A different world game? A different world game!

Bloodbath Fortress.

upper layer.

The Vortex Eye Conference Hall.

The enormous circular hall, composed of broken stone pillars and abyssal crystal that never solidifies, is filled with a heavy and powerful aura.

A circle of chairs made of indestructible obsidian, meteorite iron flowing with stardust, and gnarled roots of living ancient trees surrounds the area.

Seated on top are the leaders of several core defensive nodes of Bloodbath Fortress and large mercenary groups.

They were essentially the key personnel on the battlefield in this bloody war, and most of the battles and various large-scale operations had to be discussed by them.

The presiding officer was a snake-man elder named "Star Watcher" Ceonas, whose entire body was covered in shadowy, flowing scales, whose vertical pupils were cold, and who leaned on a long-handled staff.

They are not snake people from the world of Kana, but snake people from the Astral Plane. In fact, even their appearances are quite different, not to mention their use of power.

A screen of light made of arcane runes floated in front of her, displaying a summary of intelligence from the front lines of "Blood Pit Fortress".

No one was indifferent to this new neighbor; in fact, everyone in Bloodbath Fortress was paying attention, from top to bottom and inside to outside, except for those who were in seclusion and resting.

“'Blood Silver Savior' Kana…”

A deep, resonant sound, like the friction of rocks, rang out.

The speaker sat on a rocky throne that resembled a small mountain range, the colossal Stoneborn Colossus—"Mountain Wall" Torgman.

His granite-carved face was expressionless, with only the amber soul fire flickering in his eye sockets revealing the fluctuations of his thoughts.

“During our brief encounter, I only felt that His divine power was restrained, that He was young, humble, and full of humanity… I never expected that He would have such a background.” His deep voice echoed in the hall.

They were all people whom Kana had met when he first arrived at Bloodbath Fortress.

They know more about Kana than the outside world does.

"Elder Ceonas, the intelligence... has it been confirmed?"

A tall, slender, silver-haired high-ranking elven priestess named "Moonmark" Elendra, her voice like a clear spring striking ice, carrying an undeniable tremor.

Her elegant fingers lightly traced a piece of information on the screen: "...Confirmed to belong to the 'Void Food' plane? Or is it currently being corrupted?"

“It is absolutely true, Ms. Elendra.”

Elder Ceonas's vertical pupils flashed with an unusual light, and her voice carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"Tracing the dimensional coordinates, the anchoring information comes from the archives of the [Eternal Library]—the revised and supplemented 'Atlas of Fallen Stars.' Moreover, it's the latest version, which was only updated and recorded a hundred years ago, making it extremely reliable."

The world under Crown Prince Kana lies on a newly marked path of void progress in the atlas… a star whose brilliance has been dimmed by the exploration and touch of the void's tentacles. And He is the one who, in this apocalyptic crisis, ignited the divine fire and ascended to the position of salvation.

A brief, profound silence fell over the conference room.

Void.

Everyone sitting here knows about this.

This is an existence that no one in the entire astral plane can ignore.

It is the manifestation of the rules of destruction of the entire astral plane, and can be said to be the incinerator of the entire astral plane. However, what it burns is not garbage, but worlds, whether they are fresh or old.

The void will change direction after traveling a long distance through the astral plane. And it has only been a few thousand years since the void last changed direction.

The worlds along its path are collectively referred to as Void Food by other external forces.

Just by hearing the name, you know what it represents; it's exactly what the words mean.

This is a world that was almost deemed to be on the verge of destruction and facing its end.

And the world that Kana lives in is actually a world that is currently being eroded by the void.

It was already in a terrible state on its journey, and now it's in the erosion stage of being touched and devoured. Destruction is just around the corner.

This world will disappear into the astral plane in a few decades, leaving behind a useless empty shell.

"With the broken world as the foundation of the divine throne... facing the gaze of the void..." Torgman's soul fire flickered violently, "Savior..." he repeated the word, his rock-like chest seeming to grow heavier.

"This title... in the ordinary world is already a crown; to raise this banner in a situation of certain death... is to use a divine body to plug the ever-open mouth of the void. This weight... is heavier than the abyss."

“No wonder! No wonder His warriors are so… steadfast!” Chip, an old dwarf sage dressed in a tattered, ancient robe patched with stars, jumped up excitedly from his creaky rattan chair, almost dropping his huge brass magnifying glass.

"Their fighting spirit, their fearless, efficient, and ruthless style! That's the root of it!"

"They are not guarding a fortress or a kingdom! They are fighting for their god... the chance to reclaim the entire world from the mouth of nothingness! How... resolute and tragic this is!"

Tears welled up in his cloudy eyes.

It's clear this person is very sentimental; they're almost in tears right now.

“No wonder the Night Watch’s strategy is so ‘aggressive’.” Elendra’s voice returned to calm, but a complex light flickered deep in her silver eyes.

“Squandering resources like dirt? Firing furnaces in the abyss to ‘collect debts’? For a force burdened with the countdown to the destruction of the entire world, resources are merely a means to an end; time is the true currency.”

"The abyss? It's nothing more than a river of blood that must be crossed on the path to survival. They're not really entangled with demons; they're racing against time, trying to buy a glimmer of hope for the world that's being devoured!"

These are all genuine insights gained from their own minds. Although they are not gods, they are still at the legendary level, having stagnated for an unknown amount of time. Moreover, this is happening in a battlefield of bloodshed, a rare place in the Astral Plane where various worlds converge.

These are remarkably ordinary legends who possess a broader perspective. The world they were born into, and the forces behind them, are undoubtedly among the best in the astral plane.

Therefore, they could easily discern what the Night's Watch was after, coming here under these circumstances to further exploit the power of the Abyss.

They don't know anything about experience or data.

But so-called experience is nothing more than the manifestation of some kind of power in the astral plane; energy doesn't just appear out of thin air.

So essentially nothing has changed; with their perspective, they naturally go straight to the essence.

“Savior…” Torgman uttered the name again in a low voice, his rocky face seeming to grow even more solemn.

"Facing the void without fear, ascending to the divine position means bearing the weight of all living beings... This divine power and responsibility are probably far beyond our previous shallow judgment."

His name as savior is not undeserved; its weight... should be ranked first among those who fought in the Bloodbath." An atmosphere of reverence, awe, and even a touch of unspeakable compassion permeated the leaders. The burden that Karna and the Night's Watch bore was far heavier than anything they had seen or known at Bloodbath Fortress.

They were originally quite respectful of the gods, especially the gods who stood on the side of Bloodbath Fortress, and these gods were all righteous gods.

Those gods who are willing to come directly to the battlefield and participate in it are definitely the strongest fighters on the front lines.

They always held these gods in high esteem.

Now that they know Kana's background, they respect him even more.

If it weren't for the fact that they were all, to some extent, already at the level of divine intervention.

They might all start to develop a faith.

"If we can get the information, those scum on the other side can definitely get it too, not to mention this world that's like food for the void, who knows how many disgusting maggots it has attracted, and those dog shit lords from the abyss."

"However, given their chaotic nature, they will definitely scatter and disseminate the information they have, which might actually lead to a chaotic continued attack."

"I don't know about the others, but that succubus duke will definitely be the first to run away, that cunning beast."

…………

The Crackhammer Tavern was filled with the stench of sweat, sulfur, cheap ale, and deafening noise.

Mercenaries, adventurers, and warriors of various races gather here during lulls in the fighting, gulping down cheap alchemical liquor that burns their throats, and using rude words to dispel fear and exhaustion.

"Hey! Have you heard? That 'blood pit' up north! They just repelled another wave of 'Flesh-Tearer' Grazik's cannon fodder!" An orc warrior missing a fang gulped down a mouthful of wine and slammed his glass down on the greasy wooden table, shattering the rim.

Recent news about Blood Pit Fortress has basically made it the mainstream build in Bloodbath Fortress.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Bloodbath is inherently a deathly place; warfare has remained unchanged for thousands of years, it is purely a battlefield of life and death.

Now, a new force has suddenly emerged, and it is not participating in the Blood War Fortress. It is so bold as to build a separate fortress. It can be said that this is a change that has not been seen in the thousands of years of the Blood War battlefield.

And they persevered, wave after wave.

It seemed like a territory was really about to be carved out, so naturally all the news was about that.

"Damn it! Are those 'night watchmen' just living on piles of ammunition?!"
"I saw with my own eyes that they kept using all sorts of enchanted crossbow bolts and alchemical ammunition on their city walls, and they were even using gold coins to plow the fields."
"Those lesser demons are sizzling like kebabs! I've been fighting tooth and nail on the 'Stonefist' line all day, and the quartermaster only gave me three explosive arrows, three! That's not enough for anything! I have to be careful aiming at their crotches when I'm even fighting a slightly larger Soulbreaker!"

His complaints immediately resonated with many.

A centaur crossbowman named "Windbreaker" Tarn, with a fresh scar on his face and wearing worn leather armor, pawed at the ground in frustration and said with a wry smile, "Don't even mention arrows. Look at their warriors. A Night's Watch warrior with such a big gash in his chest can just drink a potion and jump up to keep fighting berserkers. And look at us?"

He pointed to a companion lying in another corner of the bar, his body wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

"I bet that the Night Watchman's 'potion' is worth more than a bottle of our high-grade healing potion. They just pour it on like it's free!"

Honestly, who uses medicine like that?

Near the bar, a burly dwarf blacksmith named Brok, his face flushed from drinking, was pounding on the bar, causing his glasses to rattle.

"Did you see the message that dwarf Groom sent back?! He said the Night's Watch logistics had four whole crates of high-magic ammunition stacked behind him, four crates!"

"My god, the Godsmith's Hammer! What's the price of that thing on the Fortress Black Market? One could buy this entire set of Fineforged Breastplate, and they're giving it out like it's a beer?! And they're even giving our dwarf friends 'enough'? Do the Night's Watchmen have an infinite gold mine at home?!"

The tavern erupted in a cacophony of envy, jealousy, and hatred, along with even more curses.

Melvin, a thin chaplain dressed in an inconspicuous gray robe, who had been quietly eating his gruel in a corner, couldn't help but whisper in disbelief.

"And then there are those... flares. I heard from a winged archer who just came off duty that each of their watch squad leaders carries three on their waists."

It can be easily thrown out to break stealth, and it also comes with various buffs and burns evil. Its effect is even better than our holy water-blessed 'Exorcising Dust'; people call it 'standard equipment'!

"This is outrageous! It's like burning money to wage war!"

"Exactly! I've never seen anything so extravagant!"

"We're risking our lives, while the Night's Watch are risking 'gold coins,' right?"

"Even the demons of the abyss would weep at this sight!"

Complaints, exclamations, and sour curses rose and fell, mingling with the clinking of glasses.

In the eyes of these frontline soldiers, the Night's Watch's astonishing reserves and logistical support capabilities have surpassed their comprehension, becoming a symbolic representation of power, wealth, and something to be envied and resented.

This stands in stark and glaring contrast to their own meager and carefully managed supplies.

This affluent "posture," right there in the Bloodbath Fortress tavern, became the most direct and enviable testament to the Night's Watch's strength.

Not everyone is an Avenger.

Many people arrive at the abyss through various strange and unexpected accidents; these people are more or less unlucky.

Among these unlucky souls, some were fortunate enough to arrive at Bloodbath Fortress. Others came here by accident, to escape enemies, or for some other purpose.

After all, there are so many worlds in the Astral Plane, with all sorts of situations. A little bit here and a little bit there, and naturally, the Blood War Fortress is filled with people.

The Avengers are not the majority among them; in fact, they represent a minority.

If they are organized into groups, that's fine, but some are just individuals who naturally have to work alone.

Most people are actually after profit. Abyss materials and various other materials are the main source of income.

If the cost of acquiring these materials and slaying demons exceeds the reward, how could they possibly persist for tens of millions of years? Only the Night's Watch, akin to gold miners, could pull off such a feat.

But all of this means they really can only use their own people and the Avengers, because for most warriors, they need benefits; they need materials from the demons.

This act of seizing abyssal energy turns the dead demons to ashes, and even if there are corpses, the amount of materials obtained is greatly reduced.

This is why, after the news spread, not many people went to help Blood Pit Fortress.

I've heard that even more Avengers are heading there.

Who knows, Blood Pit Fortress might become the Avengers' main gathering place after this. (End of Chapter)