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world outside.

In the endless astral realm, the silver blade in Kana's hand had just lost the last bit of its afterglow from severing the void tentacles.

There are still a dozen or so tentacles left.

However, at this point, it was clear that the Void would no longer allow Karna to so easily sever his pioneering tentacles that were exploring the world.

The void cluster reacted.

Compared to the vast cluster of void, the world appears so small, and the Kana floating outside the world is as insignificant as a grain of sand.

That invisible and intangible destructive energy, capable of corrupting the very foundation of spacetime, clung to us like a maggot clinging to our bones.

Within this pure will to destroy, a presence suddenly arose, a purple streak of light carrying billowing mist, heading towards Kana.

He was born.

It wasn't an descent, but rather the manifestation of the void's will to destroy at this moment, in this place, as a manifestation of the interference of Kana.

The figure of the flowing light appeared in the mist.

His body is not made of flesh and blood, but of millions of sharp, irregular, deep amethyst crystals.

These crystals are not static; they are constantly rotating, recombining, and peeling away, like a vast, precise, yet frenzied geometric honeycomb.

The cracks flow across the surface of these crystals, not as damage, but as flowing patterns of annihilation, emanating an aura that devours all light and order.

It has no fixed form; it is more like a dynamic, amorphous aggregate composed of crystallized rules of destruction, but a head-like structure is barely formed in its center.

It is inlaid with three asymmetrical amethyst compound eyes that are constantly changing in angle and shape.

Within each "eye" is reflected a microcosm of a world in the process of destruction.

His very existence profanes the definition of existence—it is both sacred and terrifying, and the ultimate symbol of destruction.

An indescribable voice exploded directly within Kana's mind; it wasn't language, but a direct contamination of concepts: "Interference...interruption...order...erasure..."

"The world... will inevitably perish... the void... the path... will be unobstructed..."

"Retreat...or...assimilate...annihilate..."

His appearance was not for battle, but more like an ultimate warning and expulsion order from the void itself.

He himself is the warning that the rules of destruction are giving to Karna.

Kana's golden, data-flowing eyes swept coldly over the chilling, crystalline avatar of destruction.

He clearly "interpreted" the information: the void has its own unchanging rhythm of motion.

The world is encompassed by it, and it undergoes repeated washing over countless void creatures within its body. If it can survive until the end and escape, it will have passed this harsh selection.

The tentacles he severed only slightly delayed the "beginning" of this inevitable destructive selection process.

There will always be a vanguard.

Cutting it down is merely a temporary measure to suppress the crest of the wave, buying the fortress a few days, or at most ten days, of respite.

Kana was certainly aware of this, but his actions still angered the rules of destruction.

The void follows the path of destruction, eternally advancing through the astral plane.

Without independent consciousness, everything is limited by the coldest rules in the astral plane.

Rules are rules.

This is why many gods on their path of progress, when faced with the arrival of the void, do not intend to save the world, but instead lead their followers away from there.

Faced with the manifestation of destruction in the astral plane, even the gods are nothing but a joke.

Because this represents the existence of the attribute of destruction of everything in the world, if it is a god, then without a doubt, it would be the god standing at the very top.

There are differences even among gods.

From the perspective of the astral plane, the existence of the void is a manifestation of a natural process of selection.

A world reborn from destruction will surely shine brightly.

When the void condenses into a god with a will to destroy.

It was He who sensed the presence of deities in the world on His path forward.

Although he has not yet reached that level, the power of a god can be deployed in advance to respond to the world's reactions.

So when he saw this thing coming, Kana stopped what he was doing.

If Kana doesn't interfere, then the other side naturally won't interfere either.

He never attempted to completely shield the world from the void; that was unrealistic, violated Karna's principles, and was not part of his plan for salvation.

He provides shelter, a framework of order, and opportunities for advancement, but the ultimate test must be borne by the will to survive within it.

That is something that cannot be stopped by one or two individuals, not even by gods.

So, that's enough.

The Void Vanguard suddenly opening dozens of rift entrances could cause severe damage to the world.

But the Night's Watchmen weren't unable to stop them; they were just too far apart.

That's why Cana appeared outside the world immediately upon receiving the news and severed half of the tentacles.

Clearing out the tentacles is actually meaningless, because these things exist in clusters.

It only temporarily cuts off their opportunity to connect with the world.

In a few days, these tentacles will return.

That's enough.

All it takes is a few days for the Night's Watch to use their wisdom to block the entrances to these vanguard forces.

That kind of effort is enough.

Within a very reasonable range.

After all, the void is quite destructive. If a few rifts are not properly controlled, they could pollute a large area around the void or even impact residential areas.

The damage caused is too great.

In order to withstand the true apocalypse that follows, the population must increase.

Population, a sufficient population, an elite population.

That was the main purpose of the Night's Watch's plans.

Facing the embodiment of the rules of destruction before him, Kana turned around without hesitation, ignoring the amethyst deity who was still whispering the concept of destruction and radiating terrifying radiation behind him.

He tore open a passage as if merging into the star map, and vanished in an instant.

The light on the Void Amethyst God flickered, and the annihilation patterns at its core seemed to rotate faster with slight "satisfaction"—the source of interference had disappeared, and although the process of destruction was slightly hindered, it would eventually return to its original state.

……

The Abyss. The Battlefield of 1121 City.

Blood Pit Fortress.

At this moment, the air was thick with the sounds of battle and the scorching smell of rust.

Such things seem common in the Abyss, especially Blood Pit Fortress, but this time the scale is enormous, far exceeding anything seen before.

The reason for this is, of course, that the number of demon attacking armies has increased.

By this time, the demon was fully aware of the new fortress that had been rebuilt on the battlefield of the bloodbath.

The Blood Pit Fortress is located on the side of the main battlefield.

Now, every Blood Pit Fortress will receive the same treatment as the Bloodbath Fortress, except the number of demons won't be excessively high.

This war is because...

The Abyss seized the "opportunity" when Kana was distracted!
Clearly, the problems facing the world of Kanah are no secret to the Abyss.

Blood Pit Fortress has completely changed its appearance.

If the previous battles were small-scale elite assaults and probing attacks, then this moment is a devastating flood!
Outside the fortress, as far as the eye could see, was an endless, roaring tide of demons.

The low-level demons covered the scorched earth like a carpet of murky, rotting flesh. The sheer number of demons had some effect, slowing down the rate at which their corpses turned to ashes.

Interspersed among them are enormous abyssal beasts, hordes of dreadful overlords, cunning succubus assassin groups, and even mobile "siege towers" made up of countless twisted limbs.

The sky was obscured by gargoyles, winged demons, and all sorts of deformed flying monsters, casting shadows stained with foul sulfur and despair.

Above the fortress, the iron flower structure, which was originally only responsible for purification and defense, now emitted a more intense light with an offensive intent.

Pure rays of order shot out from the edges of its petals, sweeping across the crowded demon horde in the sky and on the ground like divine punishment. Each sweep cleared a large area, melting flesh and blood, shattering bones, and purifying souls.

It is like the center of a giant vortex, frantically absorbing the chaotic abyssal magic dissipating from the battlefield as a supplement, and then transforming it into even more deadly ordered energy.

The main function of this ironwork structure is hidden, while its various additional functions are constantly being revealed.

It's fair to say that the specific function of each ironwork structure is unknown.

The city wall defense line is the core of the meat grinder.

The corpses of demons and the broken pieces of Night's Watch armor formed a new fortress.

Leilia's figure was like the lightning core of a battlefield storm.

She is no longer a lone hero, but the command center that transforms into a deadly storm.

The spear in his hand had long since transformed into a spinning wheel of light, with the holy flames of the furnace burning fiercely, each swing creating a fan-shaped area of ​​flame purification.

Her silver armor was stained with jet-black demonic blood, and her eyes, sharp as an eagle's, beneath her helmet visor, precisely directed the defensive line. Her voice, transmitted through some kind of magic circle, resounded directly in the ears of every Night's Watchman:

"Breach in the third defensive section on the left flank! Alchemy team, prepare the metal torrent! Reserve gunners, advance three meters! Hold off the assault!"

"Airspace! Coordinates B-7! Gargoyle swarms on both flanks! Concentrate your fireballs! Bomb them down!"

"Right-wing first echelon retreats for rotation! Healing Sanctuary prepares to receive the wounded! Second echelon moves in!"

Her commands were concise, clear, and left no room for argument.

She herself is an inspirational totem.

The commander, who always leads from the front in every battle, is like a sharp blade on the battlefield, rampaging wildly through the demons' ranks.

"Weak demon, turn to dust!"

When a powerful abyssal behemoth breached a section of the city wall, attempting to create a huge gap, Lelia did not hesitate to abandon her safe position.

She let out a long howl, and the soul-burning, ghostly blue flames surged through her body, like a silver-white meteor falling backward, its tip wrapped in pale blue, as it crashed fiercely into the enormous monster that was comparable to a fortress tower.

The flames of the burning soul erupted instantly, condensing into a scorching spear tip. Amidst the deafening sound of metal tearing and the monster's screams, it forcefully pierced through the golem's hardest "heart"—its stone core. The immense kinetic energy sent the golem's corpse tumbling backward.

If it weren't in the Blood Pit Fortress area, the materials from this behemoth would have made the Night's Watch a fortune.

It's a pity, the other party was there.

From the gap in the torn city wall, a thick, silvery-white beam of light shot down from the ironwork structure.

The gap was filled with a phantom image, but it was only a semi-transparent phantom image.

The alchemists, who had been waiting below, immediately began operating the material transport equipment that had been set up there.

They controlled the entry of some supplies into the facility.

"Order Construction Command: Ironclad Barrier! Solidify!"

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of flowing metal and the pulsation of dark red energy, the silvery-white liquid, encasing various materials and metals, spread rapidly along the edge of the gap like a living giant python, climbing and shaping.

It solidifies extremely quickly, and its surface is covered with sharp barbs and defensive runes.

Construction system.

There is no need for craftsmen in the abyss; all that is needed is the right magic to bring the materials in and use magic instead of tools to quickly build structures.

In just a few breaths, the breach was replaced by a new defensive layer that shone with a metallic cold light and a scarlet energy circuit, even stronger and more intimidating than the previous stone wall.

Behind the newly filled gap, rows of heavily armored Night's Watch warriors and rune archers quickly took their positions, and the concentrated firepower once again blocked the direction from which the demons were surging.

The fortress is a highly efficient, resilient war machine that operates frantically on the brink of life and death.

The will of Lelia and the Night Watch is the core engine driving this machine, while the Iron Flower Construct is its inexhaustible source of energy, combining offense and defense.

However, the atmosphere of the battlefield suddenly became thicker and heavier.

An indescribable sense of terror, like the wailing of millions of wronged souls mixed with sulfur and despair, suddenly descended upon the battlefield.

It didn't come from one direction, but rather seemed to envelop the entire sky and earth of the Blood Pit Fortress, pressing heavily on every soul.

The charging demon horde paused for a moment, then erupted into an even more frenzied cheer!
The oppressive aura of the evil god of the abyss!
A twisted, blurry figure forced its way out of the abyssal energy storm layer outside the fortress. Its form was bizarre and difficult to discern, constantly flickering between beast and human forms, its body flowing with foul-smelling blood and constantly burning abyssal runes.

His breath was vast and chaotic, filled with resentful and forced anger.

"Damn Night Watchmen...damn constructs...damn little gods...and damn the will of the abyss!" The intermittent, foul roars crashed directly against the fortress's defensive shields.

"Come out! Cowardly god! Stop hiding in your rat hole! Our Lord is watching! He is angry and has ordered me to crush you insects!"

This is clearly a low-ranking abyss god who was forcibly pushed out from some unknown corner by the will of the abyss to assume the responsibility of divine war.

His power was undeniable, but his posture was more like that of a beast forcibly driven into the arena by chains, full of humiliation and resentment, which quickly transformed into a more brutal malice towards the fortress.

A war of gods is inevitable!

The pressure inside the fortress suddenly increased to its peak.

Leilia was covered in blood, and the burning flames of her soul fiercely resisted the oppressive power of the god.

She looked up at the ironwork structure and quickly sent this urgent message to Kana.

The information is extremely concise:
"Enemy god-level unit has appeared! Requesting support!"

The words are brief, yet they carry an irresistible weight, and a resolute determination that remains unwavering even in the face of dire circumstances. (End of Chapter)