shockwave overturned demons even further away.

Meanwhile, the two floating towers in the sky were operating at full capacity.

The light from the spire of a tower coalesced into a massive hammer of order, which slammed down on a berserker warlord attempting to scale the city walls, denting both the warlord and the wall beneath him.

Upon closer inspection, it was not the city wall that had caved in, but rather the corpses and flesh that had covered it.

The wars came one after another without end, leaving no time even for cleaning up the corpses.

The other projected a wider "Resilient Barrier" aura, while a barrage of magic bullets rained down on the demon reinforcements attempting to fill the gaps in the bombardment.

A brief window for clearing data.

"Now! Quickly!"

The repair team leader roared and charged out first, carrying the largest can of gel.

The other team members followed closely behind, braving the flying debris and stray bullets, and rushed towards the grotesque crack.

Two Bloodbath Fortress Shield Guards, each wielding a massive tower shield, followed closely on either side, using their bodies and shields to create a fragile, mobile cover.

"Hurry! Fill the gaps in the support points with gel! Activate the rune array core!"

The repair team leader deftly opened the valve of the alchemical container, and a viscous, silvery-gray gel, shimmering like starlight, gushed out, filling the gaps around the supporting steel pillars deep within the cracks.

Other engineers quickly set up rune generators at the edge of the crack, injecting streams of stable energy into the temporary structure.

However, the demon's reaction speed is equally astonishing.

"Roar—! Destruction! Tear those bugs apart!"

Upon sensing the intention to repair, the nearby demons instantly went berserk.

Countless lesser demons trampled over the corpses of their comrades, ignoring the rain of magic bullets and arrows falling from above, surging towards the repair point like a black swarm of ants.

Several horned demon overlords brandished flaming whips, driving the cannon fodder forward in a charge.

Further away, a smaller but equally ferocious siege behemoth, "The Rock Cutter" Grum, under the cover of Fromon's dark shield, let out a deafening roar, lowered its head, and slammed its head, covered with thick bone horns, against the outside of the city wall, trying to widen the crack.

Each impact caused the entire section of the wall to shake violently, sending rubble raining down and striking the helmets and shoulder guards of the repair crew. (End of Chapter)