A different world game? A different world game!

"On behalf of the Kingdom of Telva, I agree to your terms."

The first representative to agree appeared.

As a result, more and more people are coming.

Some people relaxed, but they need to go back and discuss it further.

Many more representatives simply agreed.

Kana's figure vanished silently from the throne, like a thin mist merging into the sunlight.

This time, Kana truly left and stopped paying attention to the meeting.

The suffocating divine power dissipated, and the tense air in the hall suddenly relaxed, replaced by a heavy breathing as if one had survived a catastrophe and a rapidly rising clamor.

Blake and Popper exchanged a glance and nodded almost imperceptibly.

The goal was achieved; at least on the surface, these unruly representatives chose to survive.

But the real trouble is just beginning.

“Since you all… have acknowledged our Lord’s will, the cessation of hostilities is the top priority,” Blake’s voice remained steady and powerful, but lacked the absolute oppressive aura of divine might from before. “Then, the next step is the specific details. The primary issue: the delineation of neutral zones and troop deployments in the current conflict areas of each continent.”

His words were like a powder keg ignited.

"A ceasefire is acceptable!"

The werewolf warlord Grom roared first, his scarlet eyes glaring at a burly lizardman leader covered in scales across the long table. "But Bloodclaw Rift must be returned to our Tervael Empire! That is the burial ground of our ancestors! It has been occupied by these cold-blooded reptiles for almost a hundred years!"

The Teval Empire is the Orc Empire.

Originally, the lizardmen were part of the orc empire, but they broke away a hundred years ago and formed an alliance with some similar cold-blooded intelligent life forms.

The conflict between the two was very serious, and the lizardmen took advantage of the intensified internal conflicts within the Orc Empire in recent years to do some things amidst the chaos.

They could be considered enemies.

The lizardman leader, Salamos, hissed, his forked tongue flicking rapidly, his vertical pupils flashing with a dangerous light: "Hiss... Grom, your ancestors' bones are long gone! The Rift is now a breeding ground for 'swamp nobles'! The end of the world?"

"But we have to solve our living space problem first! We'll only give up the Rift if the Night's Watch finds us a wetland that's just as fertile!"

For the Orc Empire, this rift valley was more of a vanity project, more of a superficial gesture.

But for the lizardmen, it's a matter of survival.

"Quiet!"

Poppot slammed her slender claws onto the Silent Stone tabletop with a sharp crack, and runes flashed across her claws. A chilling aura of order instantly suppressed the anger between the two.

With a gentle swipe.

A map constructed of magic was then displayed before everyone.

"'Bloodclaw Rift' is located at the border between the Northern and Southern Swamps and is a planned node in the joint defense line! It will be designated as a permanent neutral zone, jointly guarded by the Night's Watch, the Church of the Holy Light, and a symbolic guard from each side! Ownership disputes will be resolved after the war based on contributions! Now, shut up and listen to instructions!"

"Wait, wait, wait, what is a joint defense line node?"

The lizardmen's representative, Salamos, immediately raised his hand and asked, something that sounded a little off.

They were just there to compete with the other side and to cause trouble for the Night's Watch.

But why does this seem like there's some kind of arrangement going on here?

Taking this opportunity, Blake said, "While we were focused on the crisis of the evil gods and on the civil war, the vanguard of the Void had already arrived."

"The original vanguard arrived in this world more than a decade ago, and now even more vanguards have entered this world. I believe you are all familiar with them."

Blake's gaze swept over the representatives present.

Some people nodded, some looked confused, and some had unpleasant expressions.

Although no one says it, it's clear that everyone has been affected to some extent.

"You mean there's a void rift here?"

Grom asked, frowning. This was not good news.

"Are you sure?" Salamos asked hurriedly.

Popper nodded.

“We have our own observation model. This is a very dangerous area, and it has been marked long ago. Even if there are no void rifts yet, when the crisis comes, this will definitely be the first place to be torn open.”

We can discuss the observation models and the level of danger later, but now is clearly not the time to delve into these topics.

Grom and Salamos both seemed to have been choked, letting out angry growls before reluctantly sitting back down.

It seems that the threat from the other side is not as great as the threat from the void for the time being.

At this moment, the Elf Prince Orion Morningstar elegantly adjusted his cuffs, as if the conflict just now was merely insignificant background noise.

"The Night Watchers must already have a draft of the neutral zone designation. But the troop ratio and command authority are the key." His gaze swept over Black and Poppot, with a hint of scrutiny that was barely perceptible. "My Elven race's 'Emerald Forest' magic tower is a crucial node in resisting the erosion of void energy."

"The allied legions stationed here must have their mage units under the unified command of our race's high-ranking mages to ensure the stability and efficiency of the spell barrier. Other races... may send auxiliary units."

Clearly, the continent of Tete is such a large area.

It is impossible for a node to be without a void rift.

However, the elves, who had anticipated this, found it and, while suppressing it, even dispatched troops.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the elves clearly wanted to share some of the pressure.

As soon as the Elf Prince Orion Morningstar finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a brief moment.

Blake's assertion that "the Void Vanguard had already infiltrated" was like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond, creating ripples.

"Hmph!" Grom the werewolf snorted, breaking the silence. His scarlet eyes swept over Orion with undisguised contempt.

"'The Emerald Forest' magic tower? It's as if only you elves are dealing with those disgusting void things!"

"That purple rift that tore the sky in 'Howling Wind Canyon' was blocked by the blood and flesh of our warriors and the battle spirits of our ancestors! Three full-strength battle groups were wiped out! What do you guys who hide in the forest playing with magic know?" His rough voice was tinged with blood, both showing off his strength and denouncing his losses.

This caused some of the smaller countries present to begin to stir.

Because some of them have never even encountered a void rift.

Most of them only learned about the situation from snippets of information, and more from the Night's Watch.

After all, the Night's Watch now controls at least six Void Rifts around the world.

A defensive line was built around them, and Night Watchers were constantly dispatched to clear out these Void Vanguards in order to gain enough experience to level up.

The Night's Watch even has a very well-established set of rules.

Almost every Night Watchman who leaves the Void Rift has reached level five, and their strength and willpower have been proven.

Besides these two representatives from major powers.

Representatives from some small and medium-sized countries also chimed in at this moment.

They were also recounting their experience with the void. At that moment, Duke Herian, a human nobleman, took out a handkerchief and vigorously wiped his oily forehead, sweat soaking his magnificent collar.

His fat face was filled with sorrow and lingering fear: "You...you are all so brave! You are truly admirable! But...but our Kingdom of Telwa...alas!"

He sighed heavily, drawing mocking glances from many delegates.

Popper's face was filled with disgust.

While the Night's Watch may not know every region inside and out, they are quite knowledgeable about some regional issues.

“We…we did indeed discover a…unstable spatial distortion point on the edge of the 'Withered Wasteland.' At first, there were just some deformed beasts…then…then…”

His voice trembled slightly: "It began to devour the land! The entire Golden Harvest Plain, the kingdom's most fertile granary! In less than half a year, it... it turned into a barren wasteland filled with eerie whispers!"
“We tried to blockade them, and the knights we sent... men and horses... all... were twisted into purple monsters!” His face was drained of color, clearly the sight had left him with a deep sense of fear.

“We…we are simply powerless to resist, we can only…we can only abandon that area, build a buffer zone…relocate hundreds of thousands of civilians…the losses are devastating!” His voice trembled with tears, a lament seeking sympathy, yet also an excuse for humanity’s inaction—it’s not that we don’t want to help, it’s that we can’t.”

"give up?"

The dwarf representative, Bronze Hill, let out a muffled, thunderous snort, slamming his massive fist on the table, causing the cups and saucers to rattle softly.

"Cowardly act! That damned fissure beneath the Blackrock Mountains nearly turned our main mines into a nest of void worms! We dwarves didn't back down an inch! We forged a mountain wall with adamantite and runes, sealing that monstrous thing deep underground!"
"Two elite runesmith companies were lost for this! Look at you humans, all you know how to do is run away when you're in trouble!" His words were full of dwarven straightforwardness and disdain for human cowardice.

Of course, the Night's Watch played a part in this, but they didn't really provide much help because they were still fighting rats at the time.

Moreover, the size of that void rift was not very large, and it was contained after paying a certain price.

Duke Herian's face flushed red and then paled as he protested, "Your Majesty Bronzebeard! We...we also have warriors! It's just...it's just that our strength is limited! The speed of that void's erosion is too fast! We..."

"enough."

Popper spoke up.

He looked very annoyed.

"We Night's Watch have a dedicated force, and at this stage, we Night's Watch have also spread the blessings from the world."

"Believe that these blessed ones are well able to resist the vanguard of the void, right? You are not without the power to fight back."

As he spoke, he looked at the fat nobleman.

"Let us witness our friendship by reclaiming the lost land."

There's no other way; we have to control the Void Vanguard's rifts as much as possible at this stage.

These void rifts also effectively distract those damned nobles, allowing the Adventurers' Home to expand more quickly.

To empower more ordinary people through digitalization, in this extraordinary world, without sufficient power, any idea is meaningless.

There's no point in resisting.

This is a good opportunity.

……

After leaving the meeting.

Kana entered the interior of the Torch of Light.

The interior of this wonder is not some special structure, but rather a hidden space.

This space was expanded and divided, hidden within this spectacle, where a vast array of rules and forces intertwined.

Seeing that it was running stably, Kana nodded in satisfaction.

The figure disappeared in place.

When they reappeared, they were already in the abyss.

The 1121st floor is a battlefield of bloodshed.

A place where spaces overlap and merge.

The place is desolate, with only faint fluctuations visible in the dark air.

This indicates that the space in this area is not stable.

The integration process is still ongoing.

Every now and then, demons would curiously come here, wanting to see what was going on in this area.

The main issue is that this kind of spatial instability sometimes resembles the scene that occurs when other worlds are linking to the abyss.

The demons of the abyss spread knowledge from the abyss to other worlds. It is through this knowledge that the demons are able to invade other worlds through various forms of prayer.

Under such circumstances, it is easy to obtain some world coordinates.

Over a long period of erosion, this world may move closer to the abyss, eventually leading to spatial fluctuations like those we see now.

With the arrival of Kana.

The demons that had been wandering around immediately began to flee. Although they did not know who Kana was, they could clearly feel the faint aura emanating from him.

He just waved his hand gently.

These fleeing demons exploded instantly.

"We still can't leave them alone; who knows what kind of trouble these devils will cause this time."

Kana tapped twice in the air, talking to himself.

A short while later, the gap in the space opened.

Leilia led the Night's Watch forces back into the Abyss.

Looking at everyone, Kana said.

"You must remain careful and vigilant when fighting in the abyss. The resurrection mechanism does not work here. Only after the space here is completely integrated and interlocked will the ability to resurrect in this area of ​​the world be able to take effect."

Until then, you'll remain the same as before, so don't let your guard down, understand?

Leilia nodded.

"Don't worry, I thought of that a long time ago. Besides, we're not used to being able to revive, right? So we'll still be as vigilant in battle as before."

Upon hearing this, Kana nodded slightly.

"But how long will this integration take?"

"It'll be soon, not long from now."

As he spoke, Kana looked at Lelia.

"This place suits you perfectly, doesn't it?"

Leilia smiled and nodded: "There are traces of battle everywhere, and they are traces of battles against demons. War is never-ending here."

Leilia was grasping the rules of war, and this bloody battlefield was exactly where she belonged. (End of Chapter)