A different world game? A different world game!

The death of that powerful fire demon altered the morale of the demons on the battlefield.

This made the lesser demons, who were still charging forward, become timid.

This is equivalent to lowering the morale of the demons.

The slightly stronger demons didn't care about any of this; they continued their charge and battle, and the death of the Balrog was of no concern to them.

The Night Watchmen's formation recoiled slightly before the shockwave arrived, their shields tilting to perfectly absorb most of the damage; only the front-line warriors were left with numb arms from the shock.

Besides these simple formations composed of [Guardians of Light],

The [Soul Guardians] squad also wreaked havoc amidst the demons' formation.

Each of the Soul Guardian squads has its own unique skills and strengths.

The Night Watchers that Lelia brought to the Abyss were undoubtedly elites of the battlefield, and their special skills were abilities that could be surprisingly effective on the battlefield.

These squads rampaged across the battlefield, unstoppable even by hordes of demons.

They can wreak havoc with ease.

Moreover, their target was very clear: to specifically target and kill those demons of value.

Demons are inherently chaotic.

Their chaotic nature prevented them from forming an effective formation for advancement; they simply charged forward haphazardly.

This made things much easier for the well-organized Soul Guardian squad, although powerful demons could still injure them and hinder their progress.

But they always manage to achieve their war objectives.

You can't expect demons to help each other.

Some of the demons that were targeted were instantly killed by the Soul Watcher squads, after which these Night Watcher squads would quickly withdraw.

After clearing out the pursuers, they circled around and charged in again.

Soon the entire battlefield was torn to pieces by the Soul Guardians, and the already chaotic battlefield became even more chaotic.

The demons attacked the formation of the Lightbringers one moment, and were then lured and tricked by one or two Soul Guardians to attack from afar.

Even the only demon overseer with any sense became confused in this situation, and many lesser demons took the opportunity to escape.

If it weren't for the fact that no one could take him down in the short term, he would have become a prime target.

"An opportunity! The Left Wing Commander!"

Leilia's voice carried an unquestionable command.

Following this prompt, a squad of Night Watchmen nearby joined forces to fire a special magic bullet.

The magic bullet wasn't very powerful, but it seemed to have some special ability. The moment it exploded, a large number of inferior demons were blasted away, but they didn't seem to be injured.

The Demon Overseer himself became unsteady, unable to regain his balance for a moment.

Leilia emerged unharmed from the smoke and dust of the explosion, her battle axe pointed at the demon overseer who had lost his balance due to the impact.

"charge!"

At this point, there's no need to remain on the defensive. Aside from those inferior demons, the other demons won't lose morale and flee unless you kill them all.

Especially as the battlefield becomes increasingly bloody.

Especially considering that the demons still have a numerical advantage.

"Yes, Commander!"

Several elite Night's Watch warriors pounced out like tigers released from their cages, under the cover of the Shield Guards.

Meanwhile, the nearby Soul Guardian squad, along with Lelia, charged towards the demon overlord. Spears, swords, and warhammers, imbued with pent-up power and precise coordination, lashed out like deadly fangs at the mighty demon overlord.

The warlord swung his giant axe to parry, splitting a spear in two, but he couldn't stop the sharp sword thrusting from the side from piercing his knee joint, nor could he stop the heavy hammer that was whistling down from above!

"Ugh, you guys!"

The warlord's final roar was drowned out by the terrifying sound of bones shattering. Lelia's battle axe, trailing a ghostly blue light, slammed down, smashing the axe handle he was using to block the attack in half.

The axe blade embedded itself deeply in his shoulder, pressing it down and forcing his massive body to crawl.

Leilia, who appeared somewhat petite in his presence, completely overwhelmed him.

Its massive body was instantly pinned down and crushed by several weapons, gushing out filthy blood and internal organs. Leilia drew her battle axe and slashed down diagonally.

Its massive body twitched a few times, then stopped moving.

With the warlord and the Balrog falling one after another, the demon army completely lost its backbone and powerful firepower support.

The surrounding unruly demons began to flee in disarray.

Chaos spread like a plague.

The lesser demons began to scatter like headless flies, and the berserker demons' rage turned into infighting. In their frenzy, they didn't care about friend or foe; everything that moved became their target.

The last remaining Balrog was engulfed by the Night Watch mage's frost storm and arcane missiles, frozen and torn apart in futile flames.

With concentrated firepower, even a legendary demon couldn't withstand it.

Not to mention, there was a squad of Soul Guardians nearby holding him back, leaving him powerless and unable to escape.

The demonic roars on the battlefield were gradually replaced by agonizing cries of fear and the chaotic footsteps of fleeing enemies.

This is the result of the powerful demon being killed, leaving only inferior demons.

The Night's Watch warriors did not blindly pursue, but instead held their line and used precise ranged attacks to harvest the fleeing demons.

Their armor was covered with scratches, dents, and bloodstains. Many of them bore marks from burns, claw wounds, or shocks, with the seeping blood staining their linings.

Their breathing was heavy, and sweat mixed with blood and grime streamed down their foreheads, but their eyes remained sharp, their hands gripping their weapons steadily, and their backs were ramrod straight.

The physical pain could not break through their spirits. Some kind of blessing allowed them to maintain a fighting state and continue fighting, even if they were seriously injured, as long as their health was not depleted and they could endure the pain of their wounds.

However, since it was a battle against demons, even with the Night Watchers' strong stamina, it was still somewhat strenuous on such a high-intensity battlefield.

Exhaustion and shortness of breath are inevitable.

Lelia stood atop a mountain of demon corpses, thick black blood dripping from the blade of the Oathkeeper's axe.

Her silver-gray mane flew in the wind, thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. She coldly surveyed the scorched earth, which had been briefly cleansed, her feet resting on the twitching head of a berserker demon.

She raised her forelegs and stomped down hard.

"Crack."

A crisp sound ended the last struggle of the demons on the battlefield.

Only on the battlefield can one understand that Lelia was born for this purpose, and only on the battlefield can one ignore her nonchalant and lazy attitude in her daily life.

Only at times like these does she act like a leader who commands everyone's trust.

Victory, like the ground beneath her feet, was hard and cold.

"Sigh, she only acts somewhat decently when she's doing her job."

Cana, who had been observing the battlefield, thought helplessly.

However, judging from Leilia's appearance, it seems she's about to level up again. Those born for war gain deeper insights only on the battlefield. (End of Chapter)