A different world game? A different world game!

The war continues.

This will be an extremely protracted war.

Marduk, a creature resembling a giant, twisted worm with purulent eyes and countless wriggling mouthparts, broke through the defenses.

Among demons, there are many humanoid figures, but also many alien creatures that are indistinguishable from monsters.

The same applies to giant worms like these.

From its twisted mouthparts, filthy slime spewed out, corroding the sturdy alloy walls.

A legendary demon specializing in siege warfare.

It easily reached the base of the wall.

A powerful mental shriek assaulted the minds of the nearby Night Watchmen.

"give it to me!"

Leilia's deep voice carried a resolute force.

Her enormous centaur body unleashed astonishing speed, and a ghostly blue soul fire instantly engulfed her entire body, forming that ferocious yet sacred skeletal armor.

The massive ship-slaying sword in her hand, almost as tall as her, was also enveloped in soul fire.

This is a weapon she rarely uses.

Because this weapon was designed from the moment it was forged for creatures of extremely large size.

"Tiny creatures!"

The worm demon uttered a disdainful sound, but while it verbally insulted Lelia, its actions showed sufficient vigilance.

Launch a direct, preemptive attack, covering a large area with a wide-ranging assault.

Leilia abruptly stopped and sidestepped the gushing wave of acid, the massive ship-slaying blade carrying a bone-chilling cold and a soul-scorching heat.

This is the Soulfire.

It feels cold to the body, but burning hot to the soul.

The blue flames rise upwards.

A vast, eerie blue arc of light swept upwards from the bottom.

laugh--!
Marduk's massive, sturdy jaw, covered in twisted defensive runes, was sliced ​​off by the Soulfire Slashing Blade as easily as a hot knife through butter.

The soul fire instantly ignited the filthy flesh and blood at the severed wound, as well as the exposed internal organs.

"Ouch——!"

The excruciating, soul-burning pain caused this terrifying, legendary demon to let out a scream that exceeded its physical limits, its massive body twisting and tumbling wildly.

His massive body and the madness of pain caused him to crash into a small corner of the city wall.

It hurts!
As a worm demon with a massive body, he shouldn't have felt so much pain from such an injury.

Even if half of his flesh were cut off, he wouldn't be in such pain.

However, it was just a single slash that struck him.

The pain burned through his soul.

This damn fire!

His enormous size and alien appearance made him less sensitive in normal legendary battles, so when he wasn't being attacked, he never expected that the dark blue soul fire could burn his soul so easily.

Failed.

The remaining survival instinct overwhelmed the response to the will of the abyss.

Even though they are demons.

Although the abyss is their cradle.

But demons are ultimately chaotic; even if they obey the will of the abyss, it is selective rather than absolute.

Especially those legendary demons.

It stared in horror at the figure engulfed in a ghostly blue flame that seemed to freeze even its soul.

Without hesitation, it tore through space and plunged into a spatial rift, its body spraying with demonic blood.

Fleeing in embarrassment.

Leilia wanted to give chase.

The greater the benefits, the more thoroughly this enormous demon will be defeated on the battlefield.

However, this legendary demon was no pushover. With the opponent determined to escape, Leilia seemed to have no way to deal with him.

She wanted to slip into the spatial rift to pursue him, but before she had fully entered, he noticed the attack intent from behind and immediately sealed the spatial rift shut.

The moment the spatial rift cut through it, a quarter of its body was severed from its tail.

The enormous insect body writhed, splattering putrid pus and blood onto the ground.

They ran away again.

Leilia thought bitterly.

To be honest, she herself didn't expect that her soul fire would be able to wreak havoc in the abyss.

You weren't like this when you invaded the world!

She couldn't help but shout in her heart.

Recall the demons that descended upon the world that we once encountered.

They were all extremely crazy.

Back then, Kana was truly able to completely drag out and seal the soul of a demon.

But even in that situation, those demons didn't care at all.

Even after she mastered the power of her soul fire, those demons, despite screaming in pain as they were being hacked at, would still fight her head-on.

This led her to believe that demons were indeed chaotic and insane.

But once they arrived in the abyss, things were not like that at all.

Once Lelia arrives at the Abyss, she will only face two types of battles.

The first type is an unquestionable massacre, where the enemy has no chance to escape and is killed in one blow.

The second type is an opponent of equal strength. In a legendary battle, the opponent is difficult to kill. After taking one or two hits and confirming the damage from the Soulfire, the opponent will flee without hesitation.

What about the chaos of the demons? What about the demons' madness?

They're all all talk and no action; once they're slashed a couple of times, they run away faster than anyone else.

Leilia was both angry and frustrated.

She felt frustrated because this made her afraid to continue pursuing other legendary demons.

If she were the only legend, it wouldn't be a big deal, but now Apis and the others have arrived.

If she rashly joins the battle at this moment and uses her own soul core to slash twice, the opponent will immediately run away, wouldn't that be a loss?
This would deprive Apis and her team of any chance to kill their opponent.

This is a legendary kill, which can yield a large amount of experience points.

Enraged, Leilia gripped her exaggerated weapon, swept around the area a few times, and then returned to the city wall to hold the line.

no way.

She couldn't indiscriminately slaughter these weak demons because the profit margin was pitifully low.

It's so frustrating.

I've already come to the abyss, why am I still feeling so frustrated?!
No, we have to find a way to prevent these demons from escaping.

Leilia made a vow.

The battle was so fierce it was like being smelted in a furnace.

The air was filled with the sounds of artillery fire and the flashes of magical explosions. The stench of blood and sulfur was so thick it was suffocating.

Because there are too many demons.

They surged up like waves, one after another.

The number of demons far exceeds that of the defenders.

If the fortress had been able to be attacked from a wider area, it might have been breached long ago.

The demon's foul curses clashed with the Night's Watch's tactical commands on the battlefield. "Damn maggots! Your head will be my cup!"

"Coordinates E7, fire support! Blow that Abyssal Mammoth's leg off!"

"Die! Cowards of order! The blessing of the abyss will devour you!"

The Soul-Breaking Demon, pierced by a spear, struggled and roared.

"Save your energy, you fool! Your Abyss Blessing can't even penetrate my leather armor!"

A dwarf Night's Watchman nearby, who was using an alchemical flamethrower to suppress the demons below the city, grinned.

"Hey, mung bean sprout, see that? That wave of pointy-eared guys rushing up from the left, they're as ugly as that cheap liquor you drank last night!" A human soldier was still in the mood to joke with his elf comrade next to him during a reload.

"Fuck you! I'm drinking the treasured 'Moonlight Brew'! Watch out for the hook on your right!" The elf, nicknamed Green Bean Sprout, laughed and cursed as he accurately shot an arrow through the demon's claw that was trying to sneak up on him.

The abyss is a place that can easily change a person.

Even elves would curse and swear here.

In this chaotic and frenzied battlefield, the Iron Flower Construct continues to operate.

At this point, it had not yet revealed its true abilities, but the abilities it had already demonstrated had an excellent effect on the battlefield.

The translucent, pale gold dome shielded them from the whispers of the abyss, greatly stabilizing the minds of the Night's Watch warriors and Avengers, allowing them to remain clear-headed amidst the mental shock.

Don't assume that just because these warriors have been in the abyss for a long time, they've become accustomed to these whispers from the abyss.

No one will get used to it.

Because this is absolute, disorderly filth.

This is an absolute detrimental effect to the instinct for order and life.

They are always enduring, only their ability to endure is getting stronger and stronger.

Only when these whispers disappeared under the protection of the ironwork structure did they begin to feel truly relieved.

Only by enduring it can one know how precious this ease is.

This alone is enough to give them a tremendous combat advantage.

More importantly, the faint magical power of order it imparts after purifying and cleansing gently nourishes the bodies of the Night Watchmen, like a trickle of water.

It's like having a refreshing stream of water cleansing your body during a battle.

Although it cannot relieve physical stress, its mere presence is enough to make the body feel comfortable.

When will I be able to enjoy such treatment while fighting in the abyss?

Even the toughest battles can be fought for a few more days.

Under the influence of the magical order of the iron flower structure.

The warriors' stamina increased, their wounds healed faster, and the spellcasters felt a smoother return of their magic.

The Night's Watch received the buff, so on the other side...

Conversely, the demons who entered the purification zone, whether low-level cannon fodder or legendary powerhouses, all felt an omnipresent weakness and "discomfort".

They finally understood the abyss's dissatisfaction with such a small place.

They finally understood why the abyss had urged them to quickly assemble and attack this place.

To the Abyss, such a small area might just be a tiny pimple on the skin, but the problem is that it's itchy. The occasional scratching can be quite irritating even for the Abyss.

As for these demons who have entered...

That is, even breathing makes the demons feel uncomfortable, as if the air they breathe is disgusting to them.

The guy in the cesspool experienced the disgust that the soldiers who had entered it had felt.

Perhaps this is a case of using someone's own methods against them.

The suppression of chaotic magic made their attacks sluggish, their surface defenses seemed easier to penetrate, and even the replenishment of power from the depths of the abyss became slower.

This is a "dimensional reduction attack" at the rule level. Although it is weak, it has weakened the overall threat of the Abyss Army invisibly.

This makes the chaos even more chaotic.

This made the already somewhat insane demon even more insane, and the already chaotic attack even more chaotic.

This caused the demon's internal energy consumption to increase compared to usual.

This up and down movement doubles the amount.

The battle lasted for an unknown period of time.

The abyss's murky and filthy sky has no concept of sun or moon; it is forever that repulsive color.

Time cannot be easily determined here.

But everyone knows it.

The battle has been going on for quite some time.

The bloodstains on the city wall were covered with another layer, and the broken metal components were repaired and replaced day and night by the engineering team.

Ammunition boxes piled up like mountains, then were all used up, only to pile up again sometime later, only to be used up again.

The central portal opened and closed, and supplies were delivered and consumed.

Piles of test tubes were used, and leftover medicine bottles were carelessly discarded.

No one has the resources to carry out recycling at this time.

Shards of broken glass were scattered everywhere, mixed with blood and flesh, making them indistinguishable.

Exhaustion was etched on everyone's face, but the Night's Watchmen's eyes remained sharp as knives.

The Night's Watch's blessing still remains.

Even in the depths of the abyss, the Night's Watch displayed their true nature as war machines.

They were born for war.

Finally, just as the demons' roars began to subside.

The onslaught of demons, like a tidal wave, visibly slowed and weakened.

From behind the abyss lines in the distance, faint sounds of angry roars of retreat and the unwilling shouts and fighting of the demon overseers could be heard.

The number of demons attacking the city walls has decreased sharply, becoming sparse.

The guards were astonished to find that the dark line of demonic tide that should have filled almost the entire horizon on the distant horizon had become scattered.

Scattered but gradually increasing cheers and weary panting echoed across the battlefield.

Apis lowered her trembling hands, which had been shaking slightly from continuous spellcasting, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and looked at the retreating demon army, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Karina deactivated her bear form, her massive figure leaning wearily against the wall. Her thick leather armor was covered in scorch marks and wounds, but her eyes remained bright.

Greyfang rode his pterosaur low over the city wall, making a throat-slitting gesture at the sparse demons below, which earned him a chorus of laughter from the warriors.

Annabelle emerged from the shadows, silently wiping her blood-stain-free dagger. Her dark green eyes swept over the ravaged but sturdy city walls, and a barely perceptible smile curved her lips.

The soul fire on Leilia's body had long since died out, revealing silver-gray armor covered in scratches and charred marks.

She stood with her sword at the ready, gazing at the receding demonic ocean and the still churning sulfur clouds in the distant abyss, her eyes cold and resolute.

It's installed.

Graytooth commented in the channel.

The iron flower device, amidst the smoke and carnage of the battlefield, still emitted a stable, pale golden glow and an aura of order, becoming the most striking miracle on this blood-stained, scorched earth.

It survived the first wave of frenzied counterattack from the will of the abyss.

Blood Pit Fortress, empowered by the alchemical wonder, once again stood firm amidst blood and fire.

A short but precious rest period has arrived.

Exhausted soldiers leaned against the wall in twos and threes, sharing the last half of their hardened rations.

The team of pharmacists moved nimbly among the wounded, distributing healing potions.

The dwarf and human warrior who were just exchanging trash talk are now helping each other treat the lacerations on each other's shoulders.

On the bloody battlefield of the abyss, a sense of peace after the catastrophe permeates the air, with only the sporadic artillery fire in the distance reminding us that the war is far from over.

But the black smoke and dust drifting in the air revealed the sheer number of demons slaughtered in this battle. (End of Chapter)