A different world game? A different world game!

Chapter 842 Tear
In front of the Blood Pit Fortress.

The evil god, forcibly pushed out by the will of the abyss, brought immense pressure to the entire battlefield.

This is, after all, a deity.

It is fundamentally different from ordinary life.

The difference is fundamental; they are more advanced, and they have an instinctive power to suppress lower life forms.

Leilia looked at the evil god in front of her.

It wasn't the three-headed hound we'd seen before.

This evil god's appearance is the epitome of violence.

It rose up like the upright remains of a colossal beast, utterly corrupted and twisted by the abyss, its enormous body covered with scales and bones as dark as congealed blood and as jagged as broken rocks.

His image is extremely arrogant.

Its head was grotesque, with several pairs of huge, twisted horns that gleamed with an ominous black light, as if they were about to pierce the sky.

Its crimson eyes, burning with abyssal flames and filled with destructive lust, were filled with interlocking fangs that dripped with saliva that corroded the very space.

The forelimbs, thick and muscular, end with sharp claws that gleam with a tearing light. With just a single unconscious swing, they leave dark cracks in the surrounding space, as if it were fragile cloth.

Its very existence seems to be the embodiment of "tearing apart" rules, a primal rage born to shatter everything tangible and intangible.

This is the newly crowned "Lord of the Rift" of the Abyss—Graditon.

This new addition may have been something from hundreds of years ago.

However, for gods, a few hundred years is but a blink of an eye.

Not to mention that this is an abyss, where the concept of time is extremely faint.

The moment this abyssal evil god named Gradden appeared, the terrifying pressure emanating from the "Tear" divine authority crashed down on the Blood Pit Fortress like a towering mountain.

The pressure and fear brought by such an aggressive and powerful rule are greater than those of other evil gods.

The already crumbling energy shield groaned as it teetered on the brink of collapse, causing many Night's Watch warriors and Avengers to cough up blood instantly, with those of weaker wills even on the verge of mental breakdown.

Its mere aura began to tear apart mortal beings of lower life levels.

Leilia's soul flames flickered violently as she forcibly maintained the core of her body's command center, but her sword-wielding arm trembled uncontrollably.

She could clearly sense the aftershocks of the fierce divine battle between Ilstar and Tanarguz coming from the direction of the Bloodbath Fortress, and the reinforcing gods were indeed too busy to attend to anything else.

Now that it's clear that there are two Divine Abysses in this bloody battlefield, any action taken will naturally require sending out both gods at once to achieve results; otherwise, it's meaningless.

Gratton's chaotic and furious divine sense swept across the battlefield, especially the area covered by the Iron Flower Construct, unleashing a soul-shattering roar.

"Purification?! Order?! It must be torn apart! Kevin?! He's hiding?! The noise from the abyss is deafening! Tear this place apart! Tear everything apart!!"

He shouted and roared, his voice carrying a faint divine power that swept across the area.

Not only the defenders on the Blood Pit Fortress, but also the demons attacking the city were attacked without hesitation, and without any interaction, they were directly reduced to pieces.

However, you certainly can't expect him to have any patience.

He confirmed that Karna was not there, and the humiliation and rage stemming from being forced by the abyss burned even brighter.

"Since that coward is hiding! Let's tear this glaring iron shell apart first! Then tear apart this disgusting space! Let the fragments return to the abyss of chaos!!"

This was the main reason the abyss had urged him to come here.

Although this small territory is insignificant compared to the vastness of the abyss, it is like a small pimple on a human face.

But clearly the abyss doesn't like this little pimple and wants to get rid of it.

However, all previous attempts had failed.

Having finally found an opportunity to seize the moment, I naturally want to solve this once and for all.

Just as Gradden's massive claws gathered destructive energy powerful enough to tear apart planes, about to smash down on the core area of ​​the Blood Pit Fortress, at the last possible moment...

The sky above, which had been torn and distorted by Gradden's oppressive aura, was suddenly cleansed by a cold light of order.

The magical region, which had become extremely chaotic due to the demonic attack and the presence of the evil god, was swept away in an instant. The magic of order took over the area almost in the blink of an eye, before anyone could react.

The iron flower construct began operating at full capacity, no longer needing to devote all its power to clearing the chaotic magic.

Various buffs and healing effects began to spread throughout the area.

For hordes of demons, these things are acid and putrefaction, things they simply cannot afford to mess with.

They squealed and cried out under the sunlight, but still obediently charged forward.

A figure appeared silently in mid-air, blocking the path between Gradden and the fortress.

The visitor was none other than Kana.

"Lord Kana!"

"Our god has descended!"

"The demons are about to suffer a crushing defeat!"

"For the Night's Watch! Kill!"

Kana's arrival gave everyone enough confidence.

Morale immediately turned from danger to safety, and even soared.

It was all because of Kana's arrival.

He did not appear in his "complete form" as a savior god; there were no exaggerated halos or star-trajectory robes around him. He was merely in his most core, primordial state—his form was slightly illusory.

But it exudes an absolute and unquestionable sense of orderly power, and the scarlet data patterns covering its arms are clearly visible, flowing like living things and deducing the raging evil god before it.

The entire battlefield suddenly became somewhat quiet.

After all, the pressure of the two gods facing each other and merging together is so great that even demons, let alone humans, are starting to lose their senses and become unable to move.

Kana's voice was cold and calm, yet carried a clear power that pierced through all chaotic wills, directly penetrating Gradden's berserk mind: "Trash. Did the Abyss send you here because even the gatekeeper Cerberus thought your head was too noisy and wanted to sweep you out like trash?" The contempt and mockery in his tone were like tangible ice picks, precisely piercing the core of Gradden's arrogance as a god.

"And I still hope you will launch a sneak attack. I suppose you must be the kind of treacherous and cowardly person who dares not fight head-on, right?"
Such inferior divine power truly befits a useless piece of trash, destined only to eke out a living in the abyss.

Gratton was so enraged he was about to explode; the insulting words stirred a pure destructive urge in his chaotic mind.

"die!!!!"

Its accumulated tearing energy no longer hesitated, surging towards Kana like a cascading waterfall! Kana crossed his arms, and the blood patterns instantly blazed brightly.

Instead of directly confronting the energy torrent that was powerful enough to tear apart the fortress, he ripped his hands apart to the sides—not a spatial tearing attack, but a massive and extremely precise "spatial cutting"!
The battlefield scene instantly distorted and folded in the eyes of everyone in the fortress.

The massive divine bodies of Kana and Graton vanished from their original positions in an instant, as if they had been thrown into a giant mercury mirror.

The situation is different from last time.

Because this time the power of the god can tear space, if the battle is fought in the mirror space in one place, it is easy for the opponent's power to impact the outside.

The sky returned to its normal state after the Iron Flower Construct was purified, as if the oppressive feeling of destruction just now was just a nightmare.

However, behind that false "mirror" above the fortress lies another isolated "mirror space" specifically for divine warfare.

In the event of a high-level battle, if the aftershocks have a significant impact, Kana will naturally pull them into the mirror space to prevent them from causing damage to the outside world.

However, Gratton's priesthood was "tear".

It represents the power of destruction, and even the dimensional barrier carefully constructed by Kana cannot completely isolate a mad god obsessed with tearing everything apart.

Not to mention, no matter how you look at it, this evil god seems to be mentally challenged.

Within the mirror space, the battle instantly intensified.

The opponent clearly didn't want to waste time dragging things out with Kana, so they went straight into battle, not even bothering to test the waters.

Every claw strike, roar, or even physical impact of Gradden was accompanied by black cracks that tore through space.

Cana's figure transformed into a streak of light, dodging, blocking, and counterattacking under the drive of data processing. Each energy collision was like a supernova explosion, blasting out devastating light spots on the mirrored "sky" and "earth".

Kana directly manipulated the silver liquid that he was most comfortable with, transforming it into various different things to defend himself.

Although these things could be easily torn to pieces by the other party, it didn't matter that they were torn to pieces, as they would immediately turn into silver liquid and continue to be used by him.

It sounds strange, since this is the rule of the gods. Even if it can be turned into liquid, it should still be subject to loss.

But don't forget.

Kana is also a god, and the silver he uses as a means of attack is part of his divine body.

In terms of the strength of the rules themselves, they are no weaker than the strength of the opponent. Under such offsetting confrontation, the following scene will appear.

However, only Kana's constructs can receive such treatment.

This space won't do.

A deadly chain reaction ensued.

When Gradden's attack becomes too violent and hits the "boundary" of the mirror space, the isolation of that area will create unstable ripples.

A massive spatial tear, like a terrifying scar, will briefly "project" or "penetrate" from the illusory mirror space onto the real battlefield of the Blood Pit Fortress.

At the same time, accompanied by the terrifying energy fluctuations of the divine collision in the mirror space, even through the barrier, it transformed into a substantial sense of oppression and the earth tremors, crashing down upon the real world.

The inside and outside are connected again.

This chain reaction immediately became the most deadly catalyst on the real battlefield.

"Look! Power has descended!" A thunderous, frenzied cheer erupted from the demon army.

The projection of the divine war, the earth-shattering energy impact, and Gradden's occasionally howling thoughts filled with destructive desire, pierced through the cracks, were like the most powerful aura of rage, completely igniting the madness of all chaotic creatures.

They are easily influenced by their leaders.

Not to mention that the leader was a violent and bloodthirsty god, which perfectly suited the tastes of demons.

The lower-ranking demons, their eyes glowing red, were completely disregarding their own lives. The higher-ranking demons, on the other hand, unleashed combat power far exceeding their usual strength amidst the chaos.

The demons' onslaught was no longer a tide, but transformed into a more frenzied and reckless torrent of destructive lava.

Their morale soared and their combat strength increased dramatically.

"Hold on!! For purification! For order!" Leilia's voice echoed through the defense line via the soul link.

She had no choice but to abandon her central command position and transform into a centaur ghost knight, charging towards the section of the city wall under the most pressure, her massive ship-slaying sword igniting with unprecedented soul fire.

The giant claw that Gradden had used to tear through space was projected right above her head in the phantom image, bringing immense mental pressure but also igniting her battle spirit.

"Under the barrier, that's just the aftershock! Tear apart the scum rushing up!!" She unleashed a Soulfire Shockwave that sent dozens of berserker demons flying as they climbed up.

Greytooth, piloting his battered pterosaur, narrowly avoided a small spatial rift that had unexpectedly "leaked" out from the torn projection.

Where the crack swept across, dozens of demons and a small section of the city wall were instantly sliced ​​into pieces by the invisible blade.

"Damn it, that damned evil god is affecting the outside!" he roared, throwing his short spear, which accurately pierced the eye socket of a siege golem, temporarily slowing its ramming of the city wall.

Apis stood on the mage's platform, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

She not only had to maintain wide-range protective spells and soul-disrupting incantations to resist the aftershocks of the divine war, but also had to do her best to help purify the Iron Flower construct and stabilize the surrounding magic field.

However, Graton's tearing power caused the rifts in the mirror space to constantly disrupt the stability of the real space, resulting in a slight stagnation in the conversion of the magic of order.

"Karina! Annabelle! Watch out for those energy turbulence! They're weakening the area effect of the Iron Flower!" she shouted a warning.

Karina, in her bear form, rampaged across the city walls, smashing climbing demons with her paws and claws wreathed in holy light, responding, "I can feel it! These demons are going even crazier under this pressure! Like they've been injected with abyssal stimulants!" Her divine radiance dimmed considerably when she approached the area projected by the energy impact.

Annabelle moved through the shadows like a ghost, her daggers flashing to precisely sever the throats of demons or pierce their cores.

However, when passing through areas of intense spatial turbulence, her steps become extremely difficult, and she must rely on absolute speed to force her way through.

"The fortress is shaking! That damned evil god hasn't even broken in yet, and the spatial rift is already tearing the walls down for it!"

Blood Pit Fortress's defenses have faced an unprecedented test.

The magic ray towers are at risk of overload under intense attacks and spatial interference; the ballista positions frequently lose accuracy due to the tremors of the great earthquake; while resisting the tide of demons, the warriors must also be distracted by dodging or enduring the ripples of deadly spatial turbulence or energy shocks that suddenly appear from the "sky".

The iron flower structure continued to operate stubbornly, its purifying beams piercing the dim battlefield, but its pale golden dome of order was constantly being "indirectly eroded" by the tearing rules, causing it to ripple violently like water at times.

Each ripple means a shrinking of the sanctuary, a slight increase in the whispers of the abyss, and a heavier burden on the Night's Watch soldiers.

Throughout the fortress, from core members like Lelia to the lowest-ranking shield guards, everyone fought valiantly.

While battling a raging torrent of demons, they also have to passively endure a secondary catastrophe caused by the power struggle between two gods in the mirror space, a catastrophe powerful enough to tear reality apart.

This is a destructive symphony unfolding in two dimensions, each influencing the others, with the Blood Pit Fortress teetering on the brink of collapse amidst a raging storm.

(End of this chapter)