A different world game? A different world game!

The brief respite within the fortress shattered abruptly, as if struck by an invisible hammer.

An indescribable pressure, like a viscous substance, spread out from the distant horizon without warning, instantly filling the entire Blood Pit Fortress.

It crashed down like a towering wave, giving no one time to react.

The relaxed atmosphere that had followed the war vanished instantly.

The air became incredibly heavy, and each breath felt like inhaling a scorching block of lead.

This is the suppression of life forms.

The joy of previous victories and the relaxation of exhaustion were crushed like fragile bubbles in the face of this oppressive force.

It wasn't the oppression of pure physical force, but a crushing feeling originating from the very essence of life.

It's like an ant looking up at a mountain, or a stream facing a tsunami—a sense of absolute powerlessness in terms of cognition.

Leilia, Greytooth, Annabelle, Karina, and Apis tensed up almost simultaneously, their movements stiff as ice.

Having faced a false god like the "Evil Rat," or rather, an evil god who hadn't fully attained godhood, I'm all too familiar with this level of pressure.

That was the power of a god, or at least the abyss being with divine authority.

“Abyssal God!” Leilia’s voice sounded as if it were squeezed out from between her teeth, cold and piercing.

This is blatant hostility.

Such a deterrent is not necessary under normal circumstances; it is only used to exert such an aura of deterrence when there is obvious hostility.

The greatsword in her hand instinctively pointed in the direction from which the pressure was coming. The ghostly blue soul fire uncontrollably ignited around her again, forming a thin energy shield, but it seemed so small and struggling in the face of this immense divine power.

Even though Lelia is now one of the best among the legendary figures, she has not yet reached level 15 and has never even seen the appearance of the Divine Gate.

They were indeed powerless against the suppressive power of gods.

Greytooth's face turned deathly pale. The pterosaur beside him growled uneasily and folded its wings. "Damn it... this level of 'stench' is nothing like that big rat from last time."

He gritted his teeth, enduring the pressure of his instinctive kneeling.

He hasn't been a legend for long, and this is already his limit.

Annabelle's breathing became extremely faint, and her figure seemed to transform into a deeper shadow, but her taut shoulder line betrayed her tension.

Karina let out a low, beast-like growl, and the giant bear-man's form even expanded uncontrollably.

Apis quickly gathered an unstable wisp of dark purple blasphemous power at her fingertips, her expression grave: "The evil god of the abyss... is our existence so conspicuous?"

Most of the Night's Watch warriors in the fortress felt an overwhelming, suffocating pressure; their hearts pounded, their limbs were ice-cold, like deep-sea divers encountering irresistible water pressure.

They instinctively felt a tremendous threat, but unlike the top legends, they did not clearly perceive the divinity within it.

However, the Avengers who had been immersed in the bloody battles of the abyss for years reacted quite differently.

"An evil god! It's the will of the evil god of the abyss descending!"

"Cerberus! It's the aura of Cerberus! Damn it! How did He get here?!"

"It's over! The Abyss is determined to wipe this place out! Even the gods have been mobilized!"

"As expected... to gain a foothold in a place like this, in the end, you still have to fight against a true god..."

Fear, despair, but more than anything, a bitter realization that "it has finally come."

The Avengers were far more familiar with the aura of the Abyss God than the Night's Watch.

From the twisting sulfur winds and the low, trembling spatial vibrations, they quickly pinpointed the source of this terrifying pressure.

The Bloodbath Battlefield on the 1121st floor of the Abyss, one of the Abyss Gods who has rotated several times, the source of the Hellhounds, and the three-headed gatekeeper—Cerberus.

Accompanied by desperate cries and identification, the distant horizon was swallowed by a writhing, viscous, dark red light.

That was not the light of an explosion or a burning flame, but the abyssal essence of light leaking out after space itself was corroded by the power of desecration.

Within this distorted halo of light, a colossal figure, so enormous that it distorted the view, slowly emerged.

The first thing that catches the eye is three ferocious hound heads, each as large as a small hill.

It is a divine body.

The direct manifestation of the divine body.

Without a doubt, the other side came with the intention of war.

The left side of the skull is covered with a rough obsidian shell formed from cooled lava, and the crimson eyes are like the core of a hellish furnace, filled with rage, anger, and a desire to destroy everything.

It roared with its mouth open, its jagged fangs resembling broken mountain peaks, and thick, dripping lava surging deep within its throat.

This is a lava skull representing tyranny.

The right side of the skull was a sickly, ghastly green, covered with huge, pus-filled sores and wriggling tentacles.

A cunning, sinister, and deadly venomous glint flashed in the cold, serpentine eyes.

The dripping pus landed on the ground, immediately corroding huge pits and making a sizzling sound.

This is the Venomous head, representing cunning.

The middle head is the darkest in color, almost like eternal darkness, covered with a thick layer of bone as heavy as metal, and three evil eyes burning with pale soul fire are arranged in a triangle on it.

His eyes held a coldness, cruelty, and an insatiable greed for souls, carrying an ancient and arrogant will that seemed to transcend the other two heads.

This is a head that represents arrogance and possesses the most essential nature of a demon devouring souls.

The ferocity of the hounds, the corrosive fangs, the soul-devouring power of the demons.

Trinity.

The first three-headed hound, a born god of the abyss.

As He progressed, His body was revealed.

The three heads were connected to the massive, mountain-like body of a hound, covered in broken scales and filthy fur.

Where the six thick limbs stepped, the space groaned under the weight, and the earth silently collapsed into molten lava and scorched earth.

A massive, bony tail, as large as a black mountain range, swayed slowly in the air, stirring up the sulfurous clouds.

Surprisingly, the three heads did not immediately focus their attention on the Blood Pit Fortress; instead, they argued and complained to each other.

Lava Head (Violent): "Gurgle... That annoying aura of order is like needles! Crush it! I must crush that glowing iron ball!"

Venom Head (Cunning): "Hiss... Crumble? Foolish! That fortress is heavily fortified; charging straight in would be too risky. We should... Hmm? That idiot in the middle wants us to do the hard labor again?"

Soul Head (Arrogance): "Shut up! You two piece of trash! It's the abyss's instinct roaring that this area must be cleaned up. Otherwise, it will continue to fester like a boil... Hiss... It's troublesome, but there's no other way. We'll sweep away this filth and the worms hiding here!"

The tyrannical head: "Trouble? Bugs? Where?"

The mind began to wander aimlessly, looking left and right.

The cunning head: "Idiot! It's right ahead! Those living things hiding in the iron shells and glowing spheres! The will of the abyss is driving us..." How could He have to share a body with such a head? He'd had enough.

The arrogant head looked impatient: "Enough! Execute! The needs of the Abyss outweigh your laziness and stupidity! Although I also find it a bit... troublesome."

They seemed a bit listless.

The tyrannical headman was somewhat excited upon hearing this: "Oh! I understand! Dinner's ready? Good, good! Kill them all!"

The cunning head could no longer bear to look, and could only shake its dog head helplessly.

This chaotic, yet strangely languid and resentful soliloquy echoed clearly across the battlefield shrouded in divine might, adding a touch of the bizarre to the scene of impending destruction.

Just as the three-headed hounds finally locked their gaze on the Blood Pit Fortress, and their six giant feet were about to stomp down, the space began to crumble inch by inch under their immense divine power.

hum!
A completely different, yet equally vast and profound power rose at the core of the fortress.

A beam of light, pure white with flowing golden data, shot into the sky.

Of course, only the Night Watchers could understand this data stream; others thought it was just a strange collection of divine runes.

As the light faded, Kana's figure became visible.

No longer in its usual restrained human form, but in its complete form as a savior god.

He wore a pure white divine robe that looked as if it were woven from solidified star trails, with flowing liquid gold outlining mysterious runes along the edges.

A pure, silvery-white, complex geometric halo floated behind his head. This halo was composed of countless miniature, constantly calculating and changing three-dimensional runes and data streams, like the eternally rotating core of a celestial body.

This is the manifestation of the core rules of Kana.

What is most striking is His arms.

His robes exposed his arms from the shoulders.

From the shoulders down, it gleams with a cold, silvery-white metallic luster, like the purest mithril, yet it possesses a living, orderly quality.

Like a perfect alchemical creation constructed from silver metal.

This is a manifestation of His silver metal and alchemical creation.

Strange, bright red patterns flowed across the surface of his arms, distributed like blood vessels yet following some perfect mathematical law.

In His power, blood and silver are forever intertwined.

His face was calm as water, and his eyes were no longer human pupils, but pure, blazing golden light, within which the trajectories of billions of stars seemed to be calculating their birth and death.

Without superfluous ornaments or exaggerated limbs, simply floating there calmly, it exudes an unquestionable and pure will to order.

The mere appearance of Him, the mere presence of Him, caused the surrounding chaotic energy to recede madly.

All the orderly beings shrouded in chaos had all their wounds and negative states caused by chaos annihilated and disappeared.

This power clashed violently with the chaotic abyssal divine might permeating Cerberus, producing a silent roar.

In the space where the two divine powers collided, light was strangely deflected and torn apart, and the air twisted and evaporated as if boiling.

Before the two gods even began to touch, their invisible forces collided.

"Cerberus."

Cana's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an oracular penetrating power, clearly overpowering the soliloquy of the three heads of the hellhound.

"This is a place of order."

The pale, evil eyes of the soul's head narrowed slightly as it sized up the suddenly appearing Kana. Its voice carried a hint of surprise and annoyance: "An unfamiliar aura... carrying the scent of the world's soil and... a strange order? You really want to protect this tiny festering sore?"

Although He had met Karna before, both were in a very restrained and ordinary state at that time, and nothing could be seen from them.

The monstrous head, its eyes bloodshot, stared at Kana: "Newborn larva! Delicious worm! Kill him! Chew him up!"

Saliva dripped down mixed with lava, indicating that He was truly hungry.

The cunning head's voice echoed eerily: "His power has been amplified in this space; it is no longer a newly born, weak divine power."

His voice carried a hint of apprehension.

However, this space, which is not only part of the Abyss but also the space that Kana has overlaid, also has its own enhancements as the three-headed hound.

The arrogant head, with its impatient will, suppressed the other two: "The abyss needs this place to disappear, and those who shelter it... must be cleansed."

"No matter where you came from, since you have set foot in and defiled the realm of the Abyss, then stretch your muscles. The will of the Abyss... cannot be trifled with."

Kana's golden eyes flashed faster as he analyzed the contradictory state of Cerberus's three heads and the essence of the Abyss's will.

A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of his lips.

"I can't ask for it."

He had long wanted to have a match with a god-like opponent.

I hadn't found an opportunity before, but now it's come knocking on my door.

How can you find a real chance to slay a god without having a match against a god-level opponent?

It's not that He was too bloodthirsty.

Rather, it truly needs divine-level power to help it grow.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kana did not immediately make a move. Instead, he raised his arms, which were flowing with silver light and scarlet blood patterns, and faced the entire battlefield area.

At the Blood Pit Fortress and the turbulent battlefield around it, Cerberus's massive divine body made a gesture of grasping and then distributing.

Om-!
An extremely vast and mysterious spell, covering the entire battlefield yet difficult to describe precisely, was completed in an instant.

Space reveals its folded nature at this moment.

Centered on Kana and Cerberus, and the vast area beneath their feet, it was as if an invisible giant hand had gently and precisely torn it off.

This space, like a three-dimensional painting, is separated from the 1121-layer abyss battlefield of "reality" and folded into an independent and highly stable dimensional interlayer.

The Night Watchers and Avengers at Blood Pit Fortress on the ground, as well as the observers at Bloodbath Fortress in the distance, could clearly see the colossal, world-destroying figures of Karna and Cerberus.

They seemed to remain in the same spot, hovering not far above the battlefield.

It was as if the strange fluctuations in space just now were just an illusion.

But strangely, the terrifying scene of the earth shaking, lava erupting, and space distortion caused by the three-headed hellhound's stomping body disappeared.

The divine pressure permeating the air decreased sharply to a tolerable level.

The sounds of battle became extremely distant and indistinct.

It was as if Karna and Cerberus, along with the area where they fought, were encased in a huge, transparent, soundproof crystal dome that prevented the large-scale dissipation of energy.

Both will remain "visible," but the spatial ripples and energy storms generated by their battle will be largely confined to their respective folded spaces, circulating and annihilating. (End of Chapter)