A different world game? A different world game!

The charge of the Tauren warriors is the most awe-inspiring force on the battlefield.

Their heavy hooves trembled the earth, and huge totem poles or double-edged battle axes swept across, smashing the lesser demons in their path into mincemeat and breaking the bones of berserker demons.

A young minotaur warrior was pounced on by several raven demons, their sharp beaks pecking wildly at his eyes and throat. His dying roars were drowned out by the clamor of the battlefield as his massive body convulsed and was torn apart.

Besides these minotaur warriors, you can also see all sorts of intelligent life forms on the battlefield.

Some of them are creations of metal and stone, some are aggregates of energy, and some are evolutions of flesh and blood.

But from time to time, we can see some similarities between these intelligent beings and the world.

No wonder the crew on the Scholar had such strange expressions when observing the world.

The battles on the ground were incredibly fierce.

The battle in the sky was equally fierce.

The sharp screech of the high harpies mingled with the howls of the winged demons as they tore at the demons' wings with their claws and beaks, but were also occasionally struck by hellfireballs, falling as burning remains.

The Winged Spirit, riding the Storm Falcon and hurling lightning spears, weaved through the blood-red clouds, leaving trails of charred black.

Various intelligent races, each with their own unique unit types, coordinate their attacks in an orderly manner.

The chaotic demons, of course, charge, charge, and charge again.

You can't expect any order from demons whose nature is chaos, nor can you expect them to play tactics with you.

The only thing they know how to do is charge into battle en masse, without regard for anything else.

Chaos is their underlying nature.

Order is what they destroyed.

Therefore, to curb chaos, one must break it with order.

At the heart of the battlefield, an unknown deity personally intervened.

It did not manifest in a form that mortals could understand, but rather as a colossal war statue that stood tall and imposing, its pure radiance and the power of laws coalescing into a physical form.

Each time He swung His spear, made of star fragments, He cleared a vast area; low-ranking demons were instantly reduced to ashes the moment they touched the light.

Each time His giant foot stomped down, it caused the earth to shake and crushed hordes of demons into burning rocks.

Stardust Wars Colossus

A weak-level deity, using stars as his primary focus, ascended to become a god.

Fighting on the battlefield of bloodshed, slaying demons and destroying evil in this place.

Thus, he rose from a weak god to a lesser god and gained the status of war.

Their original race was giant creatures from a certain world.

Strength is the prefix, and external factors are the background.

Thus, he acquired this divine name.

This power also made Him invincible on the battlefield, and every appearance of Him was an irresistible force for demons.

Wherever it passed, the demons were utterly destroyed, reduced to ashes, their light turning into starlight that adorned the blood-red sky.

However, the powerful abyss lords also targeted Him.

This is a battlefield of bloodshed, and it's not just the Allied Forces that possess god-like combat power.

The lords of the abyss won't stand by and watch you swagger around, otherwise they would have been crushed in a bloody battle long ago.

On this bloody battlefield of 1121 levels, the allied forces were already at a disadvantage.

The enormous abyssal beast, made of bones and lava, slammed its chain-bound claws at His glorious body.

【Molten Beast】

A weak god-level abyss lord, but the problem is that this is a battlefield of bloodshed, and overall it is more biased towards the abyss.

This is, after all, the territory of the Abyss.

Despite possessing the same level of weak divine power, as lords of the abyss, they always have some advantages.

The filthy magic eroded His divine power barrier like a leech, and each collision unleashed an energy shock that tore through space, blowing away and crushing allies and demons around Him indiscriminately.

Fortunately, every time a god appeared, the surrounding allied forces would quickly retreat.

As for demons.

I don't care about this or that, just kill them all.

Naturally, they were also among the main units affected. The two gods were in the center of the battlefield, exchanging blows, and their movements showed that they were already familiar with each other's combat abilities.

The entire space was smashed to pieces.

But the Abyss is all about chaos.

Even if you are broken into pieces, you are still incredibly stable.

Fragmentation is chaos; fragmented space means breaking the rules.

The chaos of the abyss is just that shameless.

Naturally, it is on the battlefield that gods engage in battles, their power being unleashed freely.

How long will this battle last?

No way to know.

The rest required after each bloody battle is unpredictable.

Every bloody battle begins for a reason.

The entire battlefield is a giant, never-ending meat grinder.

Not an inch of land was spared from being soaked in blood, blood that was the viscous purplish-black of demons, the silvery emerald green of elves, the deep reddish-brown of dwarves, and the scorching crimson of minotaurs… It mixed with soil, entrails, and lava, forming a slippery, filthy swamp at the feet of the warriors.

Severed limbs lay scattered on the scorched earth like carelessly discarded trash.

The dying wails, the angry battle cries, the demonic howls, the explosions of spells, the clanging of metal... all the sounds converged into a terrifying roar that could shatter the soul, eternally echoing across the blood-cloud-shrouded abyss wilderness.

Death is the only constant here; every breath is accompanied by destruction, and every second someone falls, is trampled, and is swallowed up.

There is no glory here, only the most primal and bloody struggle for survival and destruction.

Revenge and slaughter are eternal.

Only in such a hellish place could a psychopath like the Blood God be born.

The fog of judgment led Kana to observe from afar.

"This is the battlefield on floor 1121," she explained to Kana.

Kana pointed to the battle of the gods in the distance.

"Why don't you get involved? It should be easy to take them down."

After all, the Mist of Judgment was a god of low divine power.

However, the fog of judgment shook its head.

"This is the Abyss, and the will of the Abyss is omnipresent, even on this bloodbath battlefield where the rules of the Abyss are somewhat suppressed."

Therefore, god-level combat power like ours is transparent in the face of the Abyss. The moment the two of us arrived, the opposing side had already dispatched an Abyss Lord of equal strength.

Simply put, god-level combat power is still too troublesome. The Abyss is also afraid that you might suddenly use a dirty trick to break the balance of the battlefield.

Therefore, the Abyss has always paired its opponents with god-level combat power.

After all, it's the abyss; if they were to match each other one by one, they would have the advantage.

This will prevent the battlefield from being suddenly advanced.

I will not repeat the mistakes I have made before.

The abyss is chaotic, but not stupid.

"So, in other words, a faint divine power has also appeared on the other side, corresponding to my own?"

The Fog of Judgment nodded.

"Yes, and if I'm not mistaken, you seem to be receiving special attention? I don't know why, but you're clearly a formidable individual."

The Fog of Judgment received a communication from Cana before sending the information to the Scholar.

What has Kana done? What has he encountered? What has happened to his world? Judgment Mist doesn't know much about it; her main focus is still on the Blood War.

Compared to the bloodbath, the crisis in the void is irreversible and unsolvable, so few people care about it.

The abyss is deliberately designed to disgust people.

The void operates on a mechanism of destruction based on its underlying logic.

Disgusting things always attract more attention. (End of Chapter)