A different world game? A different world game!

Faced with such words from the other party.

The two elves who were determined to rescue the creature could no longer hold back.

Farea rushed forward and, to Kelas's astonishment, delivered a powerful punch to his abdomen. The force of the impact caused the guard captain to groan and bend over.

The force of this punch was clearly not just talk; it was meant to deliver a painful blow.

"You foolish deer, blinded by pride!" she roared, her voice trembling with rage.

"Look at this dust everywhere! This isn't something nature can cleanse. This is the void! The root of the apocalypse! Are you so concerned with your pathetic pride that you'd even risk the destruction of your home?!"
"The pride of the elves is not foolish sacrifice, but the wisdom and courage to protect life and home."

"Seeking help from professionals is for better protection, not for your insignificant sense of personal honor."

Karas was both ashamed and angry after being punched. He tried to fight back, but Elian held his arm tightly.

He then kicked the other person hard, rendering them unable to move.

Elder Glorel spoke at the opportune moment, his voice carrying an undeniable authority and deep weariness: "Enough! Kelas, step down! Your courage is commendable, but your vision is far too narrow."

“Elian and Farea are right. This is not something we can handle on our own. Ancient pride is meaningless in the face of true doomsday. Protecting the lives of our people and safeguarding the survival of our homeland is the noblest duty.”

He turned to Elian and Farea: “Use your methods to notify the Night's Watch outpost, report the coordinates, the situation, and our current status. Our resistance…buys them time to arrive.”

As for why Parliament wasn't notified...

By the time they realized what was happening, the forest was already destroyed.

Elves understand elves best, especially an old fellow like him.

Arlian, panting heavily, released Keras and winked at Farea.

Farea snorted coldly, no longer looking at Keras, whose face was ashen and who was shrouded in a sense of defeat.

He quickly took out an exquisite alchemical device from his baggage, resembling a brass bee, covered with miniature Night's Watch emblems and runes.

“The message was sent long ago, Elder. While they were arguing.” She nodded to Glorel. “The Night’s Watch should be on their way by now.”

They are adventurers, not night watchmen. Although their level meets the requirements, their contribution does not, so their adventurer level is not high enough to notify others through the channel.

Fortunately, they have other tools available for communication.

Moonlight City - Night's Watch outpost.

Located in a corner of Moonlight City's towering walls, the Night's Watch outpost is a style quite different from the sturdy fortresses in other areas.

It is cleverly integrated into the huge tree cavity and root structure of an ancient silver oak tree, and its exterior is covered with vines and crystal decorations similar to those in elven architecture, making it appear hidden and natural.

But the Night's Watch emblem embedded in the side of the tree trunk silently proclaimed its ownership.

The Night's Watch's strongholds on the continent of Teth are almost all located in such large, major cities.

Outposts deep inside and in remote areas are few and far between.

Well, the elves' arrogance, or rather their slow perception of time, makes them naturally xenophobic.

Even if some elves meant no harm, their instinctive xenophobia made the Night Watchers' efforts to spread their tentacles across the continent of Teth largely ineffective.

Another very important reason is that the number of elves within the Night's Watch is not very large.

While converting all these elves into Night Watchers would be perfect for establishing bases on the continent of Tete, the elves, having spent so much time with humans, are reluctant to return to their homeland.

After all, in their sense of time, they've only been out for a short while, so how could they be sent back?

Not to mention that they have become more or less accustomed to efficient work, and find it unbearable to spend a long time with the slow-paced nature of their fellow tribesmen.

The elves who managed to escape and become Night Watchmen were already anomalies.

At this moment, a rapid, blood-red warning light flashed inside the base, and the piercing sound of the unique alarm shattered the tranquility of the treehouse.

A young but unusually focused half-elf operator—whose elven bloodline seemed to grant him enhanced perception at this moment—was rapidly reading the encrypted rune stream that the alchemical insect in his hand had just transmitted back.

"Coordinates: Deep within the verdant forest, confirmed."

The report describes: 'Large stable fissure', 'Severe mental erosion', 'Elf resistance to casualties', 'Urgent request for assistance'.

The detected energy pattern...the core wavelength closely matches the burst points of Hamton, Becton, and others.

The outpost leader, an elven female mage clad in light armor incorporating elven style, immediately rose to her feet. Her voice was decisive and clear: "Tel Squad, emergency status. Highest priority mission: Void Rift clearance and civilian protection. Target: Verdant Forest coordinates, depart immediately."

At her command, the spatial teleportation array in the corner of the stronghold was instantly infused with energy.

Five figures appeared instantly in the light, like sculptures that had been brought to life.

"Tel Squad! Target confirmed! Full speed ahead!"

The squad leader, a sharp-eyed elven male warrior wielding twin scimitars, roared.

His teammates behind him acted quickly.

An elven ranger carrying a longbow and moving with the lightness of a feather.

An elven mage wielding a staff, surrounded by arcane light.

A sturdy human warrior carrying a runic warhammer.

The last one was a half-elf thief who was extremely swift in movement and carried a dagger at his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation, they rushed out of the back door of the stronghold, which led to a secret forest trail behind the city.

Five chocobos, already clad in lightweight woodland armor, paced restlessly in the moonlight, their bodies also adorned with delicate, shimmering runes.

The team members quickly flipped and leaped onto their mounts.

"Caw—!" With the captain's whistle, the chocobo let out a high-pitched cry, and five swift figures, like shadows flying close to the ground, rushed out of the safe back door.

They sped desperately along the ancient, hidden elven path between Moonlight City and the Verdant Forest, heading towards the heart of the forest, which was shrouded in ominous purple light and wailing cries of pain.

The shadows of the trees stretched long as they moved at high speed, and the moonlight shone on the runic armor covering the chocobo, reflecting a cold and urgent glint.

The night wind howled, making their dark watchman cloaks flutter like black blades slicing through the despairing night.

And this situation is playing out all over the world.

The data on the anomalies reported to headquarters alone already numbered over a dozen, not to mention some areas that the Night Watchers couldn't reach.

The Night's Watch is not yet powerful enough to control every inch of this world. But being able to cover most areas, especially densely populated regions, is already their limit.

…………

And the side that was initially invaded.

The terrifying aura brewing deep within the Void Gate had not yet fully materialized, casting an even deeper shadow over the hearts of the "Guardians" squad.

A figure suddenly emerged from the surging energy vortex, stepping out of the purplish-black waves with an almost leisurely air.

He... or rather, "it".

Unlike creations made entirely of the void, it is not completely distorted from the norm.

It is about three meters tall and barely retains the outline of a human.

The four arms are long and powerful, but their ends are completely crystallized and covered with flowing, deep purple crystals, like four naturally sculpted deadly weapons.

The hand disappeared, and the arm itself became the weapon—a menacing crystal blade extending from one arm, gleaming with a cold light capable of cutting through space.

The end of one arm coalesced into a thick amethyst hammer, its surface etched with indescribable runes of destruction.

One arm was as sharp and pointed as a spear, with purple liquid dripping from its tip, capable of corroding space.

The last arm was covered with layers of crystal armor, forming a strange arm shield.

Some dark fragments of organic matter, which seemed to have once been armor or skin, remained on its body. Some patterns could still be seen on them, like decaying flags, which further highlighted the cold indifference of those crystallized parts.

Its head was shrouded in a constantly flowing, distorting mist of light, through which a stiff face covered with fine cracks, as if it had melted and then solidified, could be vaguely seen.

A cloudy eyeball, almost swallowed by purple light, was faintly visible within it.

The mist seemed to exist only to obscure one's face.

This is not a pure void avatar like the [Throat of Annihilation].

This is a "lost person".

The original inhabitants of a world completely swallowed and distorted by the void.

Essentially, many void creatures are like this, but some individuals are referred to as "the Lost Ones" because they are different.

It is because those who have been corrupted by the void are the ones who have been given this title in the last destroyed world.

Such individuals were rarely seen in the sporadic reconnaissance rifts previously conducted by the vanguard.

Because once such individuals appear, they become very conspicuous, as their style is fundamentally different from that of other void life forms.

In particular, the forms of these individuals are very uniform, and it is clear that they seem to originate from the same region or world.

Just like in the world they are in now, those lives corrupted by the void are called "infected".

These are earlier infected individuals, infected individuals from a time when the world was already destroyed.

It did not immediately launch an attack upon its appearance; its murky eyes swept over the battered "Guardians" squad.

Finally, the focus shifted to Cedric, who was locked in a battle of wills with the [Throat of Annihilation].

A hoarse voice, carrying a strange "echo" and seemingly composed of countless overlapping low voices, resounded directly in everyone's mind.

It was filled with complex and twisted emotions—exhaustion, arrogance, and a malice bordering on pity.

"Ha...savior...yet another group of pitiful little reptiles trying to build sandcastles in the torrent of the end."

Its voice lacked the chilling sense of law of the [Throat of Annihilation], and was more like a prisoner mired in the mud yet mocking those on the dry shore.

"Look at you all, your pathetic state, these futile wounds. Newcomers to the Legendary Realm... have you already become so... pathetic just by facing a mere 'gateway' guard dog?"

Its cloudy eyes seemed to be fixed on Cedric, and its tone carried a knowing, "playful" quality.

"A futile resistance... just like everything our fallen 'Radiance of Dawn' did..." A faint trace of melancholy from the past escaped its voice, only to be swallowed up by a deeper desire for destruction.

Then, for no apparent reason, he started talking to himself.

"We gave our all—legends fell like rain, forbidden spells lit up the galaxy, and sacrifices built a ladder to annihilation."

"And the result? Do you see? I'm right here, turned into this... appearance! And our world, every inch of its soil, every breeze, every cry and laugh of its cubs, has all become a tiny ripple in the torrent of nothingness, vanishing... completely!"

Its four arms were slightly outstretched, as if embracing the omnipresent purplish-black energy, or as if showing off its "home".

"The vanguard?" It emitted a series of low, strange echoes, like a sneer or a lament.

"What you are resisting now... is merely the exploratory claws of the vanguard! A few small cracks, a few tiny passages... what do they amount to?"

Its gaze swept over the massive void gate, and then seemed to pierce through space, looking at the coordinates of other rifts outside Hamton Town that were opening or being detected.

“Let me tell you an ‘interesting’ fact, you poor thing. This ‘path’,” it said, raising its arm with the crystal blade and casually pointing to the vortex behind it.

"It is the largest 'breach' in your world, but that's all. Inside," it meant the terrifying aura that was gathering strength to surge out, "it can only accommodate at most this kind of being descending into this dimension. This is the current limit of void energy projection... for now."

Its cloudy eyes rolled, offering a "well-intentioned" reminder that was almost mocking.

"But what about those tiny cracks that are tearing the membrane of the world apart?"

Its tone suddenly shifted, and its voice became sharp and shrill.

“They…they are the real ‘channels’! They are countless. Although each one is tiny, like a needle piercing the surface of water…the convergence of countless needles is enough to pierce the entire world.”

"Among them... those cracks that have just stabilized, or those that have been 'deliberately' widened... there's a real possibility that some little cuties like you could slip out..."

Its gaze swept over Isabella, Baron, Lydia, and Oliver with a tangible presence.

That gaze seemed to carry some kind of mental stimulation, which they could clearly feel on their skin.

"Just like you few... even... carrying the last bit of resentment and madness that brought them into the world."

"They will reach out their cold fingers from your blind spots, in those unsuspecting villages, farmlands, and deep forests, and tear apart everything you want to protect!"

what?
The various expressions of meaning that came through began to become slightly chaotic and disordered, like frantic murmurs.

But such legendary void creatures actually possess such an immense desire to communicate. (End of Chapter)