A different world game? A different world game!

abyss.

The 1121st floor is a battlefield of bloodshed.

Inside the spatial curtain.

The whole area is somewhat bizarre and surreal.

The overlapping of spaces is divided into several structures.

The initial stage naturally involved Kana leading the minotaur elder to plan the route and begin placing signposts.

The attraction space is used to extrapolate data, causing it to overlap.

At this point, spaces are approaching each other. This process is difficult to interrupt, or rather, it is meaningless to interrupt it, because it can be easily restarted.

Especially for the god Kana, as long as he is here to protect, the process is very simple.

This is not a troublesome matter.

However, as spaces get closer together until they completely touch, the phenomenon of overlapping spaces will occur.

The overlapping spaces in this film will begin to distort, the rules of the superimposed spaces will evaporate here, and the entire space will become distorted, making it impossible to look out from the inside or in from the outside.

It was like a curtain being drawn over.

The overlapping space in this case is occurring during this process, or even at the stage when this process is about to end.

Once this stage is completed, the spatial overlap is considered finished.

Look into the space behind the curtain.

The scene here is as if the canvas of reality has been roughly crumpled and then barely unfolded.

The spatial veil had not completely dissipated; it was like a semi-transparent, constantly twisting and writhing giant jellyfish membrane, separating this area from the pure, scorched abyss.

Through this trembling "membrane," one can vaguely see a very distorted, polluted sky and a desolate land outside.

Due to the overlapping of spaces, the scene is stretched and distorted, sometimes stretched into eerie stripes, and sometimes squeezed into blurry spots of light.

So seeing it is meaningless, because it is likely just a view from a much farther distance superimposed on it.

The sulfurous wind blew in, carrying a strange echo, as if passing through countless overlapping corridors.

An unstable hum filled the air, the groans of the spatial structure as it adjusted and compressed.

Inside this bizarre and blurred "bubble," the scene is quite different.

A dark gray, arched city wall, built of huge, square stones, stands majestically like the fangs of order growing out of this distorted void!
This is a wall built using the Night's Watch's latest construction technology.

The Night's Watch has been undertaking massive infrastructure projects over the years, a fact that is evident to all races.

Because of the Night Watch's advantages and the somewhat crazy experimental style of the Alchemy Lab.

This has led to very rapid technological advancements in architecture.

These giant, square stones are the perfect product that can already be used.

It can quickly assemble buildings that are sturdy, strong, and highly defensive.

The city wall was built in less than three days, from scratch.

More time is spent on transportation than on construction.

The nested spaces prevent the space equipment from functioning properly.

The Night's Watch's most convenient means of transportation were no longer available, and they could only transport items one by one.

The city wall tightly guards the core area where spaces overlap, protecting the camp area that is under construction inside.

On the surface of the city wall, silver runes of order, recently inscribed, shimmered. Their light flickered somewhat against the distorted spatial background, yet they tenaciously stabilized the structure of the wall, resisting the all-pervasive erosion of the abyss from the outside world.

This technology doesn't belong to the Night's Watch; it belongs to the Dwarves, because the Dwarves once fought against the demonic forces on the continent of Tarriel for a long time.

Although some of the techniques have been lost, they are still usable, as Kana obtained some useful information from the Bloodbath Fortress.

The Tauren chieftain readily provided technical guidance.

This is a battlefield of bloodshed.

As long as you fight the demons, then we're all one family, and everything is negotiable.

Not to mention the god Kana.

On the city wall, defensive equipment is already in place.

The heavy enchanted crossbows were fixed behind the crenellations, their thick bolts gleaming coldly; the soldiers were quickly calibrating the angles of the intricately designed alchemical anti-magic crossbow bolts.

It's not that I don't want to use the magic-powered cannon.

Rather, the magic in this area is too chaotic, and things like cannons need precise adjustments.

It may take some time before we can adjust, modify, and adapt it to fit the device.

Now we can only use these outdated items, but they're more than enough to kill demons.

Since they're all stockpiled, obsolete products anyway, we might as well go all out and make them work.

We'll just saturate the area and not care at all; we'll just treat it as waste to be utilized.

There was no way around it; the Night's Watch's logistical capabilities were simply too strong.

Moreover, the blessings will become increasingly exaggerated as they spread.

All the projectiles that were not used up during the previous war against the rats were piled up in easily accessible locations.

The war with the Rat has led to a surge of new technologies for the Night's Watch, all of which are now obsolete and ready to be put to use.

Although it's not a good way to put it, the Night's Watch's war technology and craftsmanship, along with their supporting alchemical industrial system, are growing rapidly, even to the point of being somewhat uncontrolled.

From the very beginning, the Night's Watch were born for war.

This leads to rapid iteration of their weapons and equipment.

Cana never intended to stop it; in fact, he deliberately provided favorable conditions from the shadows.

Before the void crumbles, everything must make way for war.

Sufficient logistics can guarantee the survival of all lives, at least the vast majority of ordinary lives, which are infinitely better than they were before.

Everything appeared efficient and orderly, creating a stark contrast with the chaotic and distorted background of the outside space.

On the temporarily leveled open ground below the inner side of the city wall, there was a grim military formation.

The legendary centaur warrior, Lelia, stood at the forefront of the formation, like a mobile crucible of war.

Her dark silver, heavily enchanted plate armor covered her tall, muscular centaur body. Each light tap of her metal hooves on the ground produced a deep, powerful echo, as if giving this unstable space a firm rhythm.

She held a heavy adamantite warhammer in her hand, its head planted firmly on the ground, radiating an invisible pressure.

They changed weapons again.

It seems that she was comprehending some kind of rule, because from the moment she entered the Legend, she began to frequently switch between different weapons to fight on the battlefield.

Greatswords, spears, battle axes, giant hammers, bows and arrows, javelins... you name it, they have it.

The vast majority of her contributions were used to commission weapon forging at the Blacksmith Workshop.

Every single item here is a true masterpiece, a legendary weapon.

It can be said that the cost was enormous.

But since Leilia has made so many contributions, she can definitely afford it.

Her long, lava-red hair danced wildly in the strange winds brought about by the spatial turbulence, like a burning flag.

Leilia's hair color can be changed, especially when war comes; it is a manifestation of some kind of power.

Those eyes, burning with fighting spirit, were like lighthouses piercing through the fog, sharply scanning the assembled Night's Watch phalanx before them.

Although everyone always jokingly refers to Leilia as the angry pony in the channel.

But once in war.

No Night's Watchman would fail to respect this true god of charge.

She was absolutely the spearhead of every major war, the absolute morale leader, and a true war butcher.

Her battlefield performance over the years has earned her the respect and admiration of everyone.

Who wouldn't admire a leader who always charges ahead on the battlefield, displaying heroic courage, and who, outside of war, is carefree and playful?
Everyone respects and loves her very much!

Five thousand elite Night's Watch warriors, clad in uniform dark gray armor, the silver star rings and sword-and-torch emblems on their armor still clearly visible even in the distorted light. Their weapons and equipment were specifically designed for the Abyss environment.

This showcases the financial resources and equipment forging system of our Night Watch.

The Guardians of Light stood in neat rows according to their unit types—heavy shield bearers, spearmen, crossbowmen, and assault troops—like a dark gray steel jungle.

This classification is based on their profession and the different skill directions and specializations they have chosen.

There was no noise, only the faint metallic sound of armor rubbing together, heavy breathing, and the low rumble of space distortion.

Leilia's voice, like rolling thunder, pierced through the hum of space, clearly reaching the ears of every Night's Watch warrior, carrying an undeniable power:
"The spatial barrier is thinning, and the stench of the abyss has already seeped in! Those chaotic dregs, they can smell us, just like hyenas smell flesh and blood!"

She raised her massive warhammer and pointed it at the violently undulating, increasingly clear curtain.

"Can you see outside? Scorched earth! Bloodstained walls! Endless madness! That's what we're about to face! This wall..."

She slammed her warhammer into the solid foundation of the city beside her, producing a dull thud. "This is the boundary of our world! As long as the walls stand, order stands! Let the Abyss taste the wrath of the Night's Watch!"

This is very important.

This is the key factor in whether they can accumulate enough strength to resist the abyss before it arrives.

It's a crucial source of experience points, so it can't be taken lightly.

Her gaze, like a tangible flame, swept across the resolute faces hidden beneath the visors.

"The Night's Watch's glory is with us! But that glory must be defended with the blood and bones of our enemies! Grip your weapons, check your gear, and prepare for the killing with every breath you take!"

"Remember your oath, remember why you fight—for the peace of your homeland, for this land we have won from the abyss with order!"

Although they were somewhat like they were waging an invasion.

But this kind of thing can definitely be linked to revenge.

The abyss is a cesspool.

There's no need to talk about chivalry or honor; you can put anything ugly on it without any problem.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with what you're saying.

"When that membrane completely disappears."

She swung her warhammer high above her head, its head flashing a blinding red light in the distorted glow. "Let those bastards of the abyss see what an iron will is! What the wrath of the Night's Watch is!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Her response was the silent yet deafening sound of five thousand soldiers striking the ground with their weapons!
The synchronized roar seemed to momentarily pause even in this unstable space.

The Night's Watch troops.

They are undoubtedly a group of proud and fierce soldiers.

Since their debut, thanks to the blessings bestowed by the Night's Watch, they have always been the most outstanding force on the battlefield.

Their injuries, which only caused them pain and did not lessen their suffering, kept their morale high and made them exceptionally strong on the battlefield.

They won one war after another that seemed impossible to win.

They don't understand what failure is, nor do they understand what retreat is, let alone what death is.

Victory is everything.

The dark gray steel jungle, against a bizarre and surreal backdrop, exudes a cold, resolute, and indomitable aura of slaughter, awaiting the curtain to fall completely and the inevitable swarm of filth to come.

Lelia stood at the front of the battle, like a statue of a war god about to be ignited. Her molten aura intertwined with the humming of distorted space, foreshadowing the coming storm.

"Crack!"

The curtain was torn to shreds.

The overlapping curtains of space seemed to be completely torn apart by an invisible hand, and the area where the light had been distorted and the scenery blurred for a long time suddenly became clear.

The spatial overlap is complete.

The surrounding space immediately filled the Night's Watch with a comfortable feeling, as if they had returned to their own world.

The abyss still lingers, but under the cover of the city walls and the resistance of the overlapping rules of space, it seems to have become tolerable and no longer bothersome.

In an instant, their spirits lifted considerably.

Beneath the murky sky of the abyss, a completely different scene is revealed.

No longer a scorched wasteland or a writhing chaotic energy, but a solid and cold barrier that stretches across the boundary between the scorched earth and the overlapping space!

It is constructed from dark gray, light-absorbing boulders, and its surface is engraved with simple yet powerfully ordered runes.

Under the blowing of the sulfurous winds of the abyss, it exudes a stable, cold, and desolate aura that rejects chaos.

On the towering watchtower of Bloodbath Fortress, every black feather of the Arakkoa scout Karas bristled, and his sharp pupils instantly contracted to their maximum size.

"Northwest! The overlap is complete!"

His voice was sharp and shrill from shock and speed, “A bulwark! A completely new bulwark, with a different architectural style! There are… there are living things on it! Living things from the Order side!”

Faction detection is an essential skill for every scout.

This thing certainly can't be used to distinguish friend from foe, but it's more or less a simple way to make a judgment.

However, since the Night's Watch has maps, they rarely use this for identification.

His vision pierced through the thin sulfurous mist, clearly capturing the figures standing guard above and behind the ramparts.

Those figures wore uniform, dark armor that covered their entire bodies, with golden torch emblems resembling burning stars.

He didn't recognize the emblem.

But at first glance, he understood that it was related to the newborn god; it was the mark of that god.

They stood silently behind the battlements, their weapons gleaming, bows and crossbows nocked, spears like a forest. There was none of the commotion or laxity often seen in chaotic camps, only the heavy pressure of discipline forged from iron and blood.

What an imposing sight! Truly a powerful army!

He was a scout, and he could tell the strength of each unit at a glance.

And this one.

This is undoubtedly a powerful army!

"How many? What race? Did you see the flag?" Arian's voice rang out immediately, carrying the calmness unique to elves, but also a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

This represents genuine support.

The newly born god not only intervened himself, but he also brought his own forces, or rather, his own retinue.

This shows that this deity truly wanted to intervene in the blood war and do something during it, rather than simply coming to take a look.

"At least five thousand! Mostly humans, but also... orcs? Dwarves? Uh, elves?"

He was momentarily stunned.

Why is it so mixed up?

“A mixed bunch, but frighteningly disciplined! The flags…” Karas gazed into the distance.

"A black flag? Crossed swords in the middle, with torches at the bottom! Never seen one before! Wait... at the highest point of the fortress, that's... a centaur?! A legendary aura! She stands atop the city wall like a piece of burning lava!"

He was describing Lelia.

He couldn't understand.

Why would a centaur lead such an army?
Why is the army under the command of this god so mixed up?

In this case, there is only one possibility: that the belief in this deity has spread to multiple worlds.

But that's not right.

This is a newly born god who has received definite news.

How does a newly born god spread his faith across multiple worlds and command such a mixed army of races?
Moreover, these troops were surprisingly disciplined and worked together seamlessly, even when they were all mixed together.

He doesn't understand.

He was greatly shocked.

A lightning strike at the opening ceremony. (End of Chapter)