A different world game? A different world game!

world outside.

With the departure of those evil gods.

The world that was originally obscured by hordes of evil gods is now just a bloody mess.

And this blood-red filth is naturally the Blood God who has never left.

As for why they didn't leave...

Compared to most evil gods, the Blood God is the demon lord of the abyss. With the abyss backing him, he generally won't encounter fatal situations.

Even if he were to encounter such an event, he would have plenty of ways to escape.

That's why he's so fearless.

Most evil gods are despised beings, and very few worlds are truly considered to be breeding grounds for evil.

Not to mention something as heavyweight as the Abyss.

After all, this world has already been invaded by the abyss, which is equivalent to being marked. Compared to those evil gods, he is much more at ease.

Don't be fooled by the appearance of the Blood God, who seems like a brute who only knows how to fight and kill. If that were all, he wouldn't be in this position.

Of course, the more important reason is that even if he doesn't interfere much in the world below now, the civil wars in the world below are enough to make him rich.

If he weren't afraid of being tainted by the Void, he would really like to stay here and see how the life in this world would deal with the impending Void crisis.

Although he could still sense the situation even after leaving this place, it was never as interesting as seeing it firsthand.

Even in the war and slaughter against the void, he was still able to reap some rewards.

However, he wouldn't be that daring, nor would he risk his life for such a small thing.

If he is truly targeted by the Void and becomes tainted, the Abyss will be the first to kick him out.

"The abyss's aura grows stronger... Night's Watch, what exactly do you want?"

The Blood God muttered to himself in his own domain.

If it were someone else, he might not be able to perceive what is happening inside the world under the current circumstances.

But there was an aura emanating from the abyss, yet no trace of an abyss invasion was found.

It's obvious that the Night's Watch has done something again. Their actions are always unexpected, and it's precisely because of these unexpected actions that they've achieved this much in such a short time.

That's why he paid so much attention to the Night's Watch and its leader.

It would be nice if the shadow were here.

He suddenly had this thought.

At times like this, if Shadow were here, he could easily uncover the relevant secrets, but now that only he, the Blood God, is here to investigate secrets, obtaining information is clearly not his forte.

But it has to be revealed eventually.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to see if anything had happened in the abyss.

The eyes of the world turned back to the battlefield.

……

Dawn was approaching, but the sky was torn in two.

below.

It is a battlefield on the continent of Tete.

In the east, the array of radiant elves shone brightly, like fragments of the rising sun descending upon the world ahead of time.

Their bright silver and golden hair, illuminated by the magical shield, resembled a flowing waterfall of stars.

Clad in the magnificent Anti-Mage heavy armor, as ornate as a temple relief and covered in runes, he trudged heavily on the scorched earth, each step stirring up fine dust.

That's how elves are; they have a need for beauty in everything.

Even for heavy armor intended to protect the body, they strived for both practicality and aesthetics.

Despite the complaints, you have to admit that elves dressed in such equipment are a beautiful sight on the battlefield.

This not only looks very intimidating, but also boosts morale.

For thousands of years, the elves have ruled, and many places have submitted to them, partly due to their manner of doing so.

It is easy to oppress others, which makes those nobles yearn for it.

One thing you have to admit is that in the millennia since the elves became the dominant species, they have greatly improved the aesthetics and etiquette of almost every race in the world.

Of course, this also fostered a bad habit among some nobles who looked down on others.

The Radiant Elves are home to many mages.

The mages hovered in mid-air, their fingertips weaving pure beams of light and scorching flames, the air buzzing with immense magical power.

These mages were almost all war mages; they knew how to combine spells and how to adjust their spells according to the surrounding environment.

This mage force is also the main reason why the Radiant Elves were able to dominate the elven race.

Their long lives gave them ample time to study magical powers.

Especially in the past, this always put the magic of the elves ahead of all other life forms.

Of course, that's not necessarily the case now.

In the west, the ranks of the moonlit elves merged into the fading deep blue night.

Deep purple and jet-black hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and gray or dark skin seemed to be part of the shadows themselves.

They were silent and swift, their longbows almost an extension of their arms, the arrows on the bowstrings shimmering with a dark blue, emerald green, or crimson glow—a deadly technique that compressed the essence of magic into the arrowheads.

This is a unique unit of the Night Moon Elves.

Since almost every elf possesses some form of magic, these magic archers are practically deadly killing machines on the battlefield.

Their sustained dominance on the battlefield far surpasses that of mages, since you can't expect mages to unleash spells like machine guns.

But with their physical strength and magical power, these elves can truly dominate the battlefield for a long time.

It is precisely because the various races of elves have different characteristics that the united elven race has dominated the world.

The whispers of the support mages flowed through their ranks like the night breeze, imbuing their arrows with a homing will and bestowing upon the warriors a ethereal blessing.

Compared to the Radiant Elves, it seems rather shabby.

Their primary role on the battlefield is to provide support to other units.

Between them, on the vast battlefield, lay a hellish mud.

The corpses of human and orc servants lay piled upon piles, severed limbs and broken weapons mingling in the blood-stained mud.

The number of elves is limited, and you can't expect them to actually send their own people to the front lines of the battlefield to fight.

If that's the case, then what's the point of fighting?

With such a force, after a few battles, the elves could declare their extinction.

Auxiliary armies were unavoidable.

Even on this continent where elves truly hold sway, non-elf races make up at least half the population.

These non-elf species have long since integrated into the elves, becoming non-elf elves.

The brutality of the battlefield was naturally closely related to them.

The dying roar of the orc warrior still carried the lingering power of a beast, while the wails of the humans were drowned out by the roar of war drums and magic.

The vassal armies were like two turbid torrents, colliding again and again, only to crumble due to the enormous casualties, leaving behind even more lives as sacrifices in this elven-dominated struggle.

"For the glory of the Eternal Crown!"

A radiant elf knight commander shouted, his voice piercing through the clamor.

He rode a pure white steed with horns on its head and a bright silver riding coat.

His ornate sword was pointed at the Night Elf's flank, where a squad of Anti-Mage heavy infantry, like a mobile fortress, smashed through the human phalanx attempting to intercept them. All incoming spells were easily deflected; they were a unit specifically designed to deal with mages.

The mage troops charged into the human ranks and slaughtered them, since the elven support mages were almost at the very back and couldn't possibly reach them.

Their runic heavy armor sparked blindingly under magical attacks, yet remained unmoved.

"Guided by the moonlight, a rain of arrows pours down!"

The commander of the Moonlit Elves responded, his voice as cold as ice.

In an instant, a cloud of magical arrows shot into the air, tracing a deadly parabola.

Some arrows exploded upon contact, kicking up dirt and bits of flesh; some pierced through gaps in heavy armor, freezing blood; others strangely bypassed the front-line heavy armor and rushed straight for the mages in the back.

A young Radiant Elf mage apprentice cried out as a magical arrow wrapped in vines pierced his shoulder, only to be immediately bound by tough roots that suddenly sprouted from the ground—the work of his Wood Elf allies.

The elves who were already disgusted by the dominance of the Radiant Elves were not just the Night Moon Elves; they were merely the vanguard of resistance and discontent, and also the largest group.

"Ailariel!" an elderly Radiant Mage exclaimed as a scorching ray precisely severed the vine.

He looked at his apprentice's pained and young face, a trace of weary sorrow flashing in his eyes. "Hold on, child. This... shouldn't be our fate."

war.

Or a civil war?

They are devoid of honor and reason, like mad beasts, utterly incomprehensible.

How did such a proud people fall to this state?
The dissatisfaction and doubts in my heart remain unresolved.

There is considerable resentment among the elves regarding the civil war.

Elsewhere, a moonlit elf ranger moved like a ghost through the chaotic army of servants, her long, deep purple hair flying in the smoke.

She accurately shot down a Radiant Elf light armored warrior who was trying to ambush his companion; the arrow pierced the warrior's thigh.

The soldier groaned and fell to the ground, his bright silver hair stained with mud.

The ranger quickly stepped forward and pressed a dagger inlaid with moonstone against his throat.

“Surrender, Son of Radiance,” her voice trembled slightly, “lay down your weapons and I guarantee your safety.”

Even when the war has reached its peak, the elves will still try their best to ensure each other's safety.

Unless absolutely necessary, there's no need to go to the final step.

This is a tacit understanding between the two.

Even the upper elves cannot issue cruel orders, as this would instantly strip them of their voice and subject them to criticism from the elven community.

Their weakness lies in their small numbers and the rarity of elves.

The captured elven warrior's eyes burned with rage, but when he looked at the equally young face of the other man, the flame seemed to flicker for a moment.

“Traitor…” he hissed, but still released his grip on the short sword.

The ranger shouted to her companions who were rushing to her side, "Take him away! Keep a close watch on him, don't let those guys blinded by hatred get close to him!" Her words carried a command and a deliberate emphasis.

War... civil war, has tainted them.

"Mercy? To these maggots that steal moonlight?"

A rough, hoarse voice rang out, and a Night Elf warrior with a fresh scar on his face charged forward, his eyes filled with pure hatred.

His scimitar was still dripping with blood, clearly indicating he had just escaped from the melee of the auxiliary troops. "Look what they've done! My brother, in Starfall Valley, was burned to ashes by their spears of light! There were no prisoners then, so all we have to do is seek revenge!" he roared, poised to pounce on the prisoners.

This is precisely the situation we need to avoid.

Elves have long lifespans, which also means they are more unable to accept the departure of their kind.

Especially the young elves.

The older generation, on the other hand, has become accustomed to leaving.

"Stop, Carol!" the young ranger shouted sharply, the arrow tip instantly turning towards her comrade. "An order is an order! Put aside your hatred, or my arrow will find you before the enemy's blade!" Her voice was resolute, but deep in her eyes was a profound pain.

Carol stood frozen in place, his chest heaving violently, hatred and orders clashing fiercely in his eyes.

Finally, he let out a beastly growl, turned sharply, and charged into another battle, unleashing his fury on a Radiant Elf Anti-Mage.

The heavy runic warhammer clashed with the Anti-Mage's magnificent greatsword, producing a deafening roar.

Each impact was accompanied by a magical explosion and a roar of hatred: "Pay for the fallen star!"

In the Elf Civil War, each element has its own strengths and weaknesses against the other.

But that's war, and even with restraint, there are limits. Restraint has only been achieved to this extent.

We are no longer subject to their arbitrary control.

Even though many officers were trying to suppress it, sometimes sacrifice and death were inevitable for their own interests.

Even precious elves are like this.

Starfall Valley... The number of dead and injured elves exceeded several thousand.

Not far away, a Radiant Elf Anti-Mage captain witnessed the scene of the capture.

His voice, cold and weary, came from beneath his helmet: “Remember, prioritize stunning the Night Elves! Don’t take the lives of your own kind unless absolutely necessary. They, too, are…blinded stars.”

A young, heavily armored warrior beside him peered through the gaps in his visor at the graceful, slender figures of the Night Elves wielding deadly weapons on the battlefield. His voice was filled with confusion and pain: "Captain... what are we fighting for? Those fallen mercenaries, and... those fallen Night Elves, they don't seem so different from us."

A new recruit.

Young elves forced to go to the battlefield as the war continued.

The captain paused for a moment, then parried a whistling magical arrow with his greatsword. The arrow exploded into frost on the runic armor. "For... the order we believe in, child," his voice lowered, carrying an unspeakable heaviness, "for... an era that may never return to."

The sky remained split, and dawn struggled to break through the magical veil of light.

The radiance and moonlight collided violently in the air, erupting into silent annihilation.

The elven warriors darted and clashed amidst magical storms and rain of arrows, each elegant yet deadly attack accompanied by an ancient sorrow.

The blood of the vassal army soaked the earth, and the blood of the elves, with every drop falling, seemed to whisper a mournful elegy of the tearing apart of the same ancient race.

Outside the battlefield.

The war observation committee, jointly formed by the Night's Watch and the Church of the Holy Light, quietly watched the elves' civil war.

Besides the two of them, there were also some pacifists who worked within the elves' ranks.

"The intensity of the war has begun to decline, but internal hatred has been ignited and could get out of control at any time."

A holy priest of the elves murmured to himself.

An elven watchman sighed helplessly.

"The internal contradictions accumulated over thousands of years always need to be vented, but the mistake was that they erupted at such a moment."

Many years have passed since the elven civil war went from conflict and division to open hostility, but in the elven sense of time, it has only just begun.

"However, those young men are starting to get bored, and their vassal army is getting bored too. Do you Night's Watch have any plans for that?"

The Church of Holy Light has been working on this issue, but it hasn't yielded much benefit.

The wars in various places have almost subsided, but as long as the elves are still fighting their civil war, their conflicts will continue to escalate and reignite the flames of war in the world.

Who told them to be the overlords, even if they are only nominally so now?

Although many forces have already set their sights on a new power, the elves are generally a step behind.

They also refused to truly believe that their glory had fallen.

"It should be soon. I don't know the specifics, but I believe the leader will begin to take action."

"The plan to return to the dwarves' homeland is already being prepared. Before that, the civil war must begin to come to an end this year, or at least not escalate further."

The Night Watch has a god.

He speaks with unwavering conviction. (End of Chapter)