A different world game? A different world game!

On the battlefield of Blood Pit Fortress.

The Abyss God's enormous head, covered in thorns and bone spikes and adorned with strange antlers, looked somewhat like a deer's head from a distance.

Suddenly rising from the filthy halo, its body, flowing with lava and filthy blood, erupted with a piercing shriek, shaking the entire mirrored space into a groan.

"Despicable usurper, rat of order. How dare you struggle under the gaze of the abyss! I will crush you and use your divine bones as torches to illuminate the moment the fortress falls."

He roared and made violent threats.

However, such threats were clearly of no use to Kana and were meaningless except for making noise.

"A lackey of the abyss."

Kana's voice cut coldly into the chaotic roar, devoid of anger, containing only pure, crushing judgment.

"The experience of being forced to eat filth has not yet taught you to back down."

Before he finished speaking, his intricately crafted silver gauntlets, adorned with blood-red patterns, were already striking out fiercely.

There were no elaborate lights, only a single, concentrated silver radiance, like a sharp blade slicing through the void, slamming into the frantically beating heart of the evil god.

Various insane abyssal evil gods, nothing much to say.

"Bang—Buzz—!!!"

The clash of divine powers was no longer merely a collision of energies; it was the very structure of space itself being violently torn apart, twisted, and wailed.

A massive, canyon-like spatial rift burst open instantly, unleashing a terrifying shockwave carrying two diametrically opposed forces.

The filthy, stagnant power of the abyss and the pure yet cold afterglow of order—like a bursting dam—surged through the dimensional barrier and crashed into the blood-soaked fortress battlefield below, a veritable hell on earth.

The power of chaos carries a tearing attribute, and space cannot withstand such tearing.

Unlike the previous war of gods, this battle will not have any impact on the outside world. Instead, as the battle progresses, it will continuously project its power outwards, affecting the entire battlefield.

This was inevitable; after all, it was a war of gods.

At that moment, the sky above the fortress was like Pandora's box of filth being opened.

The power of the abyss chaos poured down like a thick, inky tide, targeting a defensive zone on the left flank of the fortress led by veteran Ruft.

"Watch out above!" Leilia's warning tore through the air, but it was too late.

The malevolent aura, brimming with endless resentment and corrosive power, suddenly enveloped the dozen or so Night Watchmen.

Their armor emitted a piercing, acid-corroding sound, the Order Shield flickered, and the closest warriors let out painful groans.

Spiderweb-like black lines visibly appeared on the exposed skin, as if all the strength had been drained, and the movements became extremely sluggish.

The demons that stormed the city walls seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, their scarlet eyes blazing with an even more fanatical, bloodthirsty light, their claws and teeth becoming sharper, their movements swifter and more ferocious as they fiercely pounced on the wounded Night's Watch defenses.

"Power! Tear them apart!"

"I will skin them alive and gnaw on their bones!"

"Soul, delicious soul, let me have a bite of your head!"

The demons spoke insane words, their desire to attack growing ever stronger.

"Hold on! Holy Light Potion! Throw the Purification Charm over there!"

Ruft was a scarred, unshaven old soldier who roared at the top of his lungs as he rammed a howling imp that was trying to climb up the gap with his massive tower shield.

"Don't let this thing scare you! It's just that old dog from the abyss farted, didn't you see that the Venerable One's side has started it too?"

As if in response to his words, in the afterglow of the shockwave, the pure, orderly afterglow of Kana finally dispelled some of the filth, falling down like cool moonlight piercing through dark clouds.

The torn rift naturally wouldn't only unleash the power of this abyssal evil god; the power from Kana, which collided with it, would also flow downwards along with it.

Although it was only a ripple in the aftermath, it carried a strange purifying and stabilizing effect.

All the Night Watch warriors swept by the radiance felt the heavy corrosive sensation on their bodies suddenly lighten, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted.

His drowsy mind cleared instantly, and the power of order within him, suppressed by the chaotic power of the abyss, surged forth once more.

"Ha! Your Excellency's strength is truly impressive!" A young crossbowman named Eddie was frantically cocking his heavy crossbow.

The moonlight swept over him, making his arms feel a bit sharper. He wiped the mixture of sweat, blood, and mud from his face, grinned at the shield bearer beside him, and said:

"See Bill? He's even more effective than Old Jack's 'energizing soup' in our kitchen!"

The burly shieldman called Bill smacked an oncoming gargoyle carcass with his shield, cursing, "Shut up, Eddie! Focus on shooting your crappy arrow! One more word and I'll smack your ass with my shield!"

But Bill's tightly clenched lips involuntarily twitched upwards, and he swung the heavy tower shield more steadily and quickly in his hands.

Kana's power carries a pure order, and perhaps because the other party is a savior god, this majestic and pure order also carries an indescribable gentleness.

This was like a spiritual remedy for them.

Atop the towering walls, Leilia is the nexus of this power's flow.

The flames of her soul burned fiercely on her body, like a lighthouse resisting the erosion of the abyss.

As the clear light of order shone down, she keenly perceived the subtle analytical information about the power of the abyss contained within it.

She didn't have time to understand it in depth, but this information was like a corner of the most sophisticated battle map, instantly allowing her to grasp the weak point of the spatial rift core that leaked the power of the God War.

She gathered all her strength, and the dark blue flames transformed into a dazzling spear of fire, shooting with unparalleled precision into the depths of the wound.

Boom!

The core of the fissure trembled violently, causing the gaps that were pouring out those forces to pause.

With the pressure on the fortress defense system reduced sharply, the Iron Flower Construct seized the opportunity to unleash an even stronger light, and the purification ray swept across the sky, causing swarms of enhanced flying demons to fall and burn like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Within the dimensional rift, the battle between Kana and the evil god has reached a fever pitch.

Each strike contained divine power sufficient to shatter mountains and dry up the sea.

If Kana hadn't brought it into the mirror space, the surrounding area would have become a dead zone due to the shockwaves of these forces.

The land in the abyss, in particular, is inherently devoid of vitality.

Cana's attacks were as precise and efficient as the workings of the universe. His silver-glowing gauntlets, whether punches or palms, would sometimes strike with the heavy force of a giant axe, accompanied by the wailing sound of space shattering.

The silvery fluid sometimes transformed into powerful, corrosive tentacles, seeking out gaps and dismantling the defenses built by the evil god's corrupt divine power.

The evil god roared with humiliation and madness: "Cowardly god, your power is like that of an ant! The abyss is me! I am destruction!"

The evil god spewed nothing but mad ravings. His enormous claws tore through space as he lunged at Kana, while countless slender, barbed limbs shot out from behind him like deadly venomous snakes, spewing forth molten lava and foul blood that tried to corrode everything in their path.

His power was immense and his movements were wild and violent, but under the absolutely calm logic of Kana, who constantly "read" the battlefield and optimizes tactics in real time, his efforts became increasingly clumsy and futile.

"Fools who only rely on instinct to unleash their power, the natural gods of the abyss are such fools."

Cana always manages to evade the most lethal attacks with minimal movement, while each counterattack precisely targets the weakest point in the evil god's defense network, or directly analyzes the loopholes in His power circuits to disrupt them at the source.

Kana's main strength in rules lies in data.

Data can create a game-like effect throughout the world.

Once it is upgraded to a powerful force of rules and is used by Kana in battle, it will maintain the strictest order as it does now.

Once used, it can perform continuous analysis just like a data core.

More and more wounds, burning with foul blood, appeared on the evil god's body, and dark golden fragments of order began to mix into the flowing blood. His divinity was being corrupted and stripped away.

Cana's power is too aggressive.

Or rather, for an evil god like him, there is a certain degree of restraint.

If we consider this evil god's body as that of a mortal, then Kana's power is equivalent to causing his wounds to bleed continuously without healing.

On the main battlefield, the ebb and flow effect brought about by this divine-level game was amplified to the extreme.

When the evil god let out a painful, angry howl, all the demons seemed to be whipped by an invisible whip, their movements becoming sluggish and chaotic.

After all, the mirrored space tore open too many gaps during the battle, and various forces were transmitted outward, affecting the entire battlefield outside.

When Kana delivers a heavy punch of order that sends the evil god staggering backward, the demonic charge on the battlefield descends into inexplicable chaos, and the magical links become incredibly fragile.

The watchmen, like rocks in the waves, tenaciously seize every fleeting opportunity.

The Night Watchmen represent order; their close cooperation operates like mechanical gears, yet they also possess considerable autonomy, capable of adapting to changing circumstances.

"...Damn Night's Watch! Your bones are sour to chew!" A huge berserker covered in pustules was pinned to the edge of the battlements by three rune spears, swinging its burning giant axe as it tried to chop at the enemy while uttering vicious curses.

"Sour? It's still better than your rotten meat pies from the abyss!"

A female Night Watch warrior wearing a helmet, whose face was obscured, responded with a cold laugh, her scimitar darting towards the berserker's relatively vulnerable joints.

A young priest beside her, pale-faced, chanted rapidly, attempting to soothe the deep, bone-revealing claw marks on his companion's shoulder with basic healing light, muttering under his breath.

"Lord Kana, your power shines eternally upon you... The evil gods of the abyss are no match for your mighty strength... Purify and vanquish them..."

In the mirrored space, Kana seized the fatal moment when the evil god's divine power was interrupted during a gathering.

The golden data patterns that had been steadily flowing around his body suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly intense light, and all the information flow condensed into a tangible sharpness of rules at this moment.

His figure moved like lightning, instantly appearing before the evil god's enormous deer head covered in bone spurs.

With his hands joined together like knives, imbued with the power to cleave space, he stabbed fiercely into both sides of the evil god's chest!

"Parsing complete, path cleared, core destroyed."

Pfft——! ! !
With a tooth-grinding tearing sound and the evil god's unbelievable, desperate scream that shattered the void, Kana's arms were completely buried in the evil god's chest cavity.

His concentrated divine power was like billions of the sharpest surgical scalpels of order, precisely and violently severing the core link of the evil god, churning his body into chaos.

And instantly detonated the power that had been poured into the opponent's body.

boom--! ! !
A terrifying energy annihilation occurred in the evil god's chest cavity.

The part of His upper body connecting the deer's head and shoulders was torn apart and blown away in the filthy, purplish-black light of the explosion.

Only the area below the waist where lava flows remains.

However, this is not the end.

Gods are not so easily wounded and defeated.

Kana did not pursue decisively.

The scattered flesh and blood from the damage reformed into a black smoke-like substance that condensed and spun, forming a huge black sphere that drifted away and pulled away.

A silvery liquid covered Kana's surface and flowed rapidly across his body.

As the silver liquid flowed over, the damage on Kana's body was instantly cleared and repaired, as if he had never participated in the battle.

Burning eyes were fixed on the sphere of black mist ahead.

The data halo behind his head slowly rotated.

He was doing his analysis again.

The opponent is undoubtedly a flesh-and-blood god composed of the power of the abyss, and is undoubtedly a born god.

Mad and bloodthirsty, this god is more like a mad god born from the abyss than the three-headed hound he fought before.

Even though Kana's attack seemed to cause very serious damage for a moment, it only consumed a portion of the opponent's power.

Gods are not such fragile beings; they do not truly die like mortal beings of flesh and blood as their bodies are torn apart.

The power of the black mist shielded and enveloped the area, forming a protective barrier.

It was made of pure chaotic power. Although this was a mirror space, it was also part of the abyss.

A sharp claw tore through the black mist.

The tearing force ripped the entire sphere of black mist into shreds, which then coalesced into strips of black mist that flowed back into the body of the evil god who had revealed himself.

"Damn cowardly god, I will tear you to shreds and burn your flesh piece by piece into my belly."

Kana watched silently, expressionless.

In his view, the deity, who had reappeared in his posture, was still being analyzed continuously.

"Nonsense, if your power can only be expressed through words, then perhaps I can understand why you are so weak."

"Roar--!!!"

Another frantic roar.

This evil god seemed extremely easy to provoke; Kana had only said a few words casually, and his pupils had turned completely blood red.

"Fragile gods, both in body and mind." (End of Chapter)