A different world game? A different world game!

The sky above Blood Pit Fortress seemed to have been violently twisted and shattered as if a boiling pot of oil had been thrown into it by giant stones.

The figures of Kana and the Abyss God had long since disappeared into the depths of the raging energy vortex, invisible to the naked eye.

Only the deafening roar that shook the abyss and the bizarre jets of energy remained, relentlessly lashing the entire battlefield.

The power of chaos and its own power constantly alternated and collided during their journey, leaving behind a trail of power that affected the battlefield and swayed the situation.

Even so, it's better than having the battlefield right outside.

Otherwise, it would be more than just an impact.

It is not a comprehensive and indiscriminate destruction.

"Damn insects! You think you've won by binding the minions of the Great Abyss?!" The evil god's roar, thick with malice and the smell of sulfur, was no longer just simple words. Each roar was like a tangible hammer slamming into the shield of the fortress, causing the runes to extinguish uncertainly.

This thing even has a tearing power in its roar, capable of tearing through space to transmit its sound.

A born god.

Without a doubt, this evil god is the living embodiment of the tearing apart of the rules in the abyss.

For him, tearing apart is instinct; every gesture he makes carries a corresponding fluctuation of rules.

However, he was at a disadvantage at this moment. The parts of him that were suppressed and cut off in the mirror space, mixed with the fragments of the torn space, turned into "blood rain" that was black, viscous, and burning with foul flames, and splashed onto the fortress defense line.

These raindrops are not water; they are concentrated venom of despair.

After all, it was made of the flesh and blood of an abyssal evil god, a mixture of countless other things.

A heavily armored Night's Watch warrior, who had just pierced the throat of a horned demon, was struck on the shoulder by a drop of "rain." The sturdy adamantite alloy instantly emitted a piercing "sizzle" sound and billowed smoke, causing the flesh on his shoulder below to dissolve, turn black, and rot.

The soldier groaned, the intense pain contorting his movements.

It's important to know that the Night's Watch members have incredibly strong wills, which shows how excruciating their pain must be.

"Be careful! This ghostly rain will corrode your armor and soul!" roared an old soldier whose face was splattered with black blood.

He rolled away to avoid an even larger swarm of raindrops, and kicked away a demon that was lunging at him. "Damn it, this bastard is so vicious even when it bleeds!" He gritted his teeth and ripped off his helmet, revealing graying sideburns and a pair of fierce eyes.

"Healer! This area needs Holy Light to dispel!"

In the sky, Kana's cold, emotionless voice pierced through the chaotic energy currents, resounding clearly as if injecting a chilling order into the chaos.

"Analysis complete: Energy attack mode - 'Soul-Corroding Blood'. A triple-layered corrosion of physical, mental, and legal aspects. Targeted protective force field deployment - 'Pure Light Filter'."

At this moment, Kana's way of speaking was like that of a sophisticated instrument.

The one who actually said those words was not Kana, but the halo of data-driven rules manifesting behind his head.

This thing is like the core of a computer.

The next instant, the iron flower structure that had been invisibly protecting the entire fortress suddenly extended upwards with a layer of extremely thin, yet shimmering, pale golden light membrane.

The iron flower structures cast into the abyss are naturally very different from the iron flower structures outside.

Although it was also built by Pope in the City of the Ring Tower, it underwent some modifications by Kana during its transport to the city.

This allows for certain coordinated operations when exercising one's divine power within the area of ​​the iron flower structure.

Now it has indeed come in handy.

The effect of this light film when it came into contact with the falling, dirty, bloody raindrops was astonishing.

The filthy blood did not explode or annihilate; it was "filtered" like water droplets falling onto a scorching hot iron plate.

The foul-smelling sulfur and corrosive properties were silently extracted and decomposed, leaving only ordinary liquid with the stench of the abyss, which splashed on the ground to form murky puddles.

Although the smell remains, the threat has been greatly reduced.

it's necessary.

After all, such a massive evil god, even if it couldn't be defeated, would still shed an enormous amount of flesh and blood. To simply let it spray out like that... who knows what serious consequences it would bring.

It's unreasonable to expect to bear such severe consequences after winning a battle.

Kana is not going to take such a loss.

At this point, the cold, data-driven Kana naturally wouldn't calculate such a high price to pay.

After all, Canna is Canna; right now, rationality is in control, and emotion has yielded the lead.

One's personality, thoughts, and preferences will not change.

It's similar to the price paid.

If it were truly a machine devoid of cold, impersonal data, it would make the absolutely correct choice.

The right choice is to ignore everything and devote all your energy to dealing with the evil god in front of you.

What Kana displayed as having complete divine power was not absolute correctness and ruthlessness, but rather efficiency and precision.

"Ha! Your Excellency's move was brilliant!" The old soldier spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looked at the marks on his body that were wet with ordinary liquid, and grinned, revealing his missing tooth.

“This ‘filter’ is like sealing the mouths of those bastards! It saves the brothers a lot of time polishing their armor!” he said, as he quickly cocked his crossbow with his calloused hands and aimed at a demon bat that was spraying acid in the distance.

"Watch me shoot down that flying toad and roast it for a side dish!"

"Stop talking, you're disgusting, you can't eat this stuff."

On the fortress walls, Leilia's figure was like an inextinguishable silver lightning bolt, with the Soul-Burning Flame roaring around her.

A colossal "crater destroyer" made of rock and lava swung its magma hammer at a section of wall that had just been corrupted by demonic magic.

Leilia shouted and instead of retreating, she charged headlong into the monster that was several times larger than herself.

The Soul-Burning Spear spun rapidly in her hand, forming a blazing fiery drill that slammed into the monster's rocky chest.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the drill exploded, the lava core shattered, and the enormous monster fell backward, crushing a large number of demons crowded below the city wall.

Simple and efficient.

This is nothing more than a legendary unit created by the abyss, designed specifically for siege warfare.

Although it is legendary, it still falls short of being a truly legendary creature.

"Third team! Hold the breach! Push the rest of the trash down!"

Leilia's voice was clear and bright, carrying an undeniable aura of iron and blood. She stepped on the still steaming remains of the monster, and the demonic blood on her silver armor evaporated rapidly under the high temperature of the blue flames.

Just then, a blinding silver light suddenly erupted from the alternate dimension battlefield in the sky. This indicated that a change had occurred within the increasingly chaotic and obscured mirror-space battlefield above the sky battlefield.

Cana seemed to have seized upon a weakness in the evil god. A pure, silvery-white stream of light, seemingly condensing all the trajectories and laws of the universe, burst forth from the core of the energy vortex like the first beam of light piercing the darkness of dawn.

The energy of order was so strong that it even instantly pushed back the chaotic forces in a large area around it.

This wasn't aimed at the fortress, but at the evil god itself. However, the overwhelming aura tore open a huge crack in the sky above the fortress, shimmering with spatial turbulence!
This was so exaggerated that even the eternally murky sky of the abyss was forcibly torn apart, revealing a slightly cleaner area.

The appearance of this crack was like casting a powerful magnet of order into a vast ocean of chaotic demonic energy.

Om-!
An invisible ripple of energy, carrying a wondrous frequency that calmed the mind and a faint metallic gleam, swept across the entire Blood Pit Fortress battlefield in an instant.

All the demons, who were brandishing weapons, casting spells, and baring their fangs and claws, froze for a moment in an eerie manner.

The abyssal magic surging within them was as if doused with a bucket of ice water, instantly becoming sluggish and viscous. Some demons even howled in pain due to the disruption of their magic circuits.

The sulfurous fumes drifting in the air and the stench of decay on the ground seemed to have been largely dispersed by a strong wind.

"Wow! I feel so much lighter! It's like I just unloaded a two-hundred-pound sandbag!" A young Night's Watchman, who had just plunged his longsword into the succubus's heart, shook his aching arm and exclaimed in delight. There were still hickeys on his face.

It was clearly a bit too much for a young Night's Watchman to fight a succubus; he would have to pay a small price.

The shield guards, who were desperately resisting the demonic onslaught at the breach in the city wall, suddenly felt the pressure ease, and the corrosive impact that struck the tower shields was noticeably weakened.

"It's the leader! The leader beat that bastard into chaos over there, and even our scum here are all deflated!"

Behind the shield wall, a burly man with a full beard used his shoulder to push against the giant shield, laughing and cursing loudly as he pushed and shoved.

"Hey! You stinky-footed bastards over there, haven't you eaten yet?! Where's that crazy energy from before? My legs are numb from waiting for you to crash into me!"

His booming voice drew a burst of tired but cheerful laughter, which gave the soldiers a much-needed boost in morale.

However, the ferocity of the Abyss God far exceeded imagination. It did not have the cunning of the three-headed hound, but only a crazy obsession and an indomitable spirit forcibly driven by the abyss!
Despite being hit by such force, he didn't even think about running away.

"Don't even think about it!!!"

The evil god's roar carried a tragic, all-or-nothing intensity. Its core erupted with an unprecedented dark red light, forcefully reversing the situation that had been suppressed for a moment.

Its twisted giant arm ignored the cutting power of Kana's sharp silver cutter and forcibly grabbed at the trajectory of the silver-white light stream.

Intending to devour!

He really is a madman; his brain doesn't work properly.

"Target intent detected: forced energy backlash. Executing the final cleanup protocol: 'Order·Severance'."

Cana's voice was flat and emotionless, yet it carried an undeniable sense of finality.

Just as the giant claw of the evil god was about to touch that wisp of silver light of supreme order, Kana's figure vanished from the spot and appeared precisely at the joint of that incredibly thick giant arm in the next instant.

His right hand was no longer a fist, but rather his fingers were joined together like a knife.

The flowing silver blood on it instantly congealed and collapsed, transforming into a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, its edges even blurring the space around it.

It's important to know that Canna also has some sharp rules.

Without any earth-shattering noise, the hand chop carried a pure meaning of severing everything and cutting off space, gently slicing towards the joint that had condensed the power of the evil god.

There was no crisp sound of metal colliding, no roar of energy explosion.

There was only one strange feeling that made the entire dimensional battlefield, and even the main battlefield space, seem to lose all sound and fall into absolute silence for a short time.

Immediately following was a sharp, teeth-grinding "slice" as flesh and bone were instantly cleaved by the sharpest, coldest thing.

Pfft!
A massive, terrifying arm, flowing with molten divine blood and covered with twisted runes and abyssal worms, was severed at the root and thrown out of the huge crack in the sky. It crashed heavily onto the scorched earth outside the fortress like a meteorite, splashing up a cloud of viscous blood and sulfurous dust.

The severed section of the arm was as smooth as a mirror, revealing even faintly pulsating flesh and blood vessels, as well as demonic bones shimmering with the light of vengeful spirits.

"roar----------!!!"

This time, the Abyss God's screams were completely different; they were no longer expressions of anger or intimidation, but rather pure, boundless, soul-wrenching agony.

Its destructive aura plummeted instantly, like a punctured balloon.

For the first time, a primal, instinctive tremor appeared in those wildly burning, blood-red demonic eyes towards that silver-white figure.

It didn't even have time to glance at the severed arm again, nor could it care about the possible punishment from the will of the abyss! Its remaining will consisted of only one word: Escape!!!
Because it is very simple.

This is not simply cutting off his arm, but cutting off the very concept of his arm's existence from his body.

If he doesn't understand this concept, or if he doesn't get his arm back, he will be permanently disabled with one arm missing.

What if it's the head?
The massive body, now only half intact, unleashed its final power, stirring up endless demonic energy and spatial fragments, before crashing headlong into the deeper abyss, leaving behind only a spatial rift that pierced the sky and could not heal for a long time, as well as the terrifying aura of divine blood that permeated the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the morale of all the demons plummeted to rock bottom. Their once fierce offensive receded like a receding tide, leaving only chaotic fleeing and trampling of each other driven by instinct.

The watchmen erupted in thunderous cheers.

Although they couldn't see the specific details of the battle, the fall of the evil god's severed arm and the final, mournful roar of his retreat clearly proclaimed that victory belonged to the fortress.

"Well done! Your Excellency!" The veteran excitedly shot a fleeing demon in the back with a crossbow bolt and clenched his fist in the direction of the crack in the sky.

"What's a broken arm to that bastard? Let him remember this: Blood Pit Fortress is guarded by a Venerable One! Next time he comes, we'll twist his head off too!"

Leilia wiped the warm, splattered blood from her cheek, and as she gazed at the shrinking spatial rift in the sky and the slowly dissipating terrifying energy ripples, her tense body finally relaxed slightly.

Her armor was covered in blemishes, and the light of the holy flames had dimmed considerably, but the conviction in her silver eyes burned even brighter than the furnace itself.

She opened the communication, her voice hoarse from the battle, yet unusually firm:

"The demons in the Fortress Battlefield have retreated. Requesting further instructions!"

Kana's cold yet reliable voice rang out again, its sound piercing through the distance of space and calming the entire fortress:
"Confirmed. Clean up the battlefield. Repair the walls. Prepare for the next assault. The Abyss won't be friendly with us."

After speaking, Kana withdrew from his divine demeanor, and emotions regained their dominance.

"That really startled him."

The reason that the knife didn't go for the head just now was, of course, because it couldn't have hit it, or rather, even if it had, it wouldn't have had the same effect.

Even cutting off an arm is the limit.

Looking down at the severed-armed Kana, who was still radiating a large amount of chaotic power, he pondered.

The abyss's probing attack was repelled.

The void also began.

The Night's Watch will face increasing pressure. (End of Chapter)