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abyss.

The first level of the bloody battlefield.

This is the place where the name "Bloody Battle" truly comes to life.

The stench of blood was no longer pervasive, but rather like a viscous substance, heavily pressing down on every inch of space.

This "invasion zone," solidified by the rules of the astral plane, is the longest and deepest wedge driven into the heart of the abyss by countless world coalition forces, and it also bears the most violent and endless backlash from the abyss.

Because this is the foundation of everything.

According to the rules, if this place is swallowed up by the backlash of the abyss and re-incorporated into the abyss, the rules of the entire Bloodbath Battlefield will be greatly weakened.

Other battlefields may still exist, but the disappearance of the very foundation of this invasion will cause other battlefields to fall into a disadvantageous position.

Therefore, this place is very important.

It is precisely because of its importance that troops from various worlds and forces in the astral plane are stationed here.

Although the Abyss desperately wanted to fight back, it was almost impossible, because the Abyss was at a significant disadvantage here.

Unless the Abyss has the ability to mobilize all the god-level forces under its command to suddenly launch an absolute and fierce attack on this place, triggering a divine war that can be called a celestial war, there is simply no chance.

The abyss itself might not be able to bear such consequences, so this place is practically a nail firmly driven into the heart of the abyss, which can never be removed.

After explaining a few things, Kana passed through the spatial barrier.

In that instant, a chaotic impact and tragic atmosphere, hundreds of times more violent than that of the 1121st floor battlefield, rushed towards us.

Although I had seen it before and had been here before.

But his visit once again still amazed him.

The scene before us is the most direct interpretation of the term "eternal battlefield".

The sky was no longer the low-hanging, blood-red clouds of the 1121st floor, but was completely replaced by a churning, boiling energy storm.

After all, here, almost every so often, god-level forces would violently collide.

And it's not just one or two.

Battles between gods are quite frequent here.

Because of the rules here, battles between gods that have no connection to the abyss sometimes spread here in the course of the fighting.

That's how this scene came about.

A massive energy vortex tore through space, unleashing a devastating burst of light—the aftershocks of legendary spells annihilating each other, the scars left behind by the collision of god-level powers.

Orange-red flames, filthy green light, icy chill, holy radiance... energies of various attributes, like a mad painter, smear wildly on the chaotic canvas.

As far as the eye could see, the earth turned to dust and then twisted and reborn under the will of the abyss. Huge rifts opened and closed like living things, spewing out magma and poisonous mist.

This place is constantly being destroyed and rebuilt; it is always in motion.

The conflicting forces have led this place to become, to some extent, a manifestation of the chaotic rules of the abyss.

It might be the most chaotic place outside the deepest power in the abyss.

The "battlefield" here is less a confrontation between two armies and more a simultaneous operation of countless small but deadly meat grinders.

Kana's gaze swept across the area, instantly capturing dozens of intense core battle zones that were so fierce they were suffocating to ordinary people.

A Balor Flame Demon Lord, comparable to a mountain peak, whose flaming greatsword could evaporate an entire legion with each swing, was now being besieged by three legendary powerhouses of different forms.

A winged elder who rides the storm, a hill giant whose body is made entirely of diamonds, and a bronze dragon mage who chants ancient dragon language incantations.

Each of their attacks was enough to cause widespread damage on the 1121st floor battlefield, but here it was just a difficult entanglement.

Simply put, in this one battlefield, divided by the Night Watchers' levels, it's four level 15 characters fighting each other in front of the Divine Gate.

That Balrog, if he had gone just a little further ahead, might have become a god.

Further away, a crystal fortress suspended in the air was unleashing a devastating torrent of arcane magic, its target a filthy mountain of flesh composed of countless writhing, wailing souls—the demigod avatar of a certain abyss lord.

A demigod is someone who possesses the essence of a god but has the power of a level 15 being.

An existence higher than level fifteen, yet still no match for the gods.

It can probably be understood as the former vicious rats.

Each clash between the two leaves behind long-lasting black cracks in the void.

As the intelligence reports suggest, legendary-level battles are as commonplace here as breathing.

The residual divine power in the air was so intense that it was almost tangible.

Cana could even clearly sense that just days before his arrival, a battle of intermediate divine power had broken out here, and the remaining fragments of its laws were still disrupting the stability of the space.

In other words, a major battle took place a few days ago.

Each of the two sides in the great war represents the power they can unleash within their own world, enhanced and amplified in various ways.

"This is really dangerous. It's practically a manifestation of war. No, this is the manifestation of war itself."

At the heart of this chaotic hell stands the true "Fortress of Bloodshed".

It is no longer a simple building, but more like a living concept of war, cast from countless world wills and the remnants of war.

The towering black wall, rising into the chaotic storm, is made of a mixed bag of materials—abyssal obsidian, broken starship keels, the remains of a massive, captured magic engine, and even solidified veins of divine blood…

Countless years of war and the solidified rules of the astral plane have made it an "established reality" that even the abyss cannot eradicate.

The fortress's surface was densely covered with defensive runes, turrets, and magic towers, whose radiating light of order formed a vast and unparalleled net, stubbornly resisting the chaotic corruption of the abyss.

The spatial barrier surrounding the fortress was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it was forcibly stabilized by countless layers of superimposed defensive rules.

Huge portals of various shapes and sizes, like the breathing holes of giant beasts, opened and closed and flickered endlessly on the massive platform.

Each opening and closing process engulfs a massive amount of life.

The fully armed elven ranger legion marched out in orderly steps.

The dwarven warband appeared riding on roaring, burrowing behemoths.

The giant dragon, now in human form, flapped its wings, still carrying residual energy, as it descended.

The elemental lords descended with a torrent of pure energy.

The orcs' bloodthirsty battle cries, the mechanical hum of constructs, the strange rhythms of elemental creatures... all converged into a vast, harmonious symphony that transcended the clamor of the battlefield.

This is the crossroads of all realms, the gateway to the abyss. Representatives of all races and all powers can be found here, but there is not a single human among them.

Because humans are a unique product of the world that Kana lives in.

Kana's arrival was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil.

He deliberately concealed his divine power, but the unique imprint of order from the "Blood Pit Fortress," and the holy radiance brought about by those rules of order that was difficult to completely conceal at the level of fate, still shone like a lighthouse in the darkness.

They were instantly captured by some ancient and powerful beings deep within the fortress.

The defenses of Bloodbath Fortress have been forged through countless trials.

They had become accustomed to the frequent comings and goings of deities.

But when Kana revealed a clear intention to move closer to the fortress, that request to "enter" triggered attention at a higher level.

The "purpose" of a deity, especially one that carries a unique and powerful aura of order, needs to be confirmed.

If it's an evil aura, then it should be treated with caution and attacked.

Kana flew in that direction.

Then, a figure flew out from the tallest crystal spire in the center of the fortress, instantly traversing space and appearing in front of Kana. Sensing this fluctuation, Kana stopped.

The arrivals came into view.

He appeared to be an extremely elegant elven male, tall and slender, dressed in a robe woven from starlight, flowing with complex and mysterious runes.

His face was almost perfectly handsome, his skin was as white as fresh snow, his long silver hair was tied up at the back of his head, and his eyes were a deep, molten gold, as if they contained the secrets of the birth and death of stars.

He exuded an ancient and vast aura; though not yet a god, he stood at the pinnacle of mortal life, just one step away from that door.

A top-tier legendary expert at level fifteen has opened the gate to the divine realm and is currently crossing it.

Moreover, the elf's appearance is not the truth.

This is an astral dragon who chose the elven form as his convenient appearance in this place.

"Homage to you, Great Savior, Venerable Karna."

The male elf bowed slightly, his posture elegant and respectful.

The voice flowed like a clear spring, carrying the deep echoes unique to dragons, yet possessing the gentleness of an elven tone.

The ancient language gives his words a certain tendency to mobilize the energy around them.

His molten gold eyes stared directly at Kana, without a trace of fear, only pure inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible respect for the strong.

After all, the other party is an astral dragon, and becoming a god is a foregone conclusion.

And Kana appears to be just a newly born god, so he will naturally show the necessary attitude, but that's about it.

"Astral Dragonborn, Dragon Mage Yserarian Starfall, representing the first layer of Bloodbath Fortress, the 'Eternal Barrier,' welcomes you. The foul winds of the abyss seem to have left no trace on you."

He clearly recognized Kana's identity instantly.

Know about Kana's achievements on floor 1121—the founder of Blood Pit Fortress.

This information was spreading throughout the entire battlefield.

Because this is a rare change, all Bloodbath Fortresses in the Bloodbath Battlefield will rejoice at this news.

He was not surprised, of course.

This is why he would set aside his arrogance and still show due respect to the newly born god, Kana.

Cana nodded slightly; this top legend's attitude was appropriate and pragmatic, in line with the style of Bloodbath Fortress.

"Order guides the way, Lord Iserlian. No need for formalities, I am merely passing through."

Itherian Starstraightened up, a hint of understanding and relaxation flashing in his molten gold eyes.

“I see. The story of the ‘Blood Pit Fortress’ you built has already spread among high-ranking officers and lawful warriors.”

"Your strength and will are admirable for being able to create a sanctuary of order in such a disadvantageous place as the 1121st floor. May I ask what brings you to the first floor, the 'Eternal Battlefield'? If there is any need, Bloodbath Fortress will do its best to assist you."

His tone was sincere.

A godly ally with proven track record and a strong presence on the side of order is the most welcome presence in Bloodbath Fortress.

Not to mention that, to some extent, Kana is one of their own.

"No need to trouble yourself."

Kana answered calmly, his gaze passing over Iserlian and looking towards the core area deep within the fortress where spatial fluctuations were most concentrated.

"I just need a springboard to get to Star Ring City."

"Star Ring City?"

A look of understanding dawned in Itherian Stardust's eyes, and a knowing smile even appeared on his lips.

“I understand. That place is indeed the best place for newly ascended gods to learn about the astral plane and exchange information. It is a hub where all worlds meet, and its prosperity is a hundred times greater than this place.”

This confirmed his earlier suspicion that the newborn savior needed to understand a broader astral landscape.

Star Ring City, as a super neutral region with numerous divine palaces and the most diverse factions, is the perfect choice.

“Please follow me, Venerable One.”

Iserlian gracefully stepped aside to lead the way, his movements fluid and natural.

"The ultra-long-range interdimensional portal to Star Ring City is located in the core area of ​​the fortress. It connects the coordinates of countless worlds, and only here can it stably support such a long-distance teleportation that crosses countless crystal spheres."

Following Iserlian, Kana entered the bloodbath fortress known as the "Eternal Bulwark".

The interior of the fortress is much more spacious than it appears from the outside, clearly due to the use of advanced spatial folding technology.

The passageway was large enough for the dragon to spread its wings and fly.

The two sides are no longer the relatively distinct dwarf and elf areas of the 1121-story fortress, but have been completely transformed into a super war city.

This is the true "Furnace of All Realms".

Warriors, spellcasters, artisans, and merchants of hundreds and thousands of races thronged the area.

A dwarf engineer draped in heavy runes and an elven mage riding arcane minions discussed blueprints side by side.

An orc shaman wrapped in animal skins is purchasing spellcasting materials from an elemental elder.

A group of small construct lifeforms are carrying supplies under the command of a rock giant.

You could even see a small group of demigod servants, looking tired but with sharp eyes and radiating a faint divine aura, hurrying by.

The air was filled with the scents of steel, sulfur, magical spices, potions, sweat, and countless exotic life forms.

A giant magical bulletin board floated in the air, scrolling battle reports, missions, resource requests, and warnings in dozens of languages.

The clamor of war blends perfectly and chaotically here, forming a unique and powerful vitality.

The architectural styles of the fortresses are also bizarre, with architectural elements from various civilizations being crudely pieced together, yet achieving a strange harmony and solidity due to their shared goal of fighting against the order of the abyss.

Style is something that can't be controlled, but it can be reflected in this aspect, as the Bloodbath Fortress was built over a very long period of time.

This crude patchwork is the result of the changes brought about by the addition of one race after another.

It is a manifestation of the fusion of one civilization after another.

It shows the arduous journey that Bloodbath Fortress has taken to get to where it is today.

This is a fortress forged in eternal blood and fire, truly belonging to all beings of order.

Iserlian Stardust was clearly a figure of great prestige. Wherever he went, even the most arrogant warriors of their races would instinctively give way slightly and cast respectful glances at him.

He walked with a leisurely pace, introducing the core functional areas and defensive nodes of the fortress to Kana along the way. His tone was calm, as if he were introducing his own garden, and his words revealed his pride in the fortress and the significance it represented.

Cana didn't know much about these things, but he knew the other party's surname, Starry Sky.

They were actually descendants of one of the gods who originally built the Bloodbath Fortress.

Among the astral dragons, many are naturally aligned with the order of the gods.

Unfortunately, Kana doesn't know much about it.

Finally, they arrived at the heart of the fortress, the most heavily guarded area—the Gate Hub.

It was an enormous spherical space.

At the center of the space floats a complex device composed of countless huge, precise, high-speed rotating metal rings and energy crystals that shimmer with dazzling white light.

It emitted spatial fluctuations that were almost tangible. (End of Chapter)