A different world game? A different world game!

The war on the battlefield never ends.

The Blood Pit Fortress, which was trying to gain a foothold here, was also enduring wave after wave of demonic attacks.

The Night's Watch has always welcomed wave after wave of demonic attacks, especially now that they have completed the fortress and connected it to the portal.

The Night Watch arrives in waves and rotates, keeping the number of people in Blood Pit Fortress at a suitable level.

This way, the demon won't be under too much pressure, causing it to focus too much energy on this, and it won't be unable to prevent the demon from encountering unavoidable accidents.

It's difficult to strike the right balance.

Fortunately, they had enough time to make adjustments, and the Night's Watch's logistical support and the Night's Watch's own resilience also provided a relatively high margin for error.

Another inevitable, routine invasion is about to occur.

But it didn't take too long. The numerous battles had shown the demons that Blood Pit Fortress was different from the arrogant and foolish forces of the past; it had come prepared and established a firm foothold.

Moreover, as information about the Night Watch and Kana began to circulate among the demons, some demons began to resist going there.

But the will of the abyss is unavoidable.

Even if you resist, chaotic and insane demons will come.

The roars and explosions of battle finally subsided, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and the stench of sulfur.

Beneath the city walls, the piled-up remains of demons, like burning paper, decayed, disintegrated, and turned to ashes at a visible speed, merging into the filthy, scorched earth, leaving almost no trace.

This scene was commonplace for any Night's Watchman, for they had seen far too many, not just demons, but also rats and cultists.

Several Avengers who had just arrived leaned against the cold metal wall, panting. Watching this bizarre yet efficient scene, they somewhat bewilderedly put down their skinning knives or gathering tools.

They had naturally heard about it, but they still went ahead with the collection effort out of habit.

"Tsk... It's convenient, but... we can't even get a single hair or a piece of bone?"

An orc warrior with a scar on his face carefully unscrewed a bottle of healing potion he had received from the Night's Watch medical team, wincing in pain as he applied it to his bleeding arm, muttering to his comrade who was also resting beside him.

The liquid medicine emitted a cool and soothing scent, and its effects were immediate. He couldn't help but mutter in admiration, "Damn, this stuff... it's worth more than the wine that the stinky elves drink, right? It really feels good when you apply it."

The thought of the Night's Watch using this stuff as water is heartbreaking.

Beside him, a burly minotaur, missing a horn, was struggling to bite open a square block of compressed rations distributed by the Night's Watch.

This is the standard ration for every Night's Watchman, as a good dining environment isn't always available during battle.

Therefore, such compressed blocks are essential. The Night's Watch would naturally not be stingy with these Avengers, and these logistical supplies are distributed according to the Night's Watch's standards.

Go ahead and use them; the night watchmen have plenty of these little gadgets.

He had mentally prepared himself to bite into the wax block, but when he took a bite, the block, which was wrapped in grains and bits of dried meat, had a subtle salty aroma, a perfect balance of softness and firmness, and even a strange, refreshing plant fragrance.

"Well?!"

He glared at the orc, then mumbled indistinctly, "Brother... try this 'brick'!... It's a hundred times better than the stale black bread sold at that lousy bakery in Blackhorn! This is weird, you can get this while fighting in the Abyss?"

Tauren usually don't care much about food or drink, but this kind of thing inexplicably suits his taste and makes him very happy.

The blindness brought on by the numb battle disappeared instantly, and my mood became pleasant.

The watchman beside him didn't say anything, but his eyes held a hint of wistfulness.

The Night's Watch found the rations somewhat dry and unappetizing.

Not far away, several people who looked like elves and dwarf mercenaries were also chewing the same military rations, with similar expressions of disbelief on their faces.

They are of different races and their tastes should be different, but everyone thought this food tasted pretty good. I wouldn't say that everyone thought it was delicious, but definitely no one thought it was unpalatable.

This is absolutely outrageous.

The Abyss is a melting pot of all sorts of races, with different lifestyles, knowledge, beliefs, and even tastes, which often lead to fierce battles.

No food is universally accepted.

And these military rations have gained the approval of most people.

If news of this gets back, the halfling who concocted this recipe will probably be smug about it.

He would definitely point his finger at those Night's Watchmen who said the taste wasn't good or that it was dry, and then boast about his good intentions.

Take another look here.

One of the elves shook his head and said, "I used to hate cleaning up the battlefield the most... those damned profiteers!"

"Even the best devil eyeballs are picked over and haggled over, treated like they're being disposed of as waste. Now... tsk, there's no need to even haggle."

His tone was complex, it was hard to tell whether it was regret or relief, but more than anything, it was surprise at the Night's Watch's "clean and efficient" way of ending things and their wonderful rations.

Behind them, the interior of the "Blood Pit Fortress" was completely different from when it was first built.

What was once just a metal frame and simple facilities has now been neatly divided up. Beside the passageway, steadily illuminated by alchemical light.

To the left is the equipment maintenance area, where standard weapons and armor are stacked on cold metal racks. Some Night Watch warriors, who have experienced fierce battles, silently replace damaged parts with efficient and precise movements.

On the right is a relatively "lively" supply and simple living area.

In a space cobbled together from several metal tables, a few uniformed Night Watch support staff were selling supplies.

Piles of gray, square military rations, various medicines in transparent standard tubes, compressed water tablets, and basic clothing and consumables... The price tags were clearly marked in the Abyss Common Language, and the price charged was Abyss Coins circulating in Bloodbath Fortress.

A cunning goblin merchant from Bloodbath Fortress was crowding around the supply table, spitting as he tried to lower the price of a dozen red bottles, but the Night's Watch logistics personnel pointed expressionlessly at the price tag, refusing to budge.

Anyway, I'm not expecting to make any money, and this price is definitely very low. Take it or leave it.

Not far away, several merchants of humanoid races, covered in dust and clearly bearing the insignia of the Blood War Fortress, were looking around curiously at the interior structure of the new fortress that had stood firm against the demonic tide, their eyes filled with inquiry and assessment.

The Avengers rested, healed, and ate, while the Night Watch worked, traded, and rested in silence.

The aromas of food and wine mingled with the refreshing scent of medicine, temporarily masking the stench of blood and sulfur.

Merchants from Bloodbath Fortress wandered around, talking in hushed tones.

This blood pit fortress, this steel furnace that devours the flesh and blood of the abyss, has its core operating quietly like a fully functional and sophisticated community—cold, efficient, and orderly.

It has taken root here, drawing nourishment from the abyss to sustain itself, and has become an undeniable presence on this scorched land.

Lelia stood on the high platform of the central building, observing the entire fortress and the battlefield in the distance.

His expression was a mixture of resentment and helplessness. He couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

“We’ve got it all out in the open; those demons are cowering in fear.”

The adjutant beside him couldn't help but remind him.

"The devil's actions never stop, one wave after another."

Leilia turned her head and glared at him.

"Do you think I don't know? I'm talking about those legendary demons, those demons who are even slightly sane."

Shouldn't all demons be acting like they're mentally challenged, constantly shouting for battle? Why are they sending cannon fodder every day?

Leilia was both indignant and puzzled.

Before coming to the Abyss, all his dealings with demons were in the world, and those demons all descended through rituals.

Especially the demons that descended during the later stages of the war, each possessed legendary or near-legendary power.

They were utterly insane; they called these creatures ants and maggots.

In any case, they all have an incredibly strong fighting spirit and never show any signs of being cowardly.

But who knew that they had arrived at the abyss, at the demons' stronghold, and the high-ranking demons all cowered in fear.

Apart from her first attack, Leilia hardly made any moves.

Under normal circumstances, his legendary power to sweep away demons would greatly relieve the Night's Watch of the pressure.

But the problem is that's the normal situation. The Night's Watch built a blood pit fortress here, with overlapping spaces. Is that normal?

They're here to steal experience points.

Naturally, it's necessary to plan the appropriate forces and their ranks.

Apart from the necessary high-level troops, most of the Night Watchers are actually not very high-level, and they fight against the demons here to gain experience from what the demons produce.

If you level up and become stronger in combat, you'll gain less experience, which would be a waste.

As a legendary being, Leilia naturally wouldn't go on a rampage to slaughter demons below the legendary level, as it would be a waste of energy and experience.

One should deal with enemies according to their strength.

Perhaps for this reason, every member of the Night's Watch is among the best in their class.

Even if they are enemies, they will choose those of similar strength.

Listening to Leilia's complaints, the adjutant beside her said somewhat helplessly, as if chatting casually:
"The demons that invaded our world were all under the command of the Blood God. You know what kind of evil god that is. What kind of normal demons are under his command? They are probably the most chaotic and insane among all demons."

Upon hearing this, Leilia was stunned; it seemed that it was indeed true.

The demons under the Blood God's command are all warmongers, and they won't stop fighting just because you're stronger than them or afraid of death. Otherwise, they wouldn't have become messengers under the Blood God.

There are a great many demons here, a mixed bag from different entities, so their ways of doing things are naturally different. It is not that the chaos of demons necessarily means they are insane.

Just as she was complaining, Kana appeared beside her without her noticing.

Seeing Kana, whom she hadn't seen for quite some time, Lelia was somewhat surprised and raised her eyebrows.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other. What have you been up to? I heard you haven't been home either."

"Shut your mouth, I'm thinking."

"What the hell? What are you thinking about here?"

Leilia glanced at the other person speechlessly. How could she have become so childish after becoming a god?

But that's also a good thing.

All the Night's Watch members, especially the middle and upper ranks, had to admit that since the creation of the Night's Watch, Cana seemed to have hardly rested and was always on the move.

Although many of the Night's Watchmen didn't say it, they were genuinely worried that Cana would collapse from exhaustion.

Fortunately, Kana still had desires, like a living being, and the Royal Guard Knight Alyris had been closely following him.

Although he still has a cheerful and talkative personality, most of the time when he meets with Kana, they talk about various development tasks and goals, and discuss serious matters.

There are very few opportunities to chat, even on the channel.

At this stage, Kana still rarely chats in the channel, but he seems quite relaxed.

But thinking about it, he has become a god after all, so he shouldn't be so tired and exhausted.

Leilia had never become a god, but she felt it was best not to worry about gods; the difference in social class between them was too great, and meaningless concern was pointless.

"What are you thinking about? It's rare to see you using your brain. Come to think of it, you're already so old."

Although Kana did not deliberately try to probe or analyze the other party's thoughts, he could tell from Lelia's appearance that she was thinking about something strange.

Before Lelia could complain and get angry, Kana answered the question Lelia had just asked.

"I've been in the abyss lately, in this bloodbath battlefield, but I haven't come this way yet. I'm observing the situation in this plane."

"Why?" Leilia asked, puzzled.

He couldn't understand why the other party did this.

Kana grinned.

"Of course I want to stir things up, see if I can lure a demon lord into the battle, and figure out how to get something out of him."

A war between gods is hard to start.

But this is a battlefield of bloodshed, and the enemy will definitely station a number of gods of equal strength.

To be honest, Kana was itching to try it out; he really wanted to know how a god-level being displayed their power in battle.

In particular, he longed for a battle where he could clash head-on with another god, even though it had a record of killing gods, but each of those battles could be said to have involved some trickery.

Having no concept of one's own power is indeed unsettling, even for someone like Kana who has become a god.

So we can only ask the demon gods to make some sacrifices.

Anyway, it's impossible to really kill the other party in one go. (End of this chapter)