A different world game? A different world game!

On the front lines of the "Steel Cliff," the deafening shouts of battle and the roar of artillery fire did not cease, but the rhythm had quietly changed.

With the combination of multiple advantages.

The Night's Watch and the advance of the adventurers were moving too fast.

In a state of high morale and burning anger, their attacks were particularly aggressive.

This caused widespread damage to the already weakened and disconnected Void creatures.

Although the expedition also suffered heavy losses, their morale was too high and their attack speed was too fast.

They charged forward relentlessly, forcefully pushing back the more numerous void creatures.

As Lurek's orders were relayed down the chain of command, the main attacking force at the front line stopped abruptly like an iron gate upon reaching the designated point, and the frenzied offensive quickly transformed into a formidable defensive formation.

Only then did they finally slow down.

The medics following behind were then able to quickly provide treatment to the injured or even dying adventurers.

At the same time, the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, which had been closely following the main force's advance, received clear instructions from the command headquarters.

In a designated area 25 kilometers from the front line, an arc-shaped, final encirclement defense line will be constructed, centered on the Void Rift.

"Get moving! The target location is clear. Construct the final encirclement. It's an arc shape, and the core is that crack."

The corps captain wiped the grime from his face, a mixture of sweat and black dust, and roared at his comrades in a hoarse but powerful voice.

His order, like a stone thrown into calm water, instantly shattered the brief respite of the Production and Construction Corps.

The engines of the construction vehicles roared back to life, and the engineers and technical mages, dressed in standard work clothes, immediately threw themselves into a high-intensity work mode.

Ahead, the Night Watchman Battle Master, who was directing the battle, also conveyed the order to halt the advance and establish defenses on the spot to all combat units through amplification arrays and tactical channels.

"Stop. Set up defensive positions on the spot. Be wary of attacks from the void creatures. We have covered enough distance for our assault."

This order instantly stirred up a ripple of complaints among the adventurers on the front lines.

"What's going on? We still have plenty of time! The obelisk can suppress the rift for more than three hours! Why don't we rush in, destroy the rift in one go, kill more monsters, and earn more merit points?"

A burly adventurer wielding a double-edged axe angrily chopped the blade into the remains of a void creature.

"Exactly, one more push and we could have won decisively." Someone nearby chimed in.

Why not build the defense line directly at the entrance of the rift? If one comes out, kill it. Why build the defense line so far away? Isn't that just giving the rift more space?

"Hmph, what those big shots up there are thinking about, is none of your business."

A seasoned adventurer with a scar on his face glanced sideways at the complainer, sneering as he wiped his blood-stained dagger with a rag.

"They have their own plans. We who risk our lives for money just need to follow orders and do our jobs."

"What they're thinking about? All they're thinking about is how to make us bleed more so they can get more benefits."

A young adventurer, who had clearly just arrived at the front lines and whose equipment was still somewhat haphazard, couldn't help but mutter under his breath, his tone filled with stereotypes and dissatisfaction towards traditional nobles.

The air around them seemed to grow colder after those words were spoken.

Several experienced adventurers immediately cast disapproving, even warning, glances at them.

"Kid, just got here?"

A weathered-looking adventurer in his forties or fifties, wearing faded leather armor, snorted heavily and walked up to the young man. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable weight.

"You're confusing the Night's Watch with those noble lords who just lie on mountains of gold and suck blood? Have you been confused by the whispers of the void?"
"What are the Night's Watchmen? They are those who stand at the forefront, risking their lives to fill the cracks! Their orders are the result of countless lessons learned through blood and tears! If you don't understand, shut up and watch, don't embarrass yourself here!"

The young adventurer was speechless, his face turning red, though he still muttered something like, "It's all the same..."

But under the unfriendly gazes of many veterans around him and the pressure of silence, he ultimately swallowed back his complaints.

As the old adventurer said, questioning the Night's Watch's motives in this battlefield where lives are fought against the Void is undoubtedly a sign of ignorance and blasphemy, and many newcomers have experienced this kind of "education".

You should know that many of the veteran adventurers here fought alongside the Night's Watch for a long time.

Even when the number of Night's Watch members was limited, they often fought alongside the Night's Watch.

Follow them to fight against demons and the followers of evil gods.

Then they went to fight those rats, and now they're fighting these damned void creatures.

Everyone is always at the forefront, and the supply of materials will not be lacking for these assistants.

Over the years, they have long known that the Night's Watch is truly working towards their goals.

Naturally, they were indignant that these young men, oppressed by the nobility, lumped the Night's Watch with those damned nobles; it was an insult.

This is also an insult to those who fight for the Night's Watch.

As the offensive ceased and the focus shifted to defense, the intensity of the battle did indeed decrease significantly.

The number of void creatures that had previously surged forth like a tide was drastically reduced after the obelisk severed the connection, while the main force's overwhelming advance had already cleared out a large number of enemies ahead.

Although the number of monsters attacking the defensive line is still considerable, they can no longer create the devastating impact of the past against the well-prepared Night Watch infantry phalanx, adventurer teams, and powerful defensive weapons such as automatic magic turrets and heavy armor-piercing ballistae that have been revived on the city walls. The battle has entered a phase of attrition and stagnation.

At the rear, many wounded soldiers who were receiving treatment from priests or being sprayed with alchemical potions were drawn to the bustling scene behind them.

The Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps demonstrated astonishing efficiency.

The rear transport boxes of dozens of large alchemy platform vehicles, known as "Founders," opened, and with the hum of magic engines, thick, metallic alloy precast panels were lifted out by force field generators.

Engineers manipulated complex rune panels, guiding these prefabricated panels like giant building blocks, rapidly assembling them in their designated positions.

Stable magical runes lit up at the joints, instantly locking them securely together.

This formed the initial framework and foundation of the defense line.

Immediately afterwards, the earth mages in the group began to chant in unison, their magic resonating as they thrust their staffs, as tall as themselves, into the earth.

The ground, which had been softened, cracked, and even sprouted strange crystal clusters due to the pollution of the void, began to rise and harden under the powerful shaping magic.

The solid rock foundation, like a growing vine, rapidly spreads, covers, and reinforces along the outline of the alloy precast slabs.

This is not a simple stone wall, but a rock barrier reinforced by multiple composite spells, including Hardening, Stabilizing, and Elemental Affinity.

Multiple construction teams started work simultaneously from different directions, and the huge rock walls rose up from the earth at a visible speed, extending to both sides, as if they were growing out of the earth.

They watched as the raised earth dragon slowly crawled and extended.

Less than an hour.

A massive, somewhat rough, and angular but incredibly tall and deeply rooted rock-alloy composite wall, encircling the core of the void rift, was already taking shape. It brutally and efficiently contained the still-writhing spatial wound at its core.

This speed left the adventurers, who had only recently arrived at the front lines, speechless, their mouths agape.

This is hardly a temporary defensive line; it's clearly the prototype of a small fortress.

Moreover, there are some peculiar joint structures on this defensive line. If an adventurer or night watchman who has worked around other rifts were to do so, they would immediately recognize that this is some kind of template.

"My God...this speed..."

"Is this the skill of the Night's Watch? No wonder they could withstand the void..."

"Like a magic trick..."

Exclamations of amazement rose and fell from behind.

The scale of this engineering project and its potential for warfare far exceeds the imagination of ordinary adventurers.

Those adventurers who had military service experience were especially sweating bullets.

The Night's Watch logistics force, which was already prepared, quickly scaled the newly built city walls.

The spatial storage equipment gleamed, and rows of cold city defense crossbows, complex rapid-fire magic cannons, and even easily movable heavy firepower points were quickly set up on the pre-set platforms and crenellations.

The cold metal cannon barrels and the gleaming crossbow bolts armed the newly built city walls into a hedgehog-like death fortress.

Then came a large number of cannonballs and crossbow bolts, and various crystal resources were piled up on the city wall. It can be seen that the piles of these resources were all located in the slightly downward grooves.

Each location has been pre-selected, making it convenient, worry-free, and able to handle most unexpected situations.

The Night's Watch has almost turned these walled city structures into an assembly line.

Just as the defensive line was nearing completion, the troops responsible for guarding the flanks and blocking the native beast hordes of the Rotten Moss Swamp also reported good news.

The local monsters that attempted a counterattack were not only unable to break through the weak flanks, but were instead exploited by the defending forces, thanks to the Night Watch's carefully constructed fortifications—such as pitfalls, trigger-activated flamethrowers, and the mental barriers provided by the obelisks of order.

Relying on their fortifications and long-range firepower, they launched a brilliant counterattack, driving back the surging beast horde and even clearing and seizing a large area of ​​dangerous territory near the swamp.

After all, they were also holding back their anger.

If we can't fight the void creatures, then fighting you disgusting, crazy creatures over there is a piece of cake.

The colossal structure in the sky—the "Obelisk of Order"—also moved slowly forward, escorted by the airships.

It finally hovered steadily behind the newly constructed encirclement wall, almost touching the front line.

Its silvery-gray radiance of order, as substantial as a physical entity, not only continuously suppressed the void pollution activity in the core area, but its mental barrier also covered the entire encirclement, firmly isolating the maddening void whispers from the depths of the rift, and continuously stabilizing the fragile spatial structure around it.

"Oh, that feels better. Was I too close to the rift? My head was throbbing just now."

"I think so. I've heard from experienced Night Watchers that you can't stay around the Void Rift for long."

"Wasn't it blocked?"

"Then look, isn't that crack still lit up? You idiot."

"Why are you thinking about these things? If you could understand them, you would have become a magician instead of slashing around with a knife."

After the break, everyone chatted, joked, and whispered among themselves, offering their opinions.

everything's ready.

Just then, about four hours and thirty-two minutes after the spatial connection was forcibly severed by the obelisk, the internal spatial structure of the enormous void rift suddenly trembled violently, accompanied by a teeth-grinding tearing sound, and the connection was forcibly restored.

"It's indeed faster than expected. Fortunately, we left some room for maneuver. We still need to allow for a dynamic standard for the time."

The obelisk operators, who were still collecting data, recorded these changes.

To some extent, the continent of Taliel has almost become their testing ground.

All sorts of large equipment, new alchemical equipment, or anything else are dumped here.

Let's see how it goes.

As for the other testing ground, that would naturally be the abyss, but the environment and combat pressure there would be too great.

We need to test it here first to see if it works, and then we can put a more advanced version there for high-voltage testing.

And at this moment, the void rift.

A new wave of void creatures, dark, viscous, and grotesque in shape, surged forth from it like a raging torrent of filth.

However, what awaited them was no longer an unprepared front line, nor a loose team of adventurers, but a ring-shaped steel fortress that had just risen from the ground, gleaming with the cold light of metal and the heavy color of rock, and covered with deadly weapons.

"Fire—!!!"

"For order! For the world! Kill—!!!"

On the city walls, the roars of the Night's Watch officers mingled with the howls of the adventurers.

The city's defensive weapons, which had been poised for action, simultaneously unleashed a deafening roar.

Thick beams of magical energy tore through the air, dense bolts of heavy crossbow bolts rained down, and scorching flamethrowers wove a deadly web of fire.

The torrent of firepower instantly engulfed the first wave of monsters in explosions, tearing, and burning.

The Night's Watch soldiers, relying on their tower shields and spears, formed a tight battle line behind the crenellations.

The adventurers then sought out firing windows or used the city walls as cover to pick off enemies one by one.

Efficient killing has replaced the previous bloody hand-to-hand combat.

The endless stream of void creatures crashed against the newly built city walls, but like waves hitting reefs, they could only futilely smash into the rocks and steel, leaving behind more blood and debris.

They won.

The "Steel Cliff" void rift that had plagued the expedition team for half a year and made it impossible for them to move an inch, this malignant tumor that had been blocking the expedition team's throat, has now been forcibly compressed and completely surrounded and locked by an indestructible ring of order!
It is no longer an obstacle to progress, but has become a "clearing target" marked on the map.

The expeditionary force, this iron torrent tasked with reclaiming the continent of Taril from chaos, has finally broken free from its greatest constraint.

It is certainly the biggest obstacle right now.

Before encountering new obstacles, their gaze can extend beyond this besieged battlefield to the vast lands deeper on the continent, lands yet to be illuminated by the light of order, but instead occupied by shadows and distortions.

The clarion call for counter-offensive and conquest resounded loudly atop the steel walls and above the smoke-filled battlefield.

To advance until the entire continent of Taliel is truly reintegrated into the map of order and civilization. (End of Chapter)