A different world game? A different world game!

The sky that burns eternally.

This is a scene that can never be erased from the abyss, and it is also the most iconic sight in the abyss.

And at this time.

On the 1121st floor of the Bloodbath Battlefield.

A war broke out in a remote area far from the main battlefield, and a demonic army arrived there, sensing the presence of outsiders.

These outsiders who have strayed from the main force will be torn to shreds by them.

The crimson sky was torn apart by even more filthy black smoke and flashes of magical explosions.

The air was no longer air, but a thick mixture of scorching sulfur, putrid blood, and fear, and every breath felt like swallowing hot sand.

"Aaaaaah! Tear them apart! Pull the intestines out of those tin cans!"

A berserker covered in bony spurs roared and charged at the Night's Watch's formidable shield wall, brandishing its serrated greatsword.

However, he was riddled with holes by several spears that pierced precisely through the gaps in the shield, his blood splattering onto the cold metal with a sizzling sound.

Demonic charges are always chaotic, even if they are numerous and frenzied, and know no retreat.

However, in the face of an orderly defense, it sometimes appears somewhat foolish.

The tide of demons is not monolithic.

You can't expect all demons to be fearless. Among chaotic demons, there can't be only madness and fearlessness; otherwise, it wouldn't be called chaos.

Cowardice and timidity are still etched into the minds and bodies of some demons.

Behind them, a massive demon overseer with twisted horns and a heavy carapace was wielding a burning runic whip, lashing out at the timid horde of lesser demons.

His roar, like rolling thunder, drowned out some of the battlefield noise:

"Scum! Worms! Charge! Fill that wall with your corpses! Anyone who dares to back down, I'll rip their soul out and feed it into a worm's ass!"

With one lash, several demons who couldn't dodge in time screamed and turned into charred remains.

Driven by the Overseer's death threat and his bloodlust, more lesser demons, their eyes bloodshot, trampled over the corpses of their own kind, emitting incomprehensible shrieks, and surged towards the Night's Watch lines like a tidal wave.

What awaits them is silent and deadly efficiency.

"Shield steady!"

A deep voice rang out from the front of the Night's Watch, not a shout, but a clear command.

The massive tower shield remained completely still, and the demon's minions could only scrape against it, producing a screeching sound and a few sparks.

For those troops who had just arrived in the abyss and were encountering demons for the first time, every charge and battle of the demons was enough to terrify them.

But this is not the case for the Night's Watch.

Perhaps this is their first time in the abyss, but their battle with the demons has been going on for ages.

Even when these Night's Watchmen were still weak, they were able to band together and resolve to fight against powerful demons, let alone now.

Their hearts barely wavered when faced with the devil.

They ignored the sound echoing from the abyss.

Everything about the Night's Watch can be questioned, except for their unwavering will to resist the corrupting voices.

From the very beginning of their battle, the seductive music emanating from the evil god never ceased.

Therefore, when fighting in this abyss, they had long since ignored the sounds around them.

"prick!"

The commands are concise and powerful.

The spear thrust out again like a venomous snake, precise and deadly, each retraction bringing with it a spray of filthy blood and the mangled limbs of a demon.

The Night Watchmen in the back calmly finished off the demon who had managed to cross the spear forest, instantly dismembering him.

The demon's hot blood dripped down. These scorching drops of blood were easily blocked by their tight armor.

None of them could deplete a single drop of their health.

Demons are chaotic.

The Night's Watch represents order, both in terms of their power and the defenses they provide.

At the forefront of this clash between order and chaos, Leilia is the undisputed storm of destruction.

Her towering centaur body charged through the demon horde, each stomp of her blue-boned hooves accompanied by the dull thud of bones shattering, crushing the charging demons into the scorched earth.

The long-handled battle axe "Oathkeeper" in her hand had already transformed into a deadly silver whirlwind.

Leilia has a hobby of collecting weapons, so she can be seen using different weapons depending on the situation on the battlefield.

A giant bull demon, attempting a flanking attack, roared as it raised its massive stone hammer.

Leilia didn't even turn completely; she just pushed off with her hind legs, her powerful body causing her upper body to spin smoothly, and the "Oathkeeper" drew a dazzling arc.

"Moo-!"

The giant bull demon's howl abruptly ceased. Its thick neck was cleaved open, its massive head rolled to the ground, and the headless corpse, gushing black blood, crashed to the ground.

"waste."

Leilia's icy voice pierced the battlefield noise clearly, carrying undisguised contempt.

"With such a big size, I thought you were more impressive."

Her eyes, sharp as an eagle's, scanned the battlefield, searching for a greater threat.

A Balrog noticed her.

The enormous, burning creature roared deafeningly, its body writhing in flames. It lashed out with its long, fiery whip, the tip of which whistled through the air as it struck Lelia. At the same time, it opened its massive maw, and a torrent of scorching sulfurous flames gathered deep within its throat.

"Fire Demon! Focus fire!" A mage's voice rang out from within the Night Watch formation, calm and swift.

Leilia, however, made the first move.

Facing the lashing fire whip, she neither dodged nor evaded, but instead charged towards the whip's shadow! The "Oathkeeper's" axe blade swung upwards precisely, its light, wreathed in anti-magic runes, colliding fiercely with the flaming whip!
"Qiang!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing was accompanied by an explosion of flames! Runes flashed, actually cleaving the whip, which was made entirely of hellfire, apart! Sparks flew everywhere, like a rain of fire.

In the instant the Balrog was stunned, Leilia had already rushed to its side.

The flames from the fire demon's mouth were about to burst forth.

"Try this!"

With a fierce shout, Lelia swung her battle axe, carrying all her strength and the momentum of her charge, like a falling silver comet, and slammed it down into the core of the Balrog's chest where a fireball was forming!
"No!"

The Balrog only had time to let out a roar that was a mixture of anger and fear.

"Boom!!!"

The battle axe struck the unstable energy core with pinpoint accuracy!

A violent explosion erupted from the center of the Balrog! The scorching shockwave, carrying burning demon fragments and molten rock fragments, spread wildly in all directions.

The nearby lesser demons and berserkers were instantly vaporized or ignited, letting out mournful howls.

Even the demonic overseer who was directing the battle was thrown off balance by the shockwave, his curses turning into furious roars.

This Balrog is arguably one of the most powerful demons among them.

Judging from the Night's Watch's ranking system, he should be at least level eleven.

Although this is a battlefield of bloodshed, it is still part of the abyss, so demons also have a bonus here.

However, under such circumstances, he was killed on the spot by Lelia after only a few exchanges in their fight. (End of Chapter)