A different world game? A different world game!

After the explosion, a huge crater appeared on the spot.

The last boundary breaker was reduced to ashes.

But amidst the smoke and dust, the void rift that had been temporarily suppressed by everyone seemed to have been injected with a stimulant and stabilized.

Its edges no longer trembled, but became smooth and solid.

Although its size did not immediately double, the purplish-black light became deeper and more stable, and even began to rotate inward, giving off a feeling of a door that wanted to devour everything.

Just then, the low-level void creatures and clawed war beasts that had been surging out like a tide suddenly stopped their attack.

Purple light surged deep within the rift, and an aura of destruction far more violent and pure than that of the Boundary Breaker rushed towards us.

Extremely aggressive.

However, the energy fluctuations emanating from it should not yet meet the standards of a legendary figure.

The stabilized rift is now capable of reliably sending in level 10 void creatures.

Two... three... no, five monsters of different shapes stepped out of the rift with heavy or swift steps.

They are called "Destroyers"—pure killing machines in the void.

It resembles an enlarged version of a scorpion-tailed crocodile, its body covered in dark red crystals that constantly melt and solidify, and its tail is a huge pillar of lava burning with purple flames. Every time it lands, it causes a small earthquake.

It resembles a hybrid of a twisted centipede and a raptor, with countless sharp limbs moving at high speed. Its head is a gaping, tooth-filled maw from the abyss, and its wings are tearing shadows.

There was also a colossal creature whose entire body was encased in a thick, dark purple keratinous carapace, and whose arms were constantly transforming crystalline giant hammers, like a mobile battering ram.

There were even enormous, semi-transparent jellyfish that seemed to float in the air, their tentacles emanating waves of mental pollution.

The last one is the "smallest" yet the most agile and bizarre. It resembles a human, but its limbs are twisted and turned, and its body is covered with fluid-like energy. Its hands are two constantly shaped amethyst blades.

Each of them possessed an aura that had reached the peak of level ten.

They come in various forms, yet they all emanate the same pure and terrifying destructive energy.

Destroyer.

The tenth level of the void has no functionality whatsoever; it serves only for pure destruction.

They come in all shapes and sizes, but you can tell from their appearance that they were born for pure destruction.

For the sake of pure destruction, these destroyers may not even have the purple hue of the void.

In other words, they may not even have the kind of power that makes people dizzy and have tinnitus; they may just have pure violence.

They are undoubtedly the teeth of the void, beings used to tear everything apart.

Faced with these void creatures that vary in appearance but are extremely aggressive.

The Night's Watch named it the Destroyer.

"Hmph, the main course is here."

Baron spat, and the flail reignited in flames.

"Troublesome prey." Lydia's figure disappeared again.

Oliver raised his Holy Light Scepter high: "Holy Radiance Realm, activate!"

Waves of holy light expanded outwards, eventually forming a large halo that enveloped everyone and provided a buff.

The power of holy light manifested above everyone's heads, forming a kind of symbol.

"Isabella, prioritize dealing with that flying source of pollution."

Cedric remained calm and composed, and the massive shield tower stood erect once more, like an insurmountable mountain, pointing towards the floating "Destroyer".

His shield wasn't for defensive purposes, but rather to divide and pressure the entire battlefield, creating space for his teammates to deliver a fatal blow.

"As you wish." Isabella responded and moved, her magic-piercing arrow locking onto the target's core.

Just as the two legends clashed head-on with the high-level destroyer, and holy light, flames, and the clash of swords and arrows instantly filled the battlefield—

Oliver, who had been continuously treating patients in the rear, maintaining the Holy Light Domain to dispel the aura of the void, and paying close attention to the energy fluctuations of the entire battlefield, suddenly showed an unprecedented look of horror in his eyes, which were illuminated by the holy light.

His gaze was not fixed on the Destroyer fighting the Legend, but on the massive void rift that was spinning and gradually stabilizing.

"No! Captain Cedric!"

Oliver's powerful voice was now tinged with intense shock and urgency.

"The rate of fissure expansion... is still increasing! The erosion index... is consuming the energy of recoil and self-destruction! This doesn't seem like natural stability!"

"It's transforming into a 'gate'! The energy pattern is breaking through the tenth level barrier! Data anomaly! This is... an actively guided channel?!"

cheated.

They were fooled by the energy fluctuations.

The rift cannot directly absorb the so-called energy fluctuations and transform them into a gate, because these are two different concepts.

A crack is a crack, and a door is a door.

The fluctuations from the moment the door opened were extremely obvious, and the world would send out warnings.

Only by creating a rift like this wound can we prevent the world from making an instinctive stress response.

In other words, it was a door from the very beginning.

Such concealment must be some kind of trick.

This point of entry is very important.

But the problem now is that if it becomes a door, the severity will increase by several orders of magnitude.

"What?! Send the message out immediately!"

The captain reacted immediately, roaring loudly before charging forward and swatting away the Destroyer that was trying to do something.

Oliver's voice boomed like thunder on the noisy battlefield, carrying an unprecedented urgency.

His eyes, filled with holy light, were fixed on the ever-spinning, ever-deepening purple core of the rift.

With a swift, light swipe of his fingertips across the void, a special communication channel appeared before him.

"Coordinates, level, energy pattern, conversion gate estimated data stream—send!"

Oliver's will, as if it were a tangible force, compressed the horrific facts he had observed into a beam of light, instantly traveling through the wartime channel connected to the Guardian Squad and heading straight for the core command center of the Ring Tower City.

Cedric withstood the heavy blow of a Destroyer's Crystal Hammer, his greatsword groaning and the ground beneath his feet cracking.

Without turning his head, his voice was as steady as iron, yet in an instant he discerned the most dire possibility: "Received! Assessment: The target has surpassed the Vanguard Army's standard rift and is transforming into a stable 'gateway'! If its expansion rate gets out of control, the disaster level index will skyrocket! This place is the dam's breach; there is no room for retreat!"

His judgment was ruthless and clear.

Just as the Hamton outpost squad had used their lives to nail down the coordinates, this group of Soul Guardians was now the last and most secure shackle to prevent the soon-to-be-completed Void Gate from completely spiraling out of control.

Once this gate is opened to all, what will flow out will no longer be "living things," but a torrent of destruction and an even more terrifying legion.

Almost at the same moment Oliver sent the message and Cedric made the decision.

The purplish-black vortex suddenly froze and contracted, then burst forth with a deep purple beam of light that pierced the sky.

As the light faded, a brand new, stable, and enormous ring, more than ten meters in diameter, floated in the original crack.

This is the standard pattern when the Void Gate expands. It's already established without a doubt.

But how exactly did they manage to do it? It was a void gate.

Om-!
An aura of destruction, far purer, more refined, and more oppressive than that of the Destroyer, spread out.

The air seemed to freeze, and even the low-level void creatures engaged in fierce combat paused briefly, emitting hissing sounds of submission.

A figure slowly stepped out from the cold door.

It stands nearly five meters tall, with a sleek and bizarre shape, resembling a combination of an artwork made of the purest energy crystals and a deformed embryo.

The body is no longer covered by carapace or skin, but by layers of translucent prisms that flow with a deep purplish-black luster.

Its head has no facial features, only a complex, multifaceted crystal that rotates continuously and emits a faint blue light, as if it contains a dead, silent nebula.

Its limbs are roughly humanoid in proportion, but the ends are transformed into sharp crystal claws and hooves. With each step it takes, a spiderweb-like purplish-black pattern silently spreads outwards from the crystallized earth beneath its feet, exuding an aura of perpetual desolation.

This is the Void Commander who has stepped into the legendary realm—[Obliteration's Throat].

Its level is twelve.

Its existence is defined by "annihilation" and the "echoes of annihilation" that entwine itself after its birth.

Any creature of order touched by its sound waves will have its soul and spirit wither and die, just like flesh and blood exposed to a vacuum.

Its faceless prismatic head turned toward the Soul Keeper squad that had just cleaved a Crystal Hammer Destroyer together.

A voice, as calm as ancient ice, yet capable of stirring up a monstrous wave in the spirit, reverberated directly in everyone's soul.

Struggle only adds to the turmoil. The world will eventually fall silent. Resistance only slows down the process. Merging into nothingness brings eternal peace.

"Abandon the meaningless noise and accept the predetermined...end."

Its voice was flat and emotionless, like the cold laws of the universe proclaiming a verdict.

Each syllable carries a whisper that wears down willpower, attempting to dismantle any spirit of resistance.

This is its rule—the echo of annihilation.

The combination of destruction and sound.

Legendary creatures of the Void possess a rule of destruction, meaning that any other rules that come into combination with them will be extremely destructive.

Faced with this unprecedented pressure, Cedric's great shield hummed, and the runes of order shone brighter than ever before.

He stared directly at the spinning, lifeless prism, his voice low and deep, like the growl of a rock in a storm.

"Order is here, survival is your responsibility! This place is not yours! The barrier is here, you cannot cross it! Baron, Lydia, Isabella—quickly eliminate the ants!"

"Leave this 'mute' to me!"

His commands were concise and clear.

A level 12 legendary void creature is enough to instantly change the course of a battle.

He, who is also at level eleven, must be the one to restrain him.

The other five level 10 Destroyers, though powerful, must be eliminated as soon as possible with the main attack of Baron and Isabella and the support of Lydia, given their level difference and numerical advantage; otherwise, they will be at a significant disadvantage.

Not to mention the annoying low-level void creatures around them. Although they are like ants to them, their sheer number is still a nuisance.

Baron let out a deafening battle roar, abandoning his tactic of burning the minions with his flail. His heavy armor spewed alchemical steam, making him look like a maddened steel-armored rhinoceros.

He swung the massive flail that spewed flames and roared as he charged toward the Destroyer, which was in the form of a lava scorpion-tailed crocodile.

"Big lizard, play with your grandpa! Let's see if your shell is harder or my fire is hotter!"

The scorching flail collided violently with the molten tail of the scorpion-tailed crocodile, sending flames and lava flying everywhere with a deafening roar.

Isabella's pretty face was icy cold, her eyes seeing nothing else, and she drew her light bow to its fullest extent.

Under the cover provided by Lydia, she moved rapidly, each pause accompanied by a space-tearing magic-piercing beam of light.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Three arrows were fired in quick succession, aimed at the core of the floating jellyfish-shaped pollution source destroyer, the joints of the humanoid crystal blade destroyer, and the gaping abyssal maw of the shadow raptor destroyer.

"Purification, begin!"

Her voice was like the sound of judgment; every arrow was precise and deadly, colliding with the Destroyer's defenses and unleashing a blinding flash of energy.

Lydia's figure had completely transformed into a battlefield ghost, moving like a phantom among the destroyers and the remaining low-level void creatures.

Her twin blades no longer gleamed with cold light, but instead were coated with alchemical toxins and spatial disruptors specifically designed to corrode the life force of crystals, polluting the energy structure of living beings with every cut.

"too slow!"

Her whispers were like death knells, targeting vital points and moments of hesitation, creating fatal opportunities for Baron and Isabella.

The five Destroyers were divided and suppressed by the sudden and violent attack, roaring repeatedly, but with the tacit cooperation of the three, they quickly headed for destruction.

At the edge of the battlefield, five heavily armored chocobos, resembling steel-armored raptors, were also fighting fiercely.

These chocobos should not be underestimated; they are of a high level and are capable of dealing with these void creatures.

Having been digitized, they are also absolute war machines.

It can perform all-terrain rapid sprints, glide, swim, and also play a supporting role in combat.

It is precisely because of this ability that the chocobo has become the standard mount unit for the Night's Watch.

With each leap and fall of their sharp beaks and massive alloy claws, they could tear apart several low-level void creatures, and their iron hooves could crush swarms of crystal-footed insects.

Their bodies shimmered with the holy light bestowed by Oliver, barely resisting the erosion of the void.

"cry--!"

A chocobo let out a high-pitched cry and pecked through the skull of a cunning war beast.

But they were too few in number. A massive tidal wave of low-level void creatures surged out, beginning to spread like a filthy torrent around the main battlefield toward the town.

The sounds of crystal-footed insects rubbing together and the mental disturbances caused by their hissing combine to form a chilling wave of death.

In the distance, the militia of Hamton, under the urgent organization of Old Jack and Hans, relied on makeshift barricades and houses to try to stop these not-so-huge purple monsters with simple swords and farm tools.

However, when the first cyprinid leaped into their field of vision, the wriggling purple light caught their eye.

"what--!"

"My head...my head is going to split open!"

"Mom...those sounds..."

The whispers of the void were like countless cold needles, piercing directly into their unforged souls.

A piercing scream rang out instantly, and the weak-willed militiamen immediately covered their heads with their hands and rolled to the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

Even worse, some had their eyes rolled back, and faint purplish-black blood seeped from their seven orifices, their spirits instantly damaged.

These ordinary lives were already vulnerable simply from the pollution emanating from the high-level battlefield.

Hans, his eyes bloodshot, roared as he fiercely slashed at a crystal-footed worm whose effects had been temporarily dispelled by the holy light.

"Pull your ears! Don't look at them! Go back to the cellar!" (End of Chapter)