A different world game? A different world game!

"Look! Look at my axe!"

Daniel, the orc, suddenly raised his two-handed battle axe, which had accompanied him through many battles and whose blade was covered with dark purple corrosion marks and fine cracks.

In the instant that silvery-gray light swept across, the remnants of Void pollution on the axe—like maggots clinging to bones, which even the Night's Watch craftsmanship could not completely eradicate—those purplish-black patterns that constantly emitted a faint corrosive aura and the filthy light spots in the grooves—faded and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All that remains are the physical cracks and dents left behind by the power of the void.

Although the weapon was still damaged, the unsettling, seemingly recurring "active" contamination had completely disappeared!

"My sword! Those damned purple rust stains are disappearing!"

"Oh my god! I feel... those buzzing whispers in my head... have subsided!"

"The air! The air isn't so irritating anymore!"

Exclamations came and went.

Many warriors and adventurers who retreated from the front lines found that the subtle void contamination remaining on their bodies or equipment was being purified and suppressed by the omnipresent silver-gray radiance.

These could have been eliminated using the cleansing potion provided by the Night's Watch.

However, with the opening of Void Gates all over the world, these special potions for the Night's Watch are becoming increasingly scarce, even though the Night's Watch's data-driven power produces a large quantity.

This leads some adventurers with limited funds to temporarily refrain from using the Void Contamination when it is only slightly present, waiting for the contamination to accumulate to a certain level before removing it all at once.

For even slightly experienced adventurers, this amount is well-balanced.

But you will still be affected during this process, and you will still feel uncomfortable.

This time it was completely wiped out.

The stains on the equipment faded and disappeared, and the subtle, eroding whispers in the mind were isolated and weakened.

This is not a simple treatment; it's more like eradicating a stubborn "disease"!
After a brief silence, a deafening roar of joy erupted!

"Purify! It can purify the pollution of the void!"

Long live the Night's Watch!

"We're saved! There's hope for the 'Steel Cliff'!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, as if their pent-up frustration and exhaustion had finally found an outlet.

They waved their arms, shouted loudly, and some even hugged each other excitedly.

Daniel was so excited that he repeatedly rubbed the dents left on the axe with his rough hands. Although the weapon was still damaged, the feeling of relief made him want to roar to the sky.

Damn it, those void creatures are finally going to be wiped out.

That's great.

Lurek witnessed all of this, and a relieved smile finally appeared on his tense face, but his eyes remained serious.

He turned to the equally excited alchemist Glenn beside him: "The effect has exceeded my expectations, Master Glenn. Tell me about its specific range of abilities?"

Although he knew it was related to clearing the void, as the leader of the expedition team, he still needed to understand its specific functions, how to use it, and what limitations it had, otherwise how could he make tactical arrangements?

Master Glenn took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and pointed to the suspended obelisk, beginning his professional and clear explanation:

"My lord, as you can see, its core capability lies in the generation and solidification of the 'order field'."

"First, within its sphere of influence—preliminary estimates suggest a radius of approximately five kilometers, which can be expanded through subsequent charging nodes—it can greatly curb the spread and activity of void pollution."

"Combined with our existing 'Void Cleanser,' any contamination remaining on equipment or the surface of living organisms can be completely removed and purified in a short time, achieving perfect results with just one standard procedure."

Lurek was very satisfied with this ability.

Since there is indeed a shortage of cleaning agents right now, it would be ideal to greatly reduce the use of cleaning agents.

However, this also shows that the item was shipped to them as soon as it was made.

"Of course, the premise is that the target must be 'blessed' and its internal order must resonate with the order field we create in order to achieve the best results."

Master Glenn's eyes gleamed with awe for the power of the gods.

The essence of this thing is to trigger the inherent order ability within the data-driven life form. The combination of the two strengthens the effect of order, and it can also suppress and eliminate void forces with destructive properties to a certain extent.

However, this request is not a problem at all. Here, both adventurers and watchmen have received blessings, so there is no need to worry about it.

He continued, "Secondly, it can generate a powerful mental barrier, completely isolating the whispers and mental pollution that originate from the void and attempt to erode the mind."

"Even ordinary people who are not blessed can be effectively protected within this range, as long as they are not directly subjected to mental shocks, greatly reducing the risk of falling into depravity."

Simply put, it's an upgraded version of the iron flower structure barrier.

This function is clearly derived from the extraction and improvement of the function of the iron flower structure.

At least that's what Lurik thinks; on the front lines, it definitely plays a significant role.

After all, psychological comfort drugs on the front lines are also a major consumer of these drugs. They have plenty of these drugs, but there is always a process of eliminating the pain. This time, they achieved it all at once, which is a good thing.

The extra capacity can also be used to transport more other supplies.

“Thirdly, and most strategically significant!” Master Glenn’s voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"The 'Obeliest of Order' is equipped with a powerful 'Spatial Interference Generator.' It can actively lock onto a void rift and launch a highly condensed shockwave of order rules towards its core!"

"This impact is not physical destruction, but rather a powerful disturbance to its spatial structure, making it extremely unstable and temporarily severing its connection with the source of the void."

Lurek's gaze sharpened: "Interruption of time?"

He immediately realized the tactical value of this feature.

"Depending on the stability and energy level of the fracture, the error is relatively large, but the minimum forced interruption of the connection can be two hours, and the maximum is expected to be up to six hours."

Master Glenn quickened his pace, "During this precious window of opportunity, the rift creatures, deprived of the support of void energy from the rear, will not be able to be effectively replenished, and their ability to move will also be weakened by the suppression of the order field."

"Then we will have the opportunity to gather our strength and completely remove this thorn in our side, or establish a solid forward base to seal it off completely!"

This is the tower's primary function; everything else is merely an add-on to that function.

"Six hours..." Lurek chewed on the number, a fierce fighting spirit flashing in his eyes, but then asked, "What are the costs and cooldowns?"

Master Glenn's expression turned serious: "Yes, sir. Activating a 'spatial interference' requires an extremely large amount of energy and will place a huge burden on the core Order Crystal array."

"After a successful interference, the obelisk needs about a month of energy replenishment, system cooling, and recalibration of space parameters."

“During this period, it is impossible to launch a second effective intervention against the same target or a new target.” Lurek stared at the six-story crystal tower in the air that was slowly rotating and radiating a silvery-gray light. The geometric light bodies around it seemed to be silently constructing the laws of order.

The harbor wind ruffled his dusty beard, and the incessant roar of artillery fire from the distant front seemed less jarring.

"Can't we use other methods to reduce the cooling time?"

The more times it can be used, the greater its effect.

Even two hours is a huge improvement for the night watchmen.

They can rapidly reduce the area affected by the void rift within two hours.

This confidence stemmed from the Night Watch's construction team.

"It takes a month, because it's not just about energy absorption, but also about recalculating the data."

"The interference from the Void Rift will not maintain the original data after the first interference; there will be a lot of fluctuations to avoid the same data interference."

Simply put, this feature allows you to achieve great results with minimal investment.

By using data analytics to calculate data about the void rift, and then using precise data to interfere with it, the opponent is forced to sever it.

It can't be called a cutoff; if you had to categorize it, you could say it affected the other party's signal connection.

In fact, the spatial rift still exists, but it has become chaotic, and any creature that wants to be transported in can only rely on pure luck.

Even if you send a hundred, not one of them will necessarily be able to enter, and the influence of the void will also be weakened.

This creates the effect of a closed portal.

Although it's somewhat frustrating, this is enough.

“One month… is enough.” The dwarven sage’s voice was deep and firm, like the clash of steel.

"As long as we can tear open a gap, even if it's only for two or three hours... we can drive the wedge of victory deep into the heart of the 'Steel Cliff'!"

His gaze passed over the cheering crowd, over the bustling port, and landed on the distant battlefield shrouded in purplish-black and filthy green, as if he could already see the moment when the breakthrough would be made.

This "Obeliest of Order" is not merely a weapon, but a beacon of hope piercing through the clouds of despair.

Daniel stared at the "Obeliest of Order" that floated above the harbor, radiating a reassuring silver glow.

His rough fingers unconsciously rubbed the stubborn physical dents on the axe handle—the purplish-black corrosion marks from the void pollution and the irritating whispers had completely disappeared, leaving only pure scars.

A long-lost, rusty-smelling sense of exhilaration suddenly surged into his mind.

"Damn it!" He slammed his fist on the wooden railing beside him, sending dust flying. "See that? Leah, Felchuck, Martha! See that thing?!"

A sharp light flashed in Lia's emerald eyes as she stared intently at the geometric light swirling around the obelisk, sensing the orderly power in the surrounding air that dispelled chaos, and whispered.

"A creation of pure order and rules... I wonder if it's the work of a god. It can suppress void pollution and even interfere with the void rift itself!"

As an elf, she needs to know more.

She believed that only a god could do it.

The only god is the leader of the Night's Watch.

"Who cares whose doing it is!" Daniel's voice boomed like a war drum. He turned around abruptly, all traces of the languor he had shown after returning to port vanishing, replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

"Those purple-skinned crystal cluster bastards on the front lines, relying on that broken door backing them up, have been suppressing us for half a year! The blood our brothers shed and the pent-up anger they felt, it's time to pay them back!"

The orc was now extremely resentful, and soon his anger and frustration would be released.

Felchuck jumped up like a monkey and screamed, "Yeah! Fuck them! I'm fed up with hiding in the mud with those mind-polluting bastards!"

"While this treasure is up there, we need to be at the forefront. Let those Void bastards taste what it's like to be cornered and beaten at their own doorstep."

Martha checked the string of her compound bow, nodded steadily, and her eyes burned with fire: "I've had enough of the humiliation of queuing at the supply depot. The opportunity has come. Daniel was right. If we don't go back now, all that frustration will have been for nothing. Let's go!"

It seems that many adventurers are very angry, but also very excited.

The feeling of being forced to retreat to the defensive line and defend against the relentless onslaught was about to leave them.

The decision was made almost instantly.

This veteran team, which had been grappling with tough challenges outside the "Steel Cliff" for a long time, only replenished their most desperately needed antidotes, durable bowstrings, and a few whetstones at the port before abruptly ending their pitifully short rest and joining another surging torrent—countless adventurers who shared the same idea.

The road from the warship port to the inland front became bustling like never before.

They were not heavy convoys transporting supplies, but rather mobile forces exuding a menacing aura.

Chocobo Cavalry.

Riders clad in armor bearing the insignia of various mercenary groups urged on their rented, lightly armored Night Watch chocobos, raising a cloud of dust along the way.

The sharp cries of the birds mingled with the rough shouts of the knights.

The Night Watchers have mastered the art of raising chocobos, and have popularized this excellent mount almost all over the world.

Besides these normal mounts.

Several rugged, dark-colored "Swift Shadow" type off-road vehicles roared past.

It looks like a motocross motorcycle.

The magic core spewed out pale blue flames, and the thick grip wheels rolled over the rugged road surface as if it were flat ground.

The adventurer sitting on it gripped the armrests tightly, his face full of impatient, sinister grins.

Several adventurers from the humid south rode tamed, scaled swamp giant lizards.

These creatures possess incredible endurance and are quite fast in complex terrain, exuding a wild aura.

Most of the adventurers were ordinary groups of adventurers who couldn't afford to buy or rent mounts. They carried their packs and weapons, ran with long strides, and their eyes were just as fervent.

They knew that by seizing the front lines, they would gain the initiative to strike hard at the void and gain merit.

The road, which was originally quiet with only sporadic supply convoys and patrols, has now transformed into a raging river of fury.

A shared goal—"the steel cliff"—and a shared desire—to vent the anger that had been building up for half a year.

The air was no longer filled with dust and chaotic magic; it was now thick with the smell of gunpowder, a smell of "revenge." (End of Chapter)