A different world game? A different world game!

Below the walls of the Blood Pit Fortress.

The faint light of dawn struggled to pierce through the sulfurous and acrid smoke of gunpowder, illuminating the ravaged battlefield.

The clamor of the ongoing fierce battle finally subsided temporarily, leaving behind a suffocating silence and a shocking scene of devastation.

This time, the retreat of the demonic tide was somewhat different from the past—besides the remnants completely incinerated by the Night Watch's alchemical creations, there were even more demon corpses piled up like small mountains, each with a different shape.

In past wars, because the Night's Watch was still the main force, the demons they killed would turn to dust.

The cleanup of the entire battlefield was relatively simple, mainly involving dealing with the bodies of friendly forces.

But this time is clearly different.

Most of them belonged to the Abyss elites who were the last to charge the fortress with the newly ascended evil god "Lord of Rift" Gradden, as well as the mid-to-high-ranking demons who were killed by the Bloodbath Fortress support forces.

These corpses did not turn to ashes like the evil god's followers who were directly annihilated by the power of the god of Kana. Instead, they remained twisted and stiff on the ground, with dark blood slowly seeping out, mixing with the soil to form clumps of sticky, filthy swamps.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of people in the Bloodbath Fortress to deal with the corpses of demons.

After all, many demons were killed by the Avengers in previous wars, and their corpses were left behind.

The materials extracted from these corpses will eventually be returned to these avengers.

The stench in the air became more complex, a mixture of the putrid smell of rotting flesh and blood from the abyss, the acrid smell of burning corpses, and the rusty smell of cooled metal.

And there was also... a lingering, unnatural chill and a faint, metallic hum—the sensory distortion caused by the spatial ripples left after space had been repeatedly torn apart.

The earth's color also became strange. The originally scorched battlefield was coated with a strange, cold light that seemed to be a mixture of polar ice blue and dark silver. This was the mark left on the earth's surface after the Venerable One's residual divine power of order clashed with the filthy energy of the abyss.

As the savior, Kana represents order, and his datafication ability makes his divine power of order among the best.

The abyss is chaos.

It can be said that it has a strong conflict, and the demons of the abyss are a collection of chaos.

The collision of these two forces here will naturally cause changes to the surrounding environment.

In some areas near the base of the city wall or energy focal points, the scorched earth even exhibits a semi-crystalline state, shimmering with an unstable but exceptionally sharp light.

"Phew... This time it's even weirder than last time."

A Night's Watch warrior leaning against a half-collapsed arrow emplacement spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and clumsily adjusted his slipped helmet with his bandaged left hand. The helmet had a deep dent and burn marks on the side.

His cheeks were also wrapped in blood-soaked linen bandages, and his eyes, though exhausted, shone with the relief of surviving a disaster.

It is here, in this abyss, that one can experience the same sense of powerlessness that existed before being digitized, though it may be less intense.

“Look at that ground… it’s like it’s covered with a layer of cold glass shards. Stepping on it makes you feel the chill seeping into your bones.”

Beside him, a figure of unusually large build, wearing a tattered cloak, had his back to him.

With a chipped battle axe, he laboriously pushed a huge scythe demon corpse toward the processing point not far away.

The man turned around, revealing half of his face, which was also covered with fresh scars. Beneath his skin, dark red lines seemed to wriggle slightly like living creatures—this was an avenger.

He grinned, revealing sharp teeth, and his voice was hoarse and deep: "What's weird isn't the ground, it's the noise from those two guys fighting up there. The Lord of Tear-Tearing... and the Venerable One... with that noise, I almost thought this damn place was really going to be 'torn' into eight pieces."

“Who says otherwise!” The Night Watchman agreed, panting, and rubbed his ears, which were still ringing from the shock, pointing to some particularly large spatial rifts in the distance.

"Look at those huge craters and cracks. Yesterday they were just ordinary trenches, but now they look like they could bury an entire squad alive without them even surfacing. Especially that one..."

He pointed to the main battlefield on the left side of the fortress.

"Where did that grandson Graton's last claw miss? The area swept by Lord Cana's aftershock was dented more than ten meters deep, and the edges were as smooth as if they had been cut by the sharpest knife... monstrous power."

This is just the aftermath of a war between the gods.

The gods are in the heavens, and they are fighting in another dimension of the heavens.

Space was torn apart, and the power emanating from that torn space caused such a dramatic change to the battlefield.

I really don't know how lucky they were to not be killed outright when they were affected by those forces during the fight.

The Avenger paused, leaning on his battle axe to catch his breath. His muscular chest heaved as his gaze swept over the mountain of demon corpses covered in a strange silver-blue light.

"Hmph, the more they die, the more trouble they cause. In the past, there were many low-level scum, and the Night Watchmen killed many of them. Once they were killed, they were burned to ashes, leaving at most some ashes."

"These tough guys are definitely dead, but this rotten flesh... it's disgusting to look at, and the blood is corrosive. It'll be a real pain to deal with."

He gestured toward the alchemists who were directing the engineers to use the iron flower-assisted structure to clear the mountain of corpses: "Those butchers, after cutting up the corpses, left a huge pile of garbage. We have to pile it up at the incinerator over there and burn it!"
"We have to keep an eye on purification, otherwise just piling it up there will be a source of pollution, and who knows what kind of weird things it might breed?"

"At least... we fucking survived."

The Night Watch warrior leaned back heavily, his eyes vacant, staring at the sky, which was polluted and turned a dark purplish-red, the distorted colors as if the sky itself had been wounded.

"Didn't you see how the Lord of Rift ran away at the end? Ha! What kind of god is he? After Lord Kana twisted his arm, he ran more pathetically than a lava hound whose tail was stepped on!"

"Well done! Just for that satisfying feeling, I'd gladly go through this again!" He exhaled heavily, trying to swing his injured right hand, but the movement aggravated the wound, causing him to wince and gasp for air.

"Hiss... The price was terrible, too. Quite a few brothers were killed, and the city walls were riddled with holes... not to mention this territory that has been ravaged beyond recognition."

The Avenger was silent for a moment, and the dark red lines deep in his eyes seemed to dim a little, as if he was recalling the sacrifice of some of his comrades.

He ended up just muttering a curse about the filth of the abyss, then kicked a broken demon horn at his feet with a dull thud.

"Only by surviving... can we make those damned things pay a greater price. At least for now..."

He looked up, gazing towards the core of the fortress. "The Venerable One is truly here this time. As long as he's here, this wretched place... won't collapse!"

The numbness brought on by perpetual war.

They were overjoyed to see changes, and for the better, occurring on the battlefields that had remained unchanged for centuries.

We chatted like that for a while.

The two fell silent, each resting quietly, watching the weary soldiers stagger across the battlefield, which was filled with eerie colors and cold, crystalline luster, alongside dangerous demon corpses and shattered earth.

In the distance, the lingering spatial ripples in the sky occasionally flickered, like huge, unhealed wounds, silently recounting the breathtaking, god-level collision that had just occurred.

The relief of surviving the ordeal intertwined with a deep-seated exhaustion, permeating the bizarre and oppressive post-war landscape.

The shadow of a new wave of demonic forces seems to be lurking behind the stench emanating from those corpses.

Still inside the Blood Pit Fortress.

Kana returned here after a long absence and sat in his seat.

Leilia and the others sat in different directions in the conference room.

They did not handle the aftermath from the outside.

There's no need for them to host.

Just imagine what kind of place this is. This is the place where the Abyss War never stops, and the Blood Pit Fortress has never ceased operations since it was built here.

Battle after battle, wave after wave of demons.

Perhaps Lelia and others would still need to take charge of the situation beforehand, but it doesn't matter anymore. After the war ends, the remaining soldiers will naturally begin to handle things; it's already become muscle memory for them.

Blood Pit Fortress has begun to be assimilated by the Bloodbath Battlefield. Fortunately, it has only been a year or two, so it hasn't become numb to it yet.

We've only just begun to establish ourselves.

At this moment, the other people in the conference room were not focused on this at all; they had all brought up their own interfaces and were constantly checking the information in the channels.

The information they are looking at is, naturally, information about the world.

Currently, most of the discussions on the channels are about information related to the Void Vanguard invasion.

"So what exactly is the situation now?"

Leilia asked curiously.

After all, they can only get information through the channel, and the communication speed on the channel is too fast, so they can't ask too many questions, since everyone is busy right now.

Kana leaned back in his chair and said directly, "It's not as chaotic as you might imagine. The Night Watch has always been capable of keeping the vanguard at bay in the area where they landed."

We don't lack strength, we just lack time. I bought them enough time before I came here, so there's no need to worry too much.

Hearing Kana's words, the others nodded in relief.

They were all old acquaintances of Kana, who never lied about important matters and never offered words of comfort.

"To be honest, the Vanguard Army arrived a few years earlier than I expected."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Kana but did not refute or ask anything; Kana's reputation as a prophet was already deeply ingrained.

Not to mention those close to them, they all roughly knew what kind of situation the prophet of Kana was.

It's not about real-time prophecy, but about knowing a lot of information that others can't.

Kana calculated the current time.

If we calculate according to the in-game time, it should be the end of the second expansion and the start of Chapter 2.5, which is the connection period between the second and third expansions.

The main event of this period was the rat plague.

Now the vicious rats are gone, and their ashes have been scattered.

Starting with the third expansion, it was time to sound the horn of counterattack.

Players and NPCs begin to cooperate and fight the evil gods in a targeted manner, working together to eliminate the evil gods until finally facing the void.

The Vanguard Army appears roughly in the middle to late stages of the third chapter.

It's still early.

But reality has obviously changed, but Kana has long since stopped caring about that; he never intended to follow the plot.

For Kana, the so-called foresight and insight he gained from the games only broadened his perspective.

Those unknown information and locations, the treasures buried in those information and locations, and the overall situation of the world.

This is Kana's real magic touch.

The plot and such were meaningless from the start.

Because Cana changed the plot from the very beginning.

If you think about it carefully, the reason why the Void's vanguard has invaded at this stage can be entirely attributed to the Four Gods.

What is the purpose of the Four Symbols?
During the full-scale invasion of the Void, they should try to harvest the corrupted power, the faith, and the talent they desire from the world.

Then, when the void arrives, they make a hasty escape.

In other words, the void and evil gods are inherently opposed.

Although the evil gods did not want to provoke the Void, they would naturally show no mercy to the vanguard.

If the vanguard had invaded around this time under normal circumstances, then according to the storyline in the game, this period would be the most chaotic time in the world.

At this point, the arrival and invasion of the vanguard will only hasten the destruction of the world, which the Four Gods cannot tolerate. If the destruction is too rapid and there are too many deaths, they may not be able to gain any more benefits.

Therefore, they must have joined forces to block the vanguard, delaying its arrival time considerably.

In some cases, it still did good things, even though the intention was bad.

At this moment, Apis checked the information in the channel and roughly pieced together the complete situation.

He rubbed his temples, couldn't help but exhale, and sighed, "The Night's Watch is still developing too slowly."

Upon hearing this, Isabella couldn't help but retort, "Slow? It's already fast. If we go any further, it will only backfire."

Apis sighed helplessly.

This is where the problem lies.

Their expansion has reached an unbelievable pace, and it's now at its limit. If they accelerate any further, it will truly anger most of the major powers, causing them to unite against a common enemy and start a civil war.

"Although saying this goes against the Night's Watch's principles, the losses and problems caused by this Vanguard invasion have also helped us in a way."

"Lelia said."

After she finished speaking, everyone looked at her.

"what?!"

"It's hard to believe you've started saying things like that."

Graytooth, who was already speaking very fluently, couldn't help but voice what everyone was thinking.

The former Leilia.

Where to go? Who to kill? How many?

Now, we can begin to view more issues and broader situations from the perspective we should have been in.

"I can grow too! You guys are really looking down on me."

Leilia gritted her teeth.

"That's enough for now. We just need to do what we're supposed to do. We've already reached our limit by fighting on multiple fronts."

"The pace of development in the past was too fast, which has filled us with anxiety. It's time to calm down."

"This is just the vanguard; the real void invasion is still a long way off. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Kana murmured, trying to calm everyone down," he said.

The end of the world is no longer possible.

With their current strength and plans, they should be able to leave behind some lasting legacy.

The goal is no longer zero, but to preserve more on top of the existing foundation. (End of Chapter)