A different world game? A different world game!

Finally, Lak leaned against the tree trunk and saw the enemy's flag slowly tilting in the morning mist.

Several colleagues were also resting beside him, and they were healing each other with healing potions.

While oral medications are effective, combining topical application with oral administration yields even better results.

For these soldiers, every dose of medical supplies is incredibly precious and must be carefully cherished and used appropriately.

"Look, the banner of the Blood God has fallen!" a young soldier shouted.

The sharp crack of the flagpole breaking momentarily froze everyone in their tracks. Then, an even more frenzied battle erupted.

The stench of blood that wafted from afar, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, rushed towards them.

“They’re definitely going to go crazy,” an old soldier said with a grin, revealing a mouth full of missing teeth.

At this moment, the intensity of the battle in the distance reached its peak on the entire battlefield.

One demon after another forcibly tore through space, rushed in, and began to wreak havoc among the crowd.

Large numbers of coalition soldiers were blown away and instantly turned into corpses on the ground.

One after another, the Night's Watchmen fought bravely against these demons.

Not only were the battles at the high-level level so intense, but the fighting among ordinary soldiers was equally fierce.

Even the rat-men, under the influence of the Blood God's power, became insane and fearless.

On the battlefield, someone used a broken spear to pierce the kidney of an opponent, but unfortunately, the dying man bit his throat tightly; the plate-armored knight's longsword pierced the chest of the leather-armored traitor, but the tip of the sword got stuck in the gap of the opponent's spine and could not be pulled out.

As the head of the last axe-wielding warrior rolled into the mud pit, crows began to circle in the sky.

The morning light struggled to penetrate the blood mist, illuminating the shattered bodies scattered across the ground.

Three broken arrows hung from Lark's chainmail, his right little finger was reduced to half a bone, and a piece of tattooed scalp was stuck to the sole of his boot.

Left with no other choice, he was forced to throw himself into the battle again.

This time, however, he was completely exhausted and finally collapsed on the bloody mud, unconscious.

Just then, a bugle call suddenly came from the southeast.

It seemed that someone had heard the horn and struggled to get up to respond.

After an unknown period of time, the war on the Ironthorn Plains finally came to a temporary halt.

The crimson mist almost completely enveloped the entire battlefield, and the stench of blood seemed to have permeated the air.

No matter how the wind blows or tries to dispel it, the stench of blood lingers.

At this moment, the shouts of battle had ceased, and the sounds of clashing and hacking weapons were no longer heard.

Soldiers moved back and forth on the battlefield, moving one corpse after another.

Stewart Cursed Blade sat in the center of the battlefield, leaning on his exaggerated black greatsword.

As the tower master, he had dominated this battlefield for a long time.

Fortunately, this time, the battle has finally come to a temporary end.

Just then, the sound of armor clashing came from behind.

A squad of guards, their bodies covered in blood and their armor bearing the marks of battle, slowly approached.

Walking in the center of the column was the commander of this battlefield—the tactical mastermind, Sweet.

However, Swett did not feel that he had played a decisive role in the war on this battlefield.

Because on this battlefield, there are almost no tactics to speak of, only constant fighting.

He was also covered in wounds. After drinking a bottle of medicine, he walked to the tower master's side.

“Finally, there’s no more support. The rats’ strength has begun to decline. It’s time,” Sweet said wearily.

The relentless fighting had left even him feeling deeply exhausted.

"Before the final battle, I think our soldiers can take a rest." The tower master shouldered his greatsword and stood up again.

Swett nodded in agreement.

This all-out war began on the main battlefield, and the final offensive climax will be launched by them.

At this moment, all battlefields will advance in full force, applying maximum pressure to each of the enemy's defensive lines. Meanwhile, on the sea, the armies hidden within the storm are already stirring, and soon it will be their turn to enter the fray.

……

Inside the Tower of Trials.

After a lot of hard work, Kana finally managed to open the portal.

This is by no means an easy task.

Perhaps it was because the Blood God was focused on watching an important battle and refused all external interference.

As the portal opened, a violent, bloody aura surged forth.

Just smelling that scent sent an uncontrollable surge of fighting spirit rushing to his brain.

Kana strode inside.

The undead dragon stood outside, looking slightly tense.

Upon entering the portal, what greeted their eyes was not the dark and bloody scene they had imagined, but a battlefield.

Kana was no stranger to this battlefield; he had been there before and knew about it.

This is the Ironthorn Plain.

By this time, the battle on the Ironthorn Plains had subsided. Kana checked the channel information and learned what had happened.

So that's how it is. The Blood God has been closely monitoring the battle on this battlefield, even projecting his temporary kingdom onto the battlefield.

It felt as if it were actually there, watching the war unfold.

A crimson aura drifted and lingered in the air above the battlefield.

That was the will of the Blood God.

"Your troops performed flawlessly; they fought with abandon..." The information fluctuations transmitted by the Blood God's will indicated that it was in a rather pleasant mood at the moment.

"Have you come here to submit to me and immerse yourself in endless slaughter?"

Kana simply smiled slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't act like a reckless fool who only knows how to fight and kill in front of me. If you were, you would have had your head chopped off by the other demon lords in the abyss long ago."

Although the abyss is filled with chaos, it is by no means a gathering place for reckless fools.

Demons who can become lords or evil gods in the abyss are all combinations of power and wisdom; it's just a matter of which method they prefer to use.

“Hahaha, hahahaha!”

"So, you ridiculous savior, what brings you here?"

"Are you inviting me to watch a spectacular battle? Your performance last time was quite disappointing."

This made Kana chuckle.

"That's because the Blade Dragon you tempted and corrupted is a piece of trash; he can't make me engage in a real fight."

These words caused the Blood God's will to ponder for a moment, and it unexpectedly came to agree with this viewpoint.

Looking back at the situation at that time, wasn't that exactly the case?
If the Fallen Blade Dragon were stronger and able to break free from the targeted traps that Kana had set up beforehand, wouldn't a fierce battle be able to unfold?

"So, this rat isn't enough to satisfy you?" the Blood God asked pointedly.

Kana shook his head: "Just like with Blade Dragon, although this battle may be more intense than the last one, it still can't be called a real fight."

"Besides, don't you want to try it yourself? With just one more suitable sacrifice, maybe my spear can pierce through your demonic body."

"Hahahahaha..."

The laughter emanating from the Blood God's will echoed wildly throughout the entire space.

"That's something to look forward to."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kana disappeared from this space.

The two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit agreement. (End of Chapter)