A different world game? A different world game!

The crow-man watched.

He needed to gather intelligence and understand those who were on their side.

Let's put aside the issue of the mixed teams for now; that's obviously not the focus right now. We can figure out the reasons for it later.

The focus is on the current situation.

They are about to collide.

This legendary centaur warrior is the core and symbol of the defense at this moment.

Her tall figure was covered in dark silver enchanted heavy armor, and her metal hooves trod steadily on the cold stone bricks of the ramparts, each tiny movement carrying immense force.

In her hand she held a massive longbow, almost as tall as herself, radiating an ominous gray-blue aura, its body wreathed in energy that seemed to be alive.

The crow people weren't entirely sure, but it seemed to be related to the power of the soul.

This is all that can be seen from the surface.

Her long, lava-red hair danced wildly in the wind, which was filled with the smell of blood and sulfur, and her eyes, burning with fighting spirit, were like two inextinguishable flames from the abyss.

It pierced through space, coldly surveying the filthy torrents that were beginning to gather on the abyss.

He glanced in the direction he was being observed, then stopped paying attention.

She saw me.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to care.

Even though we are so far apart.

The crow people could also sense the intent to fight in the other's eyes.

Is he a legendary powerhouse born for the battlefield and for war, a master of the power of rules?

Almost the instant the spatial overlap was completed, the chaotic will of the abyss sensed the invasion of this "alien order".

Or perhaps they sensed it all along, and now it's time for the real struggle to begin.

Like water splashed with boiling oil, the area in the northwest corner of the battlefield, towards the demon camp, instantly erupted into chaos!

The chaotic roars and piercing screams merged into a nauseating sound wave.

Visibly, a massive demon force, composed of low-ranking lesser demons, berserker demons, freaks, and several abyssal behemoths serving as the core of the assault, began to break away from the main battlefield under the lashing and cursing of higher-ranking demon officers.

Like a filthy torrent, carrying the instinct for destruction and blasphemy, it surged wildly toward the newly emerged barrier!

Their goal is singular—to tear down this obstructive "wall of order" and devour all life within it!
This is a battlefield of bloodshed.

But this place is also the territory of the abyss.

Not every cowardly or foolish race can swagger around here.

"The demons have moved! A main force flanking them, numbering at least five times their size, is charging towards the city walls!"

Karas reported urgently, "Fortress! Do we need to send reinforcements? The garrison looks strong, but there are quite a few demons!"

A brief silence fell over the watchtower.

The Minotaur Groom gripped the axe handle tightly, letting out a low growl, while Irian frowned slightly.

"support?"

A cold and weary voice came from the communication array; it was the fortress commander: "Remember the unspoken rules of the Blood War, Karas. Every inch of land, every resource, must be fought for with blood and fire."

“That space, that fortress, is their territory. To take root in the abyss and draw nourishment from the bloody battle, they must prove they have the strength to defend it independently. The fortress’s resources must be used on the main battlefield.”

This is an unspoken rule, and it's the task that every god who wants a piece of the pie in the abyss must accomplish.

Either the power of the god or his retinue is able to resist the demons, or the god himself is powerful enough to fight a god of equal rank and wipe out the demons who are trying to do something.

The commander paused, a hint of cruelty in his voice: "Issue a global announcement. Proclaim to all freedom fighters engaged in the bloodbath on Floor 1121, those yearning for revenge, seeking glory, or simply wanting to kill more demons: The bulwark of the 'Bloodsilver Saviors' has appeared."

"The tainted blood of demons is flowing toward it. There will be a new meat grinder, a new hunting ground. Those who wish to go, take up arms and cross the scorched earth. The fortress will not open a portal for them, nor will it send out any organized troops."

This is the greatest support Bloodbath Fortress can provide. There are many Avengers here who only want to kill more demons and don't care about anything else.

The command was executed swiftly.

A notification message imbued with magical power spread like an invisible ripple throughout the Bloodbath Fortress and its surrounding area in an instant.

It reached the ears of every avenger, mercenary, and exile fighting alone.

This is the law of the abyss: to gain, you must give.

To share in the "dividends" of this new battlefield, one must use their own strength to earn a ticket to the game.

On top of the ramparts, Lelia slowly raised her massive longbow, the bowstring emitting a deep, dragon-like tremor under her powerful strength.

Her icy gaze locked onto the few most ferocious and largest berserker demons at the forefront of the demonic torrent.

"Night Watch!"

Her voice, like rolling thunder, instantly resounded throughout the entire fortress, drowning out the howling winds of the abyss and the distant roars of demons.

"The bastards of the abyss have come! For the glory of the Night's Watch, for the future of our world—grip your weapons and steady your minds!"

"Let these scum of chaos, with their corpses and wails, bear witness to the will of the Night's Watch, and pave our path to power!"

Her response was the resounding, silent yet deafening thud of weapons fired by five thousand Night's Watch warriors!
The dark gray barrier, like a cold star suddenly shining in the abyss, is about to clash most brutally with the surging tide of filth.

The prelude to war has begun amidst the silent chill and the clamor of demons!

The foul winds from the abyss, carrying the stench of sulfur and blood, crashed violently against the cold walls.

Outside the city walls, a filthy torrent surged forth with destructive force.

"put!"

Leilia's command, like an icicle, pierced the first line of the demons' clamor.

The moment the sound faded, a chilling roar of machinery erupted from the ramparts!

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

It wasn't a sparse barrage of arrows, but a metallic storm unleashed by the simultaneous roar of dozens of heavy enchanted ballistae!

Thick steel crossbow bolts, as thick as an arm and shimmering with anti-magic runes, tore through the air with a sharp whistle and pierced the berserker demon horde charging at the forefront!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The dull, tearing sounds continued in unison.

The massive berserker's prized tough skin and chaotic fel shield were easily pierced like cheap leather armor by the Night Watch's specially made anti-magic crossbow bolts.

The immense kinetic energy propelled their massive bodies backward, smashing through a group of low-level demons behind them.

The filthy blood and shattered entrails instantly stained a large patch of scorched earth red.

Demons don't know how to form formations; they just swarm together and charge forward.

"Second wave, free scattering! Cover the central formation!"

The commander on the city wall spoke in a cold, emotionless voice.

They were already the elite of the war effort; even if these demons were right in their faces, they could still calmly respond to commands.

The archers, who were already prepared, raised their uniquely shaped alchemical repeating crossbows in unison.

Pull the trigger!

To be honest, they haven't used this kind of weapon, which can be described as rather primitive, for a while.

Because they had already implemented magic-powered firearms, but due to the Abyss environment, they needed to re-modify and remake weapons to suit the environment.

Some people still miss it; they haven't lost their skills.

Boo hoo hoo-!
A dense, suffocating sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

It was no longer a point-to-point sniping, but a barrage of bullets covering the area! The alchemical armor-piercing arrows, shimmering with a faint light, rained down like a torrential downpour, precisely covering the demon ranks beyond the range of the ballistae.

Flomo tried to flap its wings to dodge, but its membranous wings were pierced by a predictable barrage of arrows; the agile little devils were instantly riddled with bullets under the barrage.

The demons' charge stalled, and their formation visibly thinned out and became chaotic.

"Their remote control... is so simple and efficient!"

On the watchtower of Bloodbath Fortress, the voice of the Arakkoa Karas trembled with excitement.

He had witnessed the brutality of bloody battles, but he had never seen such efficient and ruthless long-range firepower reaping!

The main point is that they are very willing to unleash their full firepower.

The demons' numerical advantage seemed like a joke in the face of this metal storm.

no way.

Who could blame them when the Night's Watch faced enemies far more numerous than even demons?

This is the only way to launch a frenzied, saturation attack.

"Third wave! Throwings, cover the front line!" The order was given again.

The Night Watch warriors, who had been waiting for a long time, unhesitatingly poured down the mountain of "discarded goods".

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The alchemical incendiary cauldron crashed onto the scorched ground, instantly exploding into large, sticky, incandescent flames that ignited the demon's fur and the tarry earth beneath its feet, forming a leaping wall of fire.

This is a professional weapon, designed to deal with all kinds of evil beings.

Targeted material production.

I guarantee these demons will have a blast.

The strong acid tank, a remnant of the war against the evil rats, ruptured, releasing a pungent, yellowish-green acid mist that corroded the demon's carapace and flesh, eliciting painful screams.

Not to mention the heavy logs and boulders that rolled down from above, smashing the chaotic demon formation into disarray.

The demons' charge was completely thwarted by these three waves of precise, deadly, and saturated ranged attacks when they were still a hundred paces away from the city walls!

The vanguard was almost completely wiped out, the middle ranks were in ruins, and the following troops were caught in instinctive confusion and hesitation in the face of the sea of ​​fire, acid mist and the severed limbs of their comrades.

"Raise shields! Hold the line! Spearmen, prepare to engage! Assault teams, stand by!"

Leilia's voice rang out again, still as steady as a mountain.

She didn't even move, but coldly stared at the hellish scene below, the huge gray-blue longbow in her hand hanging slightly, as if the massacre just now had nothing to do with her.

This time their objective was to defend the city walls, adopting a defensive posture rather than an offensive one. Therefore, Lelia did not need to charge ahead, but instead created what she called a storm within the enemy ranks.

When the first wave of scattered, lucky imps and a few berserkers rushed to the foot of the city walls, they were met with a steel jungle.

"Stand up your shield!"

Clang! The massive, dark gray shield was slammed into the ground, instantly forming an indestructible metal dam.

From the gaps in the shields, a gleaming, adamantine spear thrust out with the speed and ferocity of a venomous snake!

puff!puff!puff!
Precise, efficient, and deadly.

Every spear aimed straight for the vitals; there were no superfluous movements, no frantic roars, only silent slaughter.

The demons climbing the city walls were easily pierced and knocked down by spears.

For these demons, the height of the city wall is meaningless; they can easily scale it without any assistance.

The main advantage is the tactical advantage of being on a high ground.

Occasionally, a strong berserker would crash into the shield wall, only to be met with the sight of a steel mountain. He could only swing his weapon in vain before being pierced by several spears and pinned to the ground beneath the city wall.

The Night's Watch's defenses are as solid as a rock.

"Wow! This unit is amazing!"

Karas pressed his beak almost against the cold stone wall, his voice distorted with extreme shock, "They...they're slaughtering! Slaughtering demons like harvesting wheat! Those demons haven't even warmed the city walls!"

Arian's silver-gray eyes were also filled with shock. He stared intently at the dark gray barrier, at the silent and efficient killing machine: "Discipline... perfect discipline, precise command, and... that absolute calm that disregards casualties."

He saw a Night Watchman being struck by the Berserker's claws, his shoulder armor shattering and blood instantly staining his lining. But the warrior only swayed and groaned, and his companion immediately took his place.

He quickly stepped back, took out the medicine from his pouch and poured it down, the whole process flowing smoothly, as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times.

There were no screams, no panic, only an iron will and efficient battlefield management.

“The fortress…we really don’t need it…” Groom’s voice was also filled with unease. The veins on his hand gripping the axe handle bulged, both shocked by the Night’s Watch’s power and a little anxious about this cruel “observation.”

He wanted to participate; how could someone not be involved in the slaughter of demons?

"Keep watching!" The commander's voice, tinged with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible surprise, came through the communication array. "The Abyss's probing... is not over yet."

As if to confirm his words, heavy, muffled footsteps echoed from behind the chaotic torrent of demons.

Several abyssal behemoths, like moving mountains of flesh, pushed aside the low-level demons blocking their path and slowly pressed towards the barrier, spurred on by the roar of the Balor Flame Demon projection!

They have thick skin and tough flesh, so ordinary crossbow bolts and arrows have little effect on them.

Just as this behemoth entered the longbow's optimal range, Leilia, at the highest point of the fortress, moved.

She didn't even aim deliberately.

She easily drew the enormous gray-blue longbow to its fullest extent. What condensed on the bowstring was not a physical arrow, but a highly compressed mass of gray-blue energy radiating destructive energy!
The energy stream wrapped around the bow surged wildly into that mass of energy, as if it were a living thing.

Om-!
A piercing shriek tore through the air! A gray-blue energy arrow transformed into a destructive streak of light, arriving in an instant!

Boom! ! !

Like a meteorite falling to earth! A violent explosion erupted on the head of the leading abyssal behemoth!

The terrifying shockwave instantly overturned the demons within a radius of tens of meters.

The mountain-sized head of the behemoth was blasted to pieces, and its massive body collapsed as if its bones had been removed, crushing a large number of demons who couldn't dodge in time!
One arrow! Just one arrow! It instantly killed the siege behemoth of the abyss!

The entire battlefield seemed to have been paused.

The roars of demons, the whistling of Night's Watch arrows, and even the howling winds of the abyss all paused for a moment.

On the watchtower, the crow-man Karas had completely lost his voice, only able to make gasping sounds like "ho...ho..."

Minotaur Groom's eyes were wide open, and his jaw almost dropped to his chest.

Arian took a deep breath of the sulfurous air, his fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the stone stack.

This legendary expert was even more powerful than they had imagined.

Moreover, judging from the opponent's posture, ranged attacks are clearly not its true strength; it is obviously more suited to slaughtering in the army formation.

On the rampart, Leilia slowly lowered her longbow, and the gray-blue energy flow on the bow gradually subsided.

Her molten lava gaze swept over the demon remnants below, utterly routed by the death of their behemoths and now trampling each other in their escape. Her icy voice echoed across the battlefield once more:

"Commandos! Wipe out the remaining enemy! Leave no one alive!"

The dark gray steel wall resembles a cold, hard, and unshakeable reef in the abyss.

The filthy tidal wave crashed and shattered everything, leaving only a mess of debris and a silent shock.

The scouts of Bloodbath Fortress witnessed this crushing battle, and only one thought remained in their minds: this battlefield had welcomed a trustworthy "new neighbor."

However, this is only the forward position.

Because there were no powerful legendary demons overseeing or participating in the battle.

This is a simple test.

Whether it can truly be protected depends on many factors. (End of Chapter)