A different world game? A different world game!

"Pick a name."

Standing on the city wall, looking down at the devastating battlefield below.

Of course, the tragedy here refers to the demons' tragedy, not the Night's Watch's tragedy. Not a single Night's Watchman lost a life in this battle.

Hearing Leilia's words...

Kana thought for a moment.

"Let's call it Blood Pit Fortress, let this place become a blood pit for demons, a bottomless maw of devourers."

Leilia tasted it for a moment and nodded slightly, which could be considered an agreement.

This place will indeed become a real meat grinder, with a large number of Night's Watchers coming here with the aim of causing demons to die continuously.

“If we want to achieve your goal, then we obviously cannot attack, because only when demons come to this area will their energy after death be converted into experience.”

Leilia has been very knowledgeable about data over the years.

Kana nodded.

"That's why I chose this place. It's not close to Bloodbath Fortress, but it's not too far either."

"It's located on the side of the main battlefield of the bloodbath, and it's also in the area of ​​the closely packed demon front-line camp."

"Our presence here is like a black dot on the eyes of the demons; they can't ignore us no matter what they do."

"So once the bloody battle begins, they will have to send some troops here, whether to hold us back or to kill us, fighting is inevitable."

“Even in times of non-bloodshed, those dim-witted demons will flock here; you can’t expect them to fear death.”

This location was carefully chosen by Cana; it's the kind of place that's both important and unimportant.

Whether it's the demon commander or an ordinary demon, everyone can sense the restlessness in this place.

Therefore, there will never be a shortage of battles here.

There's only one possibility for there to be no fighting here.

That would only be possible if the Bloodbath Fortress side had significantly advanced its battle lines and achieved substantial results.

This victory must be so significant that it gives them the opportunity, or even the possibility, to win this bloody battle.

It's not impossible, but it would take at least several hundred years.

The Night's Watch doesn't need hundreds of years; they only need these few decades.

What they need is decades of continuous fighting, giving them enough time to gain experience.

And it only takes the first ten years or so.

As the game progresses, the number of Void Vanguard forces invading the world will increase, and more troops will need to be transferred back to the original world to deal with the Void Vanguard forces.

Those Void Vanguard will bring enough experience, and then the Night's Watch will have no shortage of experience.

This place has always been a transitional point during the more than ten-year gap in time.

"Shouldn't you train a special group of people? Otherwise, they can't even handle the corpses properly."

Looking at the situation below, Leilia felt somewhat helpless.

It's still about dealing with the corpses.

After all, demons are made entirely of materials.

While everyone's experience in handling corpses wasn't exactly lacking, it was practically nonexistent.

"No need. Leave the professional work to the professionals. As long as we kill enough demons here, those greedy guys will come over."

This place is a chaotic mess, a complete mess.

There are countless black market merchants around the world.

It won't be long before people start coming up to them.

"Alright, I'll leave this place to you for now. Those demons will probably come back again. The battle just now was just the initial test."

Leilia nodded.

Kana returned to the fortress, where a small torch was hidden in the very heart of the fortress.

This is a small avatar of the Tower of Light in the northern part of the City of the Ring, naturally used to collect the souls of the Night Watch and preserve them.

After all, the space here has already been stacked, and the rules have already rushed in and intertwined with it.

……

the other side.

Inside the massive Bloodbath Fortress.

The smell of murky, cheap ale mixed with the odor of sweat, sulfur, and a faint trace of blood.

This creates the unique atmosphere of the "Bonebreaker" tavern.

Taverns, casinos, and other places to express emotions are never lacking in this Bloodbath Fortress; in fact, their numbers far exceed the normal proportion.

After all, this is the abyss.

Inside the tavern.

The rough stone table was crowded with all sorts of figures: wounded mercenaries, avengers of various races with empty eyes but hidden flames, shrewd merchants, and craftsmen covered in machine oil and dust.

This place is usually filled with rude boasting, curses of failure, and whispers of deals.

This is the abyss, this is the fortress of the abyss.

Those intelligent beings who have stayed in the abyss for a long time, even if they were not like this before, will be affected to some extent here.

Temper and chaos often occur here.

But at this moment, almost everyone was talking about the same thing—the newly emerged fortress in the northwest and the incredible battle report that had just arrived.

This is the abyss, and a battlefield of bloodshed.

There are countless ways to transmit messages.

The battle over there had just ended, and soon detailed reports of the battle were already arriving.

Who knows how many people are watching from the shadows?

It's even possible that some battle reports came from the demons themselves.

"Have you heard? Those newcomers! They're treating demons like pigs to be slaughtered!" A minotaur warrior with a face full of scars and a missing ear took a big gulp of wine, his thick fingers slamming against the table, making the wooden cup bounce.

His face showed undisguised excitement and envy, and of course, an almost unmasked savagery every time he mentioned the devil.

"My brother was on duty in the watchtower and saw it with his own eyes! The rain of arrows was like a deluge. And those incomprehensible bottles and jars... a whole barrage went by, and the Demon Vanguard was reduced to ashes!"

Killing demons, the manner of demon deaths, and demon jokes are always the most popular topics in these taverns.

"More than that!"

A nearby elven ranger, wrapped in a tattered cloak and one of Arian's men, added in a low voice.

With a strange glint in his eyes, Karas said, "They are frighteningly disciplined; they don't even utter a sound when they're injured."

"They just poured a potion on him and charged in. What's even more outrageous is that centaur commander... one arrow, just one arrow! And the head of an abyssal behemoth was gone! Boom! Like smashing a rotten watermelon!"

He described it so vividly that anyone who didn't know the story would think he had witnessed it firsthand.

The rumors about Lelia's arrow were starting to get exaggerated.

I wonder what will happen when this news reaches the ears of the person in question?
A collective gasp filled the air. Who in the fortress didn't know the terror of the abyssal behemoth? One arrow, one kill? That power… Why was the abyssal behemoth chosen as a siege beast?

Moreover, it took place on a bloody battlefield, a meat grinder in which various factions of the astral plane had participated to varying degrees.

Because these things are really tough and thick-skinned, the strength of these abyssal behemoths is basically at the level of eleventh level when they first enter the legendary realm, and at most level twelve.

But they are enormous in size and are war beasts born from the abyss.

Given their enormous size, it would take some time to kill them.

The legendary warriors of Bloodbath Fortress often find themselves troubled by these abyssal behemoths.

Many legendary figures died in connection with these abyssal beasts, because some demons liked to sneak up on them and launch deadly attacks while these powerful figures were dealing with these beasts.

For legendary warriors, the Abyss Beast is an insurmountable chariot, inspiring a degree of fear.

As for those stronger than legendary figures, the abyssal behemoths are disgusting, like stinky balls stuck to your body, and you have to be very careful when dealing with them.

"Hmph, they're just low-level cannon fodder. The real test is yet to come."

A sinister voice rang out. It came from a humanoid broker in the corner, dressed in an elegant but dusty robe. He was stroking his goatee, and his small eyes were darting around.

"However, such efficiency and such a battle casualty ratio are somewhat exaggerated, but they are still quite rare."

"What do you think of the Fortress Commander's announcement? 'Freedom Fighters'? Heh heh, this 'hunting ground' ticket isn't easy to get."

His words were loaded with implications; he was clearly assessing the risks and potential rewards—did the Night's Watch need supplies? How should the spoils be distributed? Were there any new trading opportunities within the walls? All this information meant potential wealth.

However, if any of these chaotic reports are credible, then the Night Watch might not need ammunition replenishment.

Because almost every news item explicitly mentions the Night's Watch's reckless spending when unleashing a barrage of ammunition from a distance.

Furthermore, reliable sources from higher levels indicate that the Night's Watch seems to replenish a large quantity of potions during battle.

The only thing he didn't believe was the casualty ratio.

Whether it was a rumor or some reliable information he had, it seemed to indicate that the Night's Watch had not suffered many casualties.

But is this right?
Isn't this right?

Even with the support of medicine, there shouldn't have been too few casualties.

He felt this was an opportunity, but also felt the information was somewhat confusing and unreliable.

"Who cares if the tickets are easy to get!"

A humanoid warrior, covered in heavy, dented plate armor, suddenly stood up. His breastplate bore the emblem of his homeland torn apart by claws, and his eyes were like tempered steel.

"As long as I can kill more demons! As long as I can make them feel pain! I'll go right now! 'Blood Silver Savior'?"
"Listen to that title, it's awesome! Much better than those who just hide behind their fortresses and give orders!"

He slammed the empty wine glass onto the table with a bang and began to examine his enormous two-handed sword.

If only there had been a god with such a title in his world.

Those gods who abandon or even turn their backs on the world are bastards.

Memories flooded back, fueling his anger. He felt he had to kill the demon to quell the hatred in his heart.

Several other Avengers around him, equally imposing and filled with hatred in their eyes, also stood up and began to silently organize their equipment.

For them, the Night's Watch's victory was like a torch lit in the darkness, pointing the way to revenge and providing a target for their rage.

The stalemate in the Bloodbath fortress has lasted for so many years, which is somewhat distressing for these avengers who are burning with flames.

With new entrants, they also wanted to give it a try.

“That’s right!” another voice echoed, this time a dwarf wiping his beloved shotgun with a greasy cloth.

Magic-powered weapons and similar equipment are not exclusive to Night Watchers, but the environment of the Abyss makes them difficult to match.

What he was holding was some kind of alchemical gunpowder product.

Different worlds lead to different developments.

"I've fought half my life in bloody battles, and I've never seen anything so decisive and efficient! Long-range firepower coverage, close combat as solid as a rock, and the commander is a ruthless character!"
"This is real warfare! It's a hundred times better than our previous piecemeal tactics! I'm going to join in the fun and see if I can pick up some tough nuts to crack!"

On the battlefield of bloodshed, the only thing that is never lacking is people willing to risk their lives to kill the demon.

"Hey, big guy!" a shrill voice came from under the table. It was a dwarf with a dusty face, fiddling with several intricate devices.

"When you go, could you keep an eye out for the broken pieces of those canisters from their projectiles? And the arrowheads from those crossbow bolts too? If we can get samples, the price is negotiable. That alchemical stuff sounds really interesting!"

A businessman's instincts are always the sharpest.

The taverns are mostly frequented by mercenaries and warriors from the battlefield.

They all talked about wanting to participate, and quite a few had already left the tavern and started taking action.

This situation isn't limited to this tavern; it's happening all over Bloodbath Fortress.

Although everyone knows in their hearts that the chances of winning against the demons are extremely slim if the blood war is to truly advance.

They were still dissatisfied with the Bloodbath Fortress's evenly matched struggle on the Bloodbath battlefield.

The situation was so intense that it numbed people.

Although they risked their lives to kill the demons, they always hoped the battle would turn out better.

Instead of this endless back and forth.

This is a rare new force, and it is isolated outside the Bloodbath Fortress.

It sounds like it could influence the course of the battle.

There were naturally many participants.

Besides these warriors, there were also many merchants from various black markets.

They astutely recognized the business opportunities within this.

In any case, as long as that new fortress can gain a foothold, it will be equivalent to opening up a new battlefield.

In this damned Bloodbath Fortress, so many years have passed, and the power here has long been divided up. All kinds of resources are traded and sold, and everyone knows who's who.

Some of these transactions have continued for thousands of years.

A newly formed battlefield brings astonishing wealth, providing an opportunity for these small business owners to rise to prominence.

Although it is very likely that all of it was for naught, the fortress was crushed to pieces by the demon army in an instant.

But this time, there's an opportunity.

The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.

Not only did the soldiers and warriors take action, but the merchants also began to move quickly.

They had to take supplies, personnel, and craftsmen with them to that place.

The buzzing in the tavern grew louder.

Shock, admiration, doubt, scheming, pure murderous intent, and the desire for revenge intertwined.

The first battle at the Night's Watch Bastion was like a boulder thrown into the stagnant waters of Bloodbath Fortress, creating enormous ripples.

That cold, gray barrier, in the hearts of countless people, quickly transformed from an "outsider" who needed to prove himself into a new focal point full of bloody opportunities and formidable power.

Many figures had already left the table and headed towards the heavy gate of the fortress leading to the scorched earth outside, a new restlessness permeating the air.

So many years.

The once numb and lifeless Bloodbath Fortress has finally come alive again, a new rhythm has emerged. (End of Chapter)