A different world game? A different world game!

Large numbers of mercenaries and adventurers set off from the warship port, heading to the front lines.

When they arrived at the "Skullbreaker" tavern outside the core fortress of the "Iron Cliff" defense zone, it was already bustling with noise, the commotion almost lifting the reinforced roof off.

The smells of alcohol, sweat, and barbecue grease mingled with an indescribable sense of excitement.

"—You guys didn't see it, that thing was even more fucking terrifying than the iron flowers from last time."

"Just a 'buzz' and those purple spots on my armor that I couldn't scratch off disappeared like they'd seen a ghost!"

A burly man with a flushed face stood on the table, gesturing wildly and spitting as he spoke. He was one of the warriors who had witnessed the obelisk descending at the port.

Many people witnessed this scene, and naturally, many were affected and experienced that change.

"Keep it up, Hans. They said on the channel that it can purify pollution. It's not that mysterious."

An old soldier with a scarred face took a swig of cheap ale at the bar and chuckled and cursed, but his eyes were also gleaming.

He wasn't at the warship port; he'd been staying here all this time.

However, through the channel, news of the warship port spread throughout the entire adventurer organization almost instantly.

Although there aren't many adventurers with channels, those who do naturally spread the message, acting as information nodes.

Since the Night's Watch began to bestow blessings, the transmission of information has become increasingly efficient.

These ordinary adventurers can also learn about information from all over the world and understand the global situation in a short period of time.

As they see more and gain more comprehensive information, their thinking naturally expands and their horizons broaden.

This subtle influence is gradually affecting these powerful people, and these people who have suffered so much.

"What the hell are you bragging about!" The burly man named Hans got impatient and jumped off the table. "Not only can it purify all that shiny stuff on your body, but when it spins, the sky gets all fucking bright."

"I feel like I can breathe easily. The Night Watch has definitely come up with a killer weapon that can pierce the assholes of those purple-skinned bastards."

Although he didn't know what the thing's function was, he could sense it.

He was an adventurer who had just retreated from the front lines and hadn't had time to deal with the various problems he was dealing with; he was still tainted by the influence of the void.

At that time, I was naturally able to clearly experience the changes in my body, but unfortunately, I lacked education and knowledge, so I didn't know what caused these changes or what effects they might have.

A more well-dressed ranger added, "That's right, Lord Lurek received it personally."

"The setup was impressive. The escorts were all old men from the Soul Guardians. The protective shield at the port was so tight, it was even more effective than the one used to protect against those evil god apostles."

"It's definitely going to be transported to the front lines to deal with that damned void hole."

"I heard it can shut down that broken door for several hours?" a dwarf technician asked excitedly, tapping the table with a wrench.

It seems his information is more up-to-date and more accurate.

"Yes! That's what Master Glenn said on the channel."

"With the connection severed and no backup, those Void bastards are nothing but toothless rats!" another adventurer roared, waving his fist.

"When the time comes, I'll make them swallow ten times, a hundred times, all the poisonous stings, mental trauma, and disgusting slime they've endured over the past six months!"

This news was not hidden, but was directly disseminated through the channel, since there was nothing to hide about these features, and they would be available soon.

The main purpose is to spread these functions to provide information to the Night Watch forces and adventurers on the front lines and those defending in various places, so as to revitalize their already low spirits.

The information about the transport team was actually leaked intentionally by the Night's Watch.

By implementing these interconnected and progressive steps, the low morale can be boosted in a relatively easy way.

In fact, it worked very well.

Of course, the reason it had such a good effect was because all adventurers were aware of the Night Watch's abilities, had great faith in the Night Watch's strength, and had no doubt about their trust in the Night Watch.

Therefore, even if these rumors are unfounded, they will try to think the best of them and will place their trust in them.

"Hahaha! Well said! Let's see who can rip off the most!"

"I've been holding back for too long! This time I'm going to cut it all off!"

"For glory! For the settlement! Kill them!"

Rough laughter, bloody declarations, and the clinking of glasses echoed through the tavern.

Everyone's face was filled with a mixture of fervent and fierce anticipation.

The low morale has long since faded; now it is time for the anger to rise and erupt.

When Daniel's squad pushed open the creaking wooden door and entered, they were met with an almost explosive, boiling fighting spirit.

They exchanged a glance—that was the atmosphere!
Having been suppressed for too long, this fire must be extinguished with the remains of void creatures!
However, they were clearly too late.

On their way here, they were thinking of hurrying up so they could go to the tavern and chat.

Whoever brings the news and describes the scene the fastest will temporarily become the star of the bar.

Unfortunately, someone was one step ahead of them.

After experiencing the atmosphere of the pub, getting a feel for everyone's mood, and having a few drinks, they prepared to leave.

Daniel's team did not stay at the tavern for long.

After replenishing their water and emergency rations, they successfully obtained a short-term garrison permit for an observation post at the forefront of the defense zone, close to the buffer zone, thanks to their experienced team and frontline combat experience.

"Just you wait, you purple shards of glass, I'm going to crush you one by one into dust with an axe."

"My God, the war hasn't even started yet and Daniel has already gone mad."

"Who can argue with that? He's already starting to have delusions."

"Shut up, don't you guys want to, damn it."

A group of people were making a lot of noise.

However, things were not that simple. Many people wanted to go to the front lines to take their revenge. Even adventurers who had already learned of the situation through the channel within the fortress had already applied to go there.

These adventurers from the warship port were actually a step behind the first group.

But it doesn't matter, the great counter-offensive is about to begin, and everyone will be on the front lines sooner or later, it's just a matter of time.

So their application was approved very quickly.

The group prepared chocobos and equipped themselves with the necessary protective gear, and arrived at their destination in less than an hour.

Stepping onto the defensive perimeter of the city wall, made of precast alloy panels and covered with burn marks, corrosion, and massive impact damage, Daniel took a deep breath and then spat out disgusted saliva.

"Ugh, back in this damn place again. The air here is so foul it makes me want to throw up."

"Being able to make an orc vomit from the stench is quite impressive."

"Are you fucking mocking me?"

"I didn't, I was just stating the facts."

The adventurer party passing by burst into laughter. However, they all knew each other, and such banter was commonplace for them. But soon everyone quieted down, taking in the atmosphere.

The familiar yet heavy sense of pressure returned, but this time it was mixed with an unprecedented fervor.

On the defensive line, the Night Watch's engineering team was racing against time to repair the breach created last night by a combined charge of "Bone-Eating Pangolins" and "Crystal Cluster Throwers".

The welding torch spewed out blinding blue-white flames as the reinforcing beam was embedded into the damaged area amidst the hissing of the hydraulic system.

Elsewhere, it would have been quickly repaired using magical devices, but not here. We'll just have to make do with it, patching it up as best we can, since it'll probably be washed away again next time anyway.

Several automated magic-powered turrets responsible for this area turned their muzzles alertly, with a ghostly blue glow flowing inside the barrels, ready to unleash deadly energy beams at any enemy who dared to approach.

Some turret bases showed obvious signs of recasting, and the gun barrels also had new scratches and charring.

Further away, several "Eroder" heavy armor-piercing ballistae, which require manual operation, were set up in reinforced firing positions, and the operators were carefully inspecting the huge armor-piercing cones that gleamed coldly.

Everyone is preparing for the battle.

"There are so many more people!"

"Hoo..." Daniel took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the smell of cooling metal, gunpowder smoke, and a faint stench of blood and decay, and walked to the edge of the battlements. "Lia, Eagle Eye!"

Once on the city wall, everyone became serious.

The elven mage Lia silently chanted a spell, her fingertips tracing mysterious paths in the air, a pale green light enveloping her eyes.

Daniel, Felchuck, and Martha beside her also felt their vision instantly stretched and cleared, as the blurry scene in the distance suddenly came closer.

The scene was chilling, yet it possessed an eerie "order".

The buffer zone, resembling a meat grinder, and the vast valley as far as the eye can see, are no longer in their natural state.

The earth, repeatedly struck by energy and soaked in blood and flesh, became a tattered carpet of dark brown and dirty purple.

Everywhere there were huge craters, scorched earth, broken and strange plants, and unidentifiable remains of creatures.

An invisible stench of blood and madness seemed to permeate the air.

The local monsters launched a frenzied counterattack, with packs of rabid "Sharp-Toothed Rock Hounds" charging fearlessly like a brown tide against a small group of distorted "Void Hunters" covered in purple crystal clusters.

Further away, several enormous "Earthshaking Rock Armor Beasts" roared as they violently rammed their bodies, covered in thick rock armor, into several aggregates composed of purplish-black energy tentacles and sharp crystal spikes.

Their attacks are indiscriminate, filled with pure hatred for all outsiders and the existence of order.

The void creatures' encroachment and expansion meant that those purplish-black monsters occupied more advantageous terrain.

Their movements are accompanied by an unsettlingly slimy sensation and a low-frequency humming sound that is both mentally polluting and offensive.

Beyond the standard "Rift Hunters" and "Voidclaw Beasts," what's even more striking are those beings that have clearly been "transformed":

The infected rock armored beast was a slightly smaller one, with half of its body covered in writhing purplish-black crystal clusters. Its originally thick rock carapace had been eroded and sprouted with sharp purple crystal spikes. It was moving wildly and in pain, being attacked and torn apart by several intact members of its kind.

Crystallized Heart-Drilling Beetles—these are several "Heart-Drilling Beetles" that were originally capable of spraying strong acid and burrowing into the ground. An ominous purple light emanates from the gaps in their shells and their mouthparts, and the acid they spray has a strange purplish-black hue. They are besieging a small team of adventurers who are trying to establish a temporary base. In the distance, flashing magical light and explosions can be seen.

A blurry shadow darted rapidly through the shadows, its body flickering with unstable purple light spots, clearly also corrupted and made even more dangerous. It seemed to be a leopard-like creature that had originally been in this area.

Below and on the flanks of the city wall, relying on scattered rocks and abandoned fortifications, one can see many small teams dressed in Night's Watch uniforms or mercenary attire carefully clearing away lone monsters or small groups of void creatures approaching the defensive line.

Their actions were swift and efficient, clearly taking advantage of this rare "gap" created by the local monsters' attack to clear the battlefield, reinforce defenses, and repair traps.

One of the squads had just taken out several "Acid Beetles" that were trying to sneak up from the side using fireballs and heavy crossbows.

Although the atmosphere remained tense, the relentless and despairing onslaught of attacks from before was gone. Everyone was on edge, yet there was a restless energy brewing beneath the surface.

The occasional messages coming through the channel were no longer urgent calls for help, but rather brief coordinate announcements and confirmations of area clearing.

In the distance, in that layered, obscured area, one could vaguely see the "void rift" that resembled a festering sore on the earth, radiating a chilling, distorted purplish-black halo under the dim light.

New, diverse void creatures struggled to crawl out from the spatial rifts inside or around the gate, merging into the chaotic battlefield below.

But at this moment, when the adventurers looked in that direction, their gazes were no longer filled with solemnity and despair, but rather with burning fighting spirit—they knew that the thing that would stop that "purple sore" was about to arrive, and was already on its way!
“Did you see that?” Daniel’s voice became serious, deep and powerful.

He pointed down at the Night Watchers and adventurers below, busy cleaning up the battlefield with equally burning eyes, and then at the loathsome Void Gate in the distance.

"Those purple-skinned bastards won't be able to keep jumping around for long! Once we get to that tower, we'll rush out and smash them back into their cesspools! We can finally let out this pent-up anger that we've been holding for half a year!"

He roared through gritted teeth; he must have been really holding back.

His rough, large hands gripped the axe handle tightly once more, his knuckles turning white from the force. His gaze was fixed on the chaotic battlefield, as if he could already see the light of order tearing through the dark purple clouds.

Felchuck licked his slightly chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement; Martha silently nocked an armor-piercing arrow.

Lia maintained her Eagle Eye spell, calmly observing the area where the void creatures gathered, searching for potential weaknesses.

The brief calm before the storm is being filled with a burning desire for revenge.

The steel cliff is about to reach a turning point in its fate. (End of Chapter)