A different world game? A different world game!

The continent of Taril.

The front line.

The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder, blood, and the cloying, decaying scent unique to the void.

The smell is so strong it makes your head spin when you first smell it.

but now.

You get used to it, and it's just like that.

Life is really easy to adapt to; of course, perhaps this is also a small manifestation of being eroded by the void.

The Night's Watch soldiers and adventurers on the city walls had armor covered in cracks and dark stains.

His face was a mixture of exhaustion and resilience as he stared intently at the buffer zone ahead, shrouded in gray fog and resembling a battlefield meat grinder.

A faint ripple came from behind.

Everyone felt it.

They looked back.

Suddenly, at the horizon, the gray sky was torn apart by a silvery-gray beam of orderly light.

"what is that?!"

A sharp-eyed elven ranger cried out, his longbow trembling slightly as he pointed it towards the sky.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

A towering, majestic tower, like a creation of a god from mythology, slowly floated towards them.

Its entire body is covered with dark silver metal, and its surface is etched with indescribable geometric patterns.

The massive array of crystals embedded at the top radiates a stable, pure, and reassuring radiance of order—the very subject of this period, the "Obeliq of Order."

Around the tower.

Several streamlined Night Watcher airships stood guard on its flanks like loyal hounds, their cannons gleaming with the cold light of accumulating energy.

They are the protectors.

"It's here! It's the 'treasure' sent by the City Around the Tower!"

The orc warrior Daniel squeezed to the front of the battlements, his rough voice filled with unbelievable excitement, his hoarse voice breaking the dull whispers of the battlefield.

This looks much more impressive than the one at the warship port.

The obelisk of order seems to be in a state of unfolding, looking very imposing and bringing psychological comfort.

"Damn! We've finally waited for this!"

Beside him, the halfling scout Felchuck was also jumping around, his dirty little face contorted with excitement, "Damn the Void! I've had enough of this hellhole!"

The sky is not calm.

Some flying monsters, driven mad by the chaos and void energy, swarmed out from behind the clouds or mountain ridges like bloodthirsty flies.

These creatures attempted to attack the floating tower, which exuded a power of order that they found utterly repulsive.

The already frenzied creature became even more insane at this moment, having completely lost its instinct for survival, leaving only the purest desire to attack.

Of course, this is not only due to its own characteristics, but also to the surrounding environment, since this place has been polluted by the void.

And emptiness is the essence of destruction.

It is not surprising that any creature slightly infected by the Void will have its destructive desires rise, manifesting in such madness.

But the outer guards reacted even faster.

The Night Watch Sky Knights, riding griffins, dragonhawks, and even mechanical flying wings, are like precise razors.

Energy beams, enchanted arrows, and even heavy alchemical bombs were fired precisely, blasting those overconfident flying monsters into the air and turning them into burning wreckage that fell to the ground.

Their movements were clean and efficient, as if they were cleaning up insignificant dust, which only highlighted the obelisk's composure and inviolability.

The floating ships didn't even move, remaining steadily guarding the area around the tower.

"Damn! Look at those bastards, they're fucking handsome!"

A human shield warrior with a face full of scars slapped the city wall, kicking up a cloud of dust, which drew coughs and laughter from those around him.

Everyone knows that a military force capable of flying is always of high status.

What else can we do but envy them?

“It’s the ‘Obeliest of Order’…the materialization of the Order Node…” the elven mage Lia murmured to herself, her eyes reflecting the radiance emanating from the magnificent tower. Her weariness was replaced by a deep sense of awe and a glimmer of hope.

Once unfolded, you can feel even more power.

"I don't care what it's called! I just know that with it around, I can vent all the frustration I've been holding in for the past six months tenfold or a hundredfold against those damned void scum."

Daniel brandished his battle axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the light of the obelisk. "Brothers! We've made it through! Counterattack! The time for counterattack has come!"

This long-suppressed frustration and fervent anticipation spread like wildfire across the city walls.

Although the Night's Watch soldiers maintained their discipline, their knuckles white from gripping their weapons, their eyes were sharper than ever, conveying the same message in silent communication.

The time that was blocked is now behind us, and the future that is moving forward is near.

However, at the edge of the obelisk's radiant glow, beside the enormous "wound" of the void rift that twists and devours light, a colossal figure slowly turned its body.

It was an extremely bizarre creature—it had a roughly humanoid outline, but its lower body consisted of three pairs of serpentine limbs that shimmered with a dark metallic luster and were like giant scythes, deeply embedded in the scorched earth.

Above its shoulders are two arms covered with crystalline carapaces and sharp pyramidal ends, while behind it, two curved tentacles with sharp, crystal spear-like ends dance silently, slicing through the air with a hissing sound.

Its head is flat, without facial features, only a crystal plane that constantly changes and refracts the light of the void, like the compound eyes of a polyhedral insect.

This is the embodiment of the void power in this area, a legendary void creation that exudes a suffocating sense of oppression—let's call it the "Crystal Cutter" for now.

Its crystal compound eye "head" was precisely aimed at the slowly approaching Obelisk of Order.

An invisible mental wave, filled with pure chaos and malice, swept across the battlefield.

Instantly, the entire buffer zone erupted in chaos.

The already interdependent void creatures and the chaotic native beast horde of the Rotten Moss Swamp seemed to be doused with boiling oil.

The fighting suddenly escalated, becoming more frenzied and reckless, as if they wanted to tear their opponents apart completely before the light of order could fully envelop them.

A massive shadow, accompanied by a reassuring low hum, enveloped the "Steel Cliff" defense zone.

The Obelisk of Order hovered steadily above the camp, like a pillar stabilizing the sea.

The crystal array at its top shone brightly, no longer a soft glow, but a tangible stream of silver-gray light that flowed rapidly down the tower's surface and into the earth.

Om-!
An invisible force field spread out instantly from the obelisk as its core.

The space, with a radius of several kilometers, seemed to be caressed by an invisible giant hand.

The change was clear and dramatic.

The viscous, void-like contamination that writhed and tried to erode the foundation of the city walls at the edge of the battlefield, like snow hitting boiling oil, sizzled, quickly shrank, dried up, and turned to ashes.

"My wound!"

"Oh! It hurts a bit, but it feels good afterward!" "Is this the power those guys were talking about?"

"No medication was used, and it looks more peaceful."

Everyone gasped in shock.

Especially those adventurers who hadn't previously visited the warship port to witness the moment the tower revealed itself.

The wounds on their bodies, left by the Void attacks, are difficult to remove, emitting a foul odor and dull pain—either black crystalline patches on the skin or writhing shadows in the muscles.

At this moment, under the silvery-gray light, wisps of black smoke rose up.

The excruciating pain came instantly, but it was immediately followed by an unprecedented sense of relief.

Black, foul-smelling blood seeped from the wound, which then began to close and heal at a visible speed, leaving only a pinkish scar.

A limping mercenary, his wounds oozing pus and blood, stared wide-eyed as the stubborn black spots on his leg rapidly faded and the pain disappeared. He touched his leg in disbelief and then let out a wild howl of joy.

"A miracle! This is a fucking miracle! My leg... it's healed! It doesn't hurt anymore!!"

He was howling; although he had used medication before, the problem was that the pain in his legs was difficult to relieve.

Even when digitized, the power of the void's destruction must still suffer some damage.

"My mind is much clearer now."

"Compared to physical wounds, mental relaxation will at least allow me to get a good night's sleep later."

"Much easier."

On a deeper level, there are those whispers of emptiness, mad hallucinations, and desperate murmurs that torment the warriors' minds day and night, like maggots clinging to their bones...

It was as if I was completely isolated by a warm yet sturdy barrier.

Soldiers who had been in a high-pressure and polluted environment for a long time felt that their minds had never been so clear and peaceful.

Some soldiers, who had been tormented by mental pollution and whose eyes were sometimes unfocused, regained a firm light in their eyes, and some even shed complex tears, which were the relief of being freed from invisible shackles.

"It's quiet... the voice in my head... is finally quiet..."

A young Night's Watch recruit leaned against the crenellations, sobbing softly, then wiped away his tears and gripped his spear tightly.

He is too young.

The recent high-pressure environment has caused him to break down.

In the area near the void rift, the viscous, distorted, and unstable feeling of space that seemed ready to shatter at any moment was greatly reduced.

The suction and chaos emanating from the spatial rift itself were suppressed, as if it were being shackled by an invisible chain.

"Can you feel it?! Pure air! My brain... my brain is fucking clear!"

Daniel took a deep, greedy breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he wanted to expel all the stale air he had accumulated.

"My wound...my wound is healing! God!"

Felczek examined an old, deep, dark gash on his arm that was now rapidly closing up, emitting black smoke.

He wasn't injured before, but these past few days since he arrived have left him with some minor injuries, so he can finally experience it firsthand.

feel good.

Of course, it would be better not to get injured.

"A realm of order! A true realm of order!" Mage Lia sensed the changes in the surrounding magic; the chaos was being restored, and the elements were returning to stability. "This power... it's incredible! We have hope!"

Without any verbal mobilization, the entire "Steel Cliff" defense zone erupted with unprecedented vitality and fighting spirit within minutes of the arrival of the Order Obelisk.

The anger that had been building up for half a year was now transformed into its most primal motivation!
"Get moving! Everyone fucking get moving!"

Commanders at all levels and experienced adventurer captains roared, their voices hoarse with excitement.

Everyone sprang into action; they were preparing for a major counterattack.

Heavy ammunition boxes were quickly carried up the crenellations of the city wall, and Night Watch engineers operated mechanical arms to load boxes of enchanted armor-piercing bolts into the massive defensive ballistae.

Steam spewed from the heat sink of the automatic magic turret, and the cannon barrel began to calibrate.

Behind the heavy steel gate, a charging force composed of Night's Watch heavy knights, elite mercenaries, and orc berserkers had already assembled.

The heavy steeds pawed the ground restlessly, and the riders checked their weapons and armor, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

On both sides of the city gate, more infantry formations were rapidly assembling, with spears like a forest and shields like a mountain.

The logistics area was bustling with activity.

The massive alchemy module was activated, and prefabricated city wall panels, barricades, and energy shield generators, shimmering with runic light, were rapidly assembled, ready to advance and establish a forward position at any time.

The convoy, loaded with medicine, bandages, spare weapons, and energy cores, had started its engines, the roar of which blended into the symphony of the battlefield.

Sky knights riding flying mounts circled around the obelisk, on high alert, ready to intercept any threats from the air.

The entire camp was like a sophisticated yet ferocious war machine, which, under the illumination of the radiant order, completed the transition from defense to offense with unprecedented efficiency.

And it was all prepared in just one day.

just now.

The air was taut like a fully drawn bowstring, with only heavy breathing, the clanging of weapons, and the low growl of engines remaining.

All eyes were on the buffer zone—waiting for the signal to launch a counterattack.

opportunity!

They need to choose a good time to send the signal.

This opportune moment comes when the local, chaotic creatures are at a disadvantage, slaughtered by the void, and forced to retreat and lick their wounds.

Wait patiently.

The chaotic battle between the creatures finally reached its climax.

Under the relentless and ferocious onslaught of the void creatures, the powerful but disorganized and chaotic native beast hordes of the Rotten Moss Swamp—the raging swamp crocodiles, the twisted thorn beasts, and the enormous monstrous insects—finally began to show signs of weakness.

They let out unwilling roars, were torn apart and devoured by the void creatures, or were forced to retreat into the depths of the swamp, into the shadows of rock crevices, in an attempt to regain the chaotic power or avoid the sharp edge.

The void creatures gained an absolute advantage.

The opportunity is here.

"Now's the time! They've retreated, and the Voidlings are about to pounce."

The experienced veterans roared.

The commander also raised his hand.

"Everyone, prepare to engage the enemy!"

As expected, having lost their main "obstacle"—the native creatures—the Void creature horde, which had gained the upper hand, did not hesitate to turn all their bloodlust toward the human defenses that exuded a rich aura of life and the radiance of order.

This happens every time, and this time is no exception.

But this time, the expedition had something else.

Like a black tide, carrying twisted forms such as crystal cluster worms, bone-eating pangolins, and infected rock-armored beasts, it emitted piercing shrieks as it surged towards the city walls. (End of Chapter)