A different world game? A different world game!

The floating fortress—Anvil 9, inside the observation cabin.

Observer Martina's pupils suddenly contracted.

The rat-men corpses, set ablaze by sulfur incendiary bombs, were contorting in bizarre ways, their rotting flesh seemingly alive as it writhed and crawled across the ground.

The moment her finger touched the alarm crystal, thousands of pustules suddenly appeared all over the wasteland.

"What the hell is that? It doesn't seem like an ordinary plague. Could it be some kind of evil force at work?"

Martina was startled.

These despicable evil gods could not bear to see the Allied Forces advance with unstoppable momentum.

Even knowing that they could not gain much benefit from it, they still spared no effort to obstruct it.

Then, each tumor split open into a deep abyss filled with sharp fangs, from which hordes of demons spewed forth, accompanied by storms of sulfur.

"That's the Gate to the Abyss! That damned Blood God!"

Someone screamed in alarm.

It's a bizarre combination of plague and the gates of the abyss; these evil gods truly wield all sorts of evil forces with unparalleled skill.

"Concentrate fire! Open fire!"

The commander decisively gave the order, and those abyssal mouths instantly became the primary targets.

Although most of the demons emerging from these abyssal mouths are weak, their sheer numbers make them formidable opponents.

The twelve floating fortresses simultaneously turned their main guns, their dark muzzles aimed at the target.

At that moment, the lookout saw a chilling scene from the air: a ratman shaman was brutally ripping open his belly with a bone knife, his intestines wrapped around a summoning circle, hovering in mid-air.

Clearly, the apostles' sacrificial descent ritual has begun again, and these evil gods have started to pour their power into it without restraint.

"Phew, I expected this." Someone murmured calmly.

"Children of the Earth, it's our turn!"

With a loud shout, the earth trembled violently, and rock dragons burst forth from the ground, soaring into the sky.

Their heavy and arrogant bodies descended from the sky, mud and rocks became their wings, and heavy rocks became their weapons.

The entire land seemed to have become the territory of these earth dragons.

"I am the son of the earth!"

"For my father!"

These dragons could no longer contain their fighting spirit; the fierce battlefield had completely activated their warlike genes.

"kill!"

The coalition soldiers roared in unison, their morale soaring.

With the Earth Dragons leading the way, the Allied Forces' offensive was unstoppable.

Dwarf Chariot - Skull Crusher, between the tracks.

The mechanic, Duruk, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

At this moment, his repair arm was burning the demon claw toes stuck in the drive shaft with all its might, while seven different frequencies of demonic roars came from outside the vehicle, which were very disturbing.

Suddenly, a viscous black liquid seeped in through the observation slit.

The vehicle's purification rune emitted a piercing crackling sound—it was the Abyss Corruptor!
"Demon! Get out!"

The one-eyed dwarf, Duruk, roared and quickly drew his shotgun from his waist, firing five holy silver bullets at the leak.

Immediately from under the vehicle came the crisp sound of a demon being burned to a crisp.

This is a sacred dwarven chariot; how can demons be allowed to violate it at will?

"My poor steel baby."

Drucker murmured to himself with heartache.

When he restarted the engine, the entire vehicle suddenly lifted up from the side, as if it had run over something.

Beneath the chariot's tracks, the demon's body, head, and countless ratmen were mercilessly crushed into a bloody pulp.

The dwarven chariot was like a ruthless war machine, charging forward relentlessly.

In addition to experienced veterans, some elite recruits were also incorporated into this hidden force within the coalition forces.

After all, if all the soldiers are veterans, it would be easy for the enemy to spot the flaws.

The alchemical gun barrel in the Night's Watch recruit's hand was already glowing red. Since the advent of this advanced alchemical weapon, the recruit's mortality rate in combat had been greatly reduced.

The recruit looked at the projection alchemy watch on his wrist, a gift from a friend to congratulate him on becoming a Night's Watch recruit.

At this moment, the kill data on the wristwatch kept updating: 17 Plague Ratmen, 3 Abyss Hounds, and 1 Two-Headed Demon.

This shows just how popular this alchemical artifact was within the Night's Watch.

It can not only record the number of kills, but also let new recruits know clearly who is "stealing kills".

In fact, many Night's Watchmen are equipped with similar gear, though they vary in appearance.

However, just as the recruits were changing magazines, danger suddenly struck. Hundreds of blood vines burst forth from the ground—activated weapons cultivated from the spines of cultists of the evil god.

The new recruits learned about this terrifying weapon during their cultural studies at the training camp.

I just didn't expect it to appear so suddenly.

For a moment, the new recruits found it difficult to resist.

With so many blood vines lashing down like raindrops, if he didn't dodge in time, his health would be drained instantly, leaving him no chance to recover.

The enemies who have been fighting the Night's Watch for a long time have long developed a variety of highly targeted attack methods against them.

Although these methods are unlikely to reverse the course of the battle, they can at least inflict some casualties on the Night's Watch.

At this critical moment, Captain Laura swiftly unleashed a shockwave grenade, blasting a gap in the vines.

However, the strange gear-shaped armor jets on her back overloaded at that moment.

The recruit rushed forward without hesitation, using his own body as a human shield.

In his heart, the captain was far more important than himself, a new recruit.

Twelve blood vines pierced through his shoulder armor, and more poisonous spikes froze just three centimeters from Laura's throat.

A shield radiating holy light appeared just in time, enveloping them.

The battlefield is ever-changing; an accident can take a soldier's life, but in dangerous moments, rescue may be achieved through the courage of comrades and the unpredictable circumstances of the battlefield.

"Boom!" A deafening roar, like lightning, cleaved the sky.

Suddenly, cracks appeared in the sky above the battlefield, and all sorts of grotesque and sinister eyes peered down from them, sending chills down one's spine.

"what!"

"Go away!"

Get out of my head!

"Don't yell in my ear!"

Some soldiers in the coalition forces began to talk nonsense, clearly suffering from a severe psychological shock.

Within each spatial rift with a diameter exceeding one hundred meters, there are enormous eyeballs covered in mucus that slowly rotate.

The evil god's malevolent gaze put immense pressure on the Allied soldiers.

A thick tentacle suddenly stretched out and lashed out with tremendous force, instantly sending a floating fortress flying and crashing to the ground.

The coalition's first floating fortress was thus lost.

Under the gaze of the evil god, the ratmen troops, who were originally fearful and timid and trying to escape, seemed to be injected with a crazy power.

The surviving ratmen frantically tore at the corpses of their own kind, piecing together blasphemous runes from the bone fragments. Strangely, these runes caused the bodies of fallen Allied soldiers to convulse.

The rats went completely mad.

"Attack! All evil will be destroyed!"

An old man with a white beard raised his staff of holy light and shouted loudly.

A divine figure glided into the sky like lightning; it was Viona, the Holy Blade Maiden, who also joined the fierce battlefield.

Holy light gathered on her holy blade, which she slashed fiercely at the evil tentacles reaching out from the sky.

The legendary powerhouses' combat prowess was fully deployed on the battlefield, injecting tremendous strength into the Allied Forces.

The rock dragon soared through the air without ever stopping.

Steel chariots rumbled forward on the battlefield, never retreating.

The allied forces surged through the mutating flesh carpet.

The dwarven chariots collectively activated their backup power, and the rams of their chariots unleashed rotating holy serrated teeth, radiating a sacred and powerful aura.

A chariot, topped with four stitched demons, charged forward fiercely, its onboard stereo blasting a stirring dwarven war song at maximum volume.

The dwarves around them sang in unison, their morale greatly boosted.

The purification flames behind the tracks burned fiercely, making the tentacles that tried to climb onto the vehicle sizzle.

When the chariot crashed into the ratmen's sacrificial circle, all sixteen vehicle-mounted incinerators simultaneously overloaded themselves, forcibly dragging all flesh and blood within a radius of 500 meters into a high-temperature inferno, turning them into ashes.

No one knows how many amazing abilities these alchemical chariots, privately modified by dwarves and alchemists with Karna's permission, still hold.

The Night Watchmen skillfully weaved through the enemy ranks, led by the Soul Keeper squad—[Slaughter Blade].

These squads, viewed as killing machines, entered an even more efficient slaughter rhythm.

Team member Hassan plunged his holy blade into the ground, activating a ranged purification mode. He then drew two strange, enormous daggers and charged into the demon horde like a tiger.

His teammates' channel notifications kept flashing in the corner of his field of vision.

As Hassan's dagger pierced the heart of the sixth demon with pinpoint accuracy, he suddenly realized that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

It turned out that there was no enemy standing within a radius of 300 meters.

Even with the intervention of the evil god, this powerful assault legion was only slightly slowed in its advance; their offensive was not truly halted. (End of Chapter)