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Abyss - Floor 1121.

Bloody battle on the battlefield.

The sky above the abyss is forever ablaze with murky sulfur clouds, immersing the earth in a morbid, blood-red gloom.

Those who yearn for beautiful, intelligent life find this kind of place truly unbearable.

A deafening roar dominated this bloody battlefield.

This is the main battlefield of this city's bloody battle.

Most major wars have taken place in this region.

This is a battlefield where the will of the abyss has written its own story of blood, flesh, and madness.

On the defense map of Bloodbath Fortress, it is called the "Bloodstained Plains" front line.

The tide of demons continued as always, like maggots rolling on rotting flesh, endless and chaotic.

It was also extremely disgusting.

The lesser demons screamed as they were used as stepping stones. They were weak and slow, but their numbers were still numerous. If they weren't careful, they would be trampled underfoot by the chaotic charge and die on their own side.

However, no one cared, whether they were intelligent beings or demons from the Order side.

The horned demons roared as they charged, pushing and shoving each other and even trampling each other.

The berserker wielded its burning weapon, tearing a gap in its brief rage.

The Soul Judgement Demon's heavy footsteps shook the ground, spewing poisonous mist and flames.

...The demons were numerous and chaotic, mixed together, wildly swinging their power.

As for whether it will affect your own formation, you can't expect the demons to consider such things.

According to incomplete, unregulated, and unreliable statistics.

In every war, more than 20% of the demons who die are killed by their own side.

This was a turbid current driven by pure malice and destructive instinct, carrying countless bodies as it rushed toward the dam built by the Bloodbath Fortress.

On the dam, order operates like a sophisticated steel machine.

Warriors from various broken, invaded, and destroyed worlds, who have long since cast aside their past grievances and are only seeking revenge against the abyss, are divided into different warbands based on their race, specialties, and abilities.

From the air, their numbers are definitely far fewer than those of the demons.

The battlefield of bloodshed is ultimately still part of the abyss.

These demons have no restrictions and can unleash their primal power to their heart's content.

The forces of order can only fight these chaotic demons through order and cooperation.

The right flank was formed by an impregnable stone wall array composed of various giants, each over ten feet tall and clad in molten meteorite iron.

They were as silent as mountains, their massive tower shields crashing into the ground and merging together to form an impregnable wall.

Any demon that crashes into it will break its bones with a dull thud.

The dwarven rune gunners behind them fired precisely from the gaps in the shield wall, their explosive rune bullets creating a blood and flesh storm within the demonic tide.

At the center was a mixed battle group of highly mobile high elf swordsmen and orc wolf riders.

The elves moved like phantoms, their twin swords flashing as they precisely targeted and killed the elite demons who broke through the shield formation. Their blades gleamed with deadly arcs in the darkness.

The orc werewolf riders, like a raging whistle, launched a counter-charge at the commander's sharp bone whistle, tearing apart the demons' vulnerable flanks. The dire wolves' sharp teeth ripped at their limbs, and their battle axes cleaved through their carapaces, a cacophony of roars and screams.

On the left flank, the elemental storm apostles joined forces to cast spells, summoning the power of wind, thunder, water, and fire to create a vast elemental inferno, suppressing the demon horde attempting to encircle them.

Scorching fire rained down from the sky, and a raging hurricane swept the demons high into the air and tore them apart. The solid ground suddenly spewed out high-pressure water jets or collapsed into quicksand traps.

Beside them stood the Minotaur War Totem Masters. Each time their massive totem poles slammed into the ground, they unleashed a crimson energy wave that shattered nearby enemies while simultaneously granting nearby allies the power of might.

Although they are divided into a central area and left and right wings, they are essentially just different defensive formations.

Having stayed in the abyss for a long time, the order is also limited, and it is also necessary to take into account the differences in the habits and relationships of various races.

"Hold on! For the souls of the fallen at Anvil Fortress!"

"Area Three! Burning barrels! Quick! Block those ice spike demons!"

"Damn it, this sulfur smell is so pungent! It stinks even worse than the old dwarf's unwashed foot bindings!"

"Bullshit! We dwarves don't need foot bindings, you idiot."

"Hey you elf brat on the right! Don't fucking poke my ass! Fight the demon!"

"Then you'd better give way to this mountain of flesh, it's unbearable."

"Bonebreaker Squad! Target! That Lava Lord! Focus fire on its twisted kneecaps! Break its legs and cripple it like Old Wooden Legs!"

"Go to hell! Your grandpa's going to use this old wooden leg to mess with your ass in a minute!"

On the battlefield, curses and roars mingled, iron clashed with fire, and the light of magic and fel energy exploded one after another—this was war.

With more contact with demons, the Order will also become somewhat chaotic, as has always been the case in war.

Individual strength is as insignificant as a firefly in a tidal wave of hundreds of thousands, yet it converges into a tenacious radiance within the collective order.

Suddenly, the clamor of heaven and earth seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and everything fell silent.

A pure and dazzling starlight tore through the murky sky, like a divine sword falling to earth.

Within the light, an unimaginably colossal celestial being appeared.

He was like a physical entity compressed and forged from endless galaxies and dark stardust, his height resembling a mountain, his entire body flowing with profound cosmic radiance, and countless miniature galaxies appearing and disappearing in the cracks of his body.

The face was covered by a sharply defined star-shaped iron mask, with only two points of silver-white light shining out like a supernova explosion, which were the embodiment of the will to fight.

He held a massive, rough warhammer and a round shield that shimmered with stardust, each one comparable to a small mountain range.

"Star Wars Titan!" a Stoneborn giant captain roared in a low, shocking voice that barely caused a tremor in the surrounding air.

That's right.

The arriving deity was none other than the God of Order, who frequently appeared on the battlefield during this bloody battle.

The Colossus of Star Wars - Il.

At this moment, one's own deity appeared.

Then the intensity of this war will naturally escalate to another level.

For thousands of years, wars on the battlefield have mostly been fought with fortresses holding a defensive posture.

Bloodbath Fortress will only switch to the offensive side when it can actually achieve some results.

After all, this is a battlefield of bloodshed, part of the abyss. The fact that the Blood War Fortress was able to occupy an area here and transform it into the battlefield of bloodshed itself is like carving a piece of flesh from the abyss, which both sides are fighting over.

This piece of meat is from the abyss.

Therefore, if the demons kill all these people and destroy the Blood War Fortress, then the Blood War battlefield will naturally return to the body of the Abyss and become a normal Abyss level.

Battles on the battlefield are ongoing all the time, only varying in scale.

This kind of situation constitutes a large-scale war, which usually only occurs once every few months.

The appearance of the gods only added fuel to the fire.

The instant Ilstar descended, in the core area of ​​the demonic tide opposite the Blood War Fortress, the earth churned and collapsed violently as if boiling! Scorching sulfurous steam mixed with dark red lava erupted forth! "Roar—!!!"

A roar that shook even the soul erupted from the center of the lava lake.

A figure the size of a mountain suddenly broke free from the boiling earth. Huge, chain-bound, curved horns pierced through the smoke.

Its wings, covered in grotesque plate armor made of obsidian and lava, suddenly unfurled, obscuring half the sky.

With each flap of its wings, it unleashed a scorching storm of destruction, blowing away and burning any low-level demons that approached.

In his hand was a massive, unbelievably large lava blade, seemingly forged from a fragment of the world's core. Thick, blazing hellfire flowed from its blade, and the heat radiating from it alone distorted the very fabric of space.

"Wrath of the Abyss! Tanarguz!" Tauren Overlord Bard roared in anguish, his eyes burning with deep-seated hatred.

The moment the god appeared, Kana was already at the edge of the battlefield. It concealed its presence and created a clone to receive his gaze.

After all, he couldn't actually appear on the edge of the battlefield, because if he did, the gods on the other side would notice and appear as well, and might even get involved in the war. This would turn it into a chaotic battle among the gods, and the intensity of the entire battlefield would suddenly escalate into a massive war that might only happen once every few decades.

This would severely disrupt the war rhythm of Bloodbath Fortress, so Kana would not do such a thing.

Although he was just watching, he couldn't rely on the abyss gods on the other side, and could only watch helplessly.

Therefore, this clone that carries the gaze is quite suitable.

The last time he saw gods fighting on the battlefield was when he first arrived here. He hadn't seen them since, so he naturally had to take a good look now that he finally had another chance to see them.

However, the abyss god that appeared was not the same one as last time.

Looking at the soldiers on the battlefield, they seemed to recognize this evil god of the abyss as well.

As expected, the sheer size of the abyss is evident.

The number of gods is also far greater than in the normal world.

Kana focused his attention on the battlefield.

The mere existence of these two deities is enough to alter the course of the battlefield.

The surrounding demons and fortress warriors were all terrified by the indescribable pressure, instinctively ceasing their fighting and staring in fear at the center of the sky and the earth.

There were no words, only the most primal collision.

Il-Star moved.

His enormous footsteps made the earth groan; he wasn't teleporting, but running with terrifying physical force.

The heavy, star-iron giant feet crushed rocks into dust with each step, leaving behind footprints of molten stardust.

His movements were like a superstar crashing into something.

He raised the Star Marrow Warhammer high, the stardust surrounding the hammerhead forming a small nebula, and with the power to shatter all matter, he smashed it down toward Tanarguz.

"You defeated foe, how long are you planning to lie here this time? Useless trash!"

"This time, it will be your defeat! Starhead!"

Tanarguz showed no fear, dragging his massive lava blade behind him as he charged forward like a battering ram.

Wherever it went, the ground was trampled into rivers of lava.

The viscous sulfurous lava was dragged along by the giant blade like a cloak.

As the collision neared, his massive demonic wings unleashed an even greater thrust, and the lava blade swept upwards, drawing a devastating arc of blazing fire to meet the falling star hammer.

Boom-! ! !
A deafening roar, beyond description, erupted; it was not merely a physical impact, but the ultimate collision of divine energy.

Centered on the point of impact, a shock ring, visible to the naked eye and containing stardust debris and scorching magma, instantly spread out.

The nearby relatively small stone peaks collapsed and shattered like sandcastles blown by a giant!
A huge crater, tens of meters deep, appeared on the ground, and was then buried by the mud and rocks thrown up by the shock wave.

The dozen or so Stone Giants and the two Lava Beasts that were closest to them didn't even utter a sound before being torn apart and vaporized by the intersecting energy storms.

The space itself seemed to have been cracked, and the light was strangely distorted at the point of impact.

The stardust of Il and the sulfurous flames of Tanarguz were frantically eroding and devouring each other.

Beneath the giant's mask, his star-core-like pupils shone even brighter. After striking with his warhammer, he did not retract it, but instead used the momentum to twist his waist, sending the massive star marrow shield, carrying the power to crush stars, crashing into the head of the demon god.

Tanarguz let out a roar that was a mixture of pain and rage, and his massive horn blocked the heavy blow of the shield bash.

Click!

The ear-piercing cracking sound was teeth-grinding, and one of the huge demon horns even had a noticeable crack.

His massive body was jolted backward, but the ferocity of the Abyss Demon God was also fully ignited.

Using the momentum of his backward lean, his other giant claw, wrapped in deep purple corrupting evil energy, shot out like lightning, fiercely grabbing at the core of Ilstar's chest.

*Thud!* The hard star-iron armor was torn apart by the claws, splattering out silver divine blood fragments as dazzling as star diamonds. For the first time, the massive body of Ilstar became unstable.

Although he had the advantage in strength during the battle, he did not completely suppress his opponent.

"Sir!"

Worried exclamations rang out from the Fortress faction.

But the God of War did not back down; the excruciating pain in his chest fueled his even more ferocious fighting spirit.

He even ignored the wound on his chest, and swung the huge warhammer again, no longer a simple smash, but with a mysterious trajectory. A rotating star vortex condensed on the hammer head, as if it had drawn the weight of a star field, and slammed hard into the joint of Tanarguz's claw arm.

Snap! Boom—!
This time, the cracking sound was even louder.

Tanarguz's arms, powerful enough to tear mountains apart, twisted in a strange way, and thick, oil-like molten blood gushed out.

For the first time, a hint of... fear appeared in his enormous eyes, which were burning with endless sulfur flames.

"Star Il!"

The roar came from Tanarguz, his voice filled with anger and a hint of undisguised pain.

The Abyss Demon suddenly flapped its wings, unleashing a raging lava storm that forced back Ilstar, who wanted to continue its pursuit.

His massive body retreated, his eyes, burning with malevolent flames, fixed intently on Ilstar.

Thick, magma-like blood flowed from the shattered horns and broken arms.

He did not charge again, nor did he utter any harsh words. Instead, he let out a long horn filled with endless resentment, which made the souls of all living beings on the battlefield tremble.

Immediately, his massive body, enveloped by lava and sulfurous steam, sank abruptly into the churning lava lake beneath him and disappeared.

The evil god was defeated.

The last vestige of resistance from the demonic tide collapsed with a deafening roar.

"Chase!"

Deafening cheers and battle cries erupted from the fortified lines!
Although the gods have retreated, the battle has never ceased.

With the threat and intimidation of Tanarguz gone, the warriors of Bloodbath Fortress were greatly encouraged and surged down the mountain like a flood, beginning to wipe out the remaining fleeing demons.

Ilstar stood in the center of the crater created by the collision, the star core light on its chest undulating slightly, and the flowing divine blood slowly receding.

He raised his head and looked out into the void of darkness beyond the torn sky of the abyss, as if he were watching for a greater and more distant threat.

"Is that Kana? Speaking of which, what has he been up to lately?"

Having just finished the battle, Ilstar's thoughts drifted away, clearly indicating that he didn't take the opposing abyssal evil god too seriously. (End of Chapter)