A different world game? A different world game!

The aftershocks of the battle between the gods swept down like an apocalyptic catastrophe.

Below, the Order Alliance, which had just erupted in thunderous cheers for destroying the third demon outpost, was instantly enveloped by unparalleled divine pressure.

That wasn't a targeted attack; the mere existence of the entity itself and the fluctuations emanating from the battle were enough to suffocate mortal beings.

The cheers stopped abruptly.

Pfft!Pfft!
A large number of soldiers with slightly weaker abilities, whether they were Night's Watch recruits, mercenaries, or ordinary members of the Avengers.

Under the terrifying power of these four intertwined and colliding forces, it was as if an invisible hammer had struck his knee.

They involuntarily collapsed to their knees, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, barely able to hold their weapons.

The air seemed to solidify with the stench of sulfur and blood, and each deafening clash of the gods struck their very souls, bringing a deep-seated fear.

Only the truly strong can barely maintain their composure amidst this divine storm.

Leilia swayed slightly, her red hair dancing wildly in the surging air currents of divine power.

The longsword in her hand was deeply embedded in the scorched ground, supporting her body. Her legendary strength allowed her to barely resist the oppressive force.

But her clenched teeth and the cold sweat on her forehead showed the immense pressure she was under.

She stared intently at the direction where Carlos was fighting the demon god.

If these two gods were to continue fighting here, it would truly be an indiscriminate attack.

Mark and the other elite Night's Watch captains quickly formed a defensive formation, activated their shields, and struggled to resist the erosion of the shockwaves and chaotic energy.

Their faces were solemn, but their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the lingering golden trail left by Kana during his battle with the Abyss Messenger.

The members of the fortress, including the dwarf Gren, the elf Lila, and the dwarf Pok, as well as powerful avengers such as the "Ruthless" Grey Elf, all used their own methods to stabilize themselves.

Their gazes toward the sky were filled with awe and a hint of despair—before the true gods, their pride and strength seemed so insignificant.

"Hold the line! Activate the combined shield! Don't let the aftershocks scatter us!"

Despite her discomfort, Leilia's hoarse voice struggled to travel through the amplification array in an attempt to bolster morale.

The soldiers gritted their teeth, struggled to their feet, and helped each other, channeling their remaining magic into the makeshift defensive array.

Further away, in the core camp of the demon faction, through the pervasive stench, the colossal figure of the Slaughter Demon Balzac stood atop the highest point of the Dark Fortress.

With his jagged greatsword planted firmly on the ground, his eyes, burning with savagery and cunning, pierced through the chaotic storm of divine power, locking onto the direction in which Kana and the Abyss Messenger were locked in combat.

His scarlet lips twisted into a ferocious grin.

"It has begun... Kana, you have finally left your shell. Very well... His Majesty the Blood God will witness your fall, and your fortress will become my sacrifice to the Abyss!"

His low mutterings were like a curse from the abyss, filled with bloodthirsty anticipation.

The chaotic will of the abyss seemed to become even more frenzied because of this sudden battle of gods, and the dark red blood clouds in the sky surged even more violently, as if brewing a deeper malice.

The battle between the four gods was like lighting a fuse on a giant powder keg—the 1121st level of the abyss.

Cana and Carlos forcibly divided the battlefield with their strength, escalating the war to the level of gods.

"Don't just stand there, push forward!"

The more experienced commander of Bloodbath Fortress loudly issued the order.

It's perfectly normal for a battle between gods to take place in the center of the battlefield.

The key is to minimize the number of gods affected by this battle between gods.

In this situation, the best thing to do is to take advantage of this opportunity to leverage their strengths.

He had already realized that the Night's Watch's forces were all elite, and that Cana had just taken one down with his first move.

In other words, what they are facing is merely the aftermath of a battle between two gods, which is acceptable and tolerable.

Leilia also realized what was happening.

Unfortunately, she simply didn't have as much experience in this area as the other person.

Therefore, they decisively followed the enemy's command route and began their operation. The Sky Dragon promptly entered the fray, took over the battle from Leilia, and immediately suppressed the demon in front of them.

……

The scorched wasteland, this already desolate land, is now being ravaged far beyond its limits.

Dozens of kilometers away on the main battlefield, the roar of the gods clashing was like a dull drumbeat.

But here, the clash of rules between Kana and the Abyss Messenger is the main theme of destruction.

Each clash of divine power caused space itself to groan under the unbearable strain.

The enormous, unidentified skeleton, once the only sight in this wasteland, is now as fragile as rotten wood in the aftershocks, instantly turning into dust.

It was then blown into nothingness by the ensuing energy storm.

The earth was tearing apart, and lava, like a giant beast awakened, spewed out from the newly formed, bottomless cracks, turning the scorched land into a dazzling inferno of crimson and dark gold.

The twisted, three-headed, seven-armed, five-legged body of the Fallen Abyss Messenger floated in the murky air, no longer maintaining its condensed form.

The entire surrounding environment was actually changing in Kana's view; the hellish lava spewing from the earth was filthy flesh and blood.

The sky was like a cloud of blood mist, with countless unknown limbs and intestines hanging down.

The surrounding area was filled with decadent music, which kept drilling into his ears.

The entire environment appeared extremely filthy and depraved to him.

Just by seeing this, he immediately understood what the other party's main rules were.

Just like the other party's god name.

Depravity.

The term "degeneration" is an absolutely derogatory term, referring to a pure corruption of rules or order.

Pollution is what turns good into bad.

Moreover, this kind of depravity seems to be all-encompassing and pervasive.

It exists in the power of the opponent's attack, in the sound of their voice, and even in the entire environment after the opponent began fighting Kana.

Everything was tempting Kana to fall into depravity.

In the process of falling into depravity, it is equivalent to weakening Kana and attacking his spirit.

Just as he guessed.

When Kana first met the other party, Kana already had some suspicions.

That's why he believed he could hold off this being who was one level stronger than him.

Because of restraint.

Just like now, as the forces of pollution continue to invade, the other side has also noticed that something is wrong.

Because it doesn't seem to be very effective.

Upon discovering that Kana's "datafication" rules possessed near-absolute resistance to its core power—corruption—the evil god was utterly enraged. "Pathetic false god of order! You think these little tricks can withstand the embrace of the abyss?! Embrace chaos! Feel the corruption!!"

The three goat heads simultaneously emitted sharp, piercing roars, the sounds themselves like countless filthy needles stabbing viciously into Kana's soul.

Its body suddenly split into three.

Three shadow clones, each radiating the same evil divine power but slightly different in form, instantly appeared around Kana, forming a triangle around him.

The Fall of Words sits on the left, and this clone spews foul language.

Each syllable contains a whisper from the abyss, enough to instantly corrupt a mortal soul.

It did not directly attack the physical body, but instead transformed into an invisible torrent of curses, attempting to penetrate the core of Kana's divine consciousness and distort his will.

The Fallen Being sits on the right, its clone waving its hands, forcibly absorbing, distorting, and transforming the surrounding lava, poisonous smoke, scorched earth, and even the chaotic energy escaping from spatial rifts.

This is the main reason for the changes in the environment under Kana's vision and senses.

A viscous, inky, and nauseatingly foul-smelling realm of depravity formed beneath and above Kana's feet.

It wriggled and spread like a living thing, trying to drag him into the filthy abyss.

The Fallen One appeared behind Kana. This clone was the most violent, with its four arms transforming into ferocious claws burning with murky black flames or whip shadows covered with barbs.

Enveloped in the most direct power of the "corruption" rule, it tore through space, carrying a will that could drag all existence toward disorder and destruction, and pounced on Kana's divine body from a tricky angle.

Each claw strike and whipping leaves behind a lingering, black trail that corrodes the space like a wound.

Faced with this three-pronged, all-encompassing, and relentless offensive of corruption.

Kana hovered in the core, and data flowed like a waterfall from his golden divine eyes.

The golden patterns on his white robe shone brightly, and the golden data halo behind him spun rapidly, emitting a deep and precise hum.

"Rule Analysis: Corruption and Depravity. Form: Three. Target: Spirit, Environment, Physical Body..."

The power of data is emerging in my mind.

With his cold and unwavering divine command, his liquid arms, flowing with silver light, suddenly decomposed, extended, and shaped.

Three silver puppets, each the same height as Kana himself, instantly coalesced into form.

Their lines are simple and smooth, and their entire bodies are composed of highly condensed liquid data streams that shimmer with a cold metallic luster, like the most sophisticated war machines.

At the core of the doll is not a cold mechanical structure, but a surge of fiery, scarlet blood containing the powerful life force of Kana.

That's right, Kana infused it with his own blood as a power source.

This blood is like a miniature furnace, providing the puppet with surging driving energy and god-level resistance to rules.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three blood-silver puppets precisely met the three Fallen Abyss clones.

To counter the fall of language, the puppet pushed its palms forward, and dense, star-like pure golden data runes erupted from its palms, forming a huge, constantly self-updating and calculating "barrier".

Those filthy curses and whispers crashed against the barrier, like mud sinking into the sea, instantly decomposed, scattered, and restored into a meaningless stream of chaotic information, unable to penetrate even a fraction.

This is the easiest and most easily decomposed attack.

Another rushed toward the Fall of Existence, the puppet directly plunging into the writhing realm of corruption, its feet releasing powerful gravitational waves.

It stabilized the small area beneath its feet like a pillar of strength.

His arms transformed into rapidly spinning silver drills, frantically churning the surrounding foul energy.

That's just the outward appearance. The real reality is that the rules are eroding and deconstructing the other party's rule domain.

The data stream continuously analyzes the rules governing the corrupt realm, like a precise scalpel forcibly carving a path through the filth.

They purified a small, stable space of order, firmly holding back the spreading quagmire.

The last puppet was the most ferocious, its arms transforming into two enormous data-flow light blades to meet the claws and whip shadows that tore through space.

Each collision erupted with a blinding silver-black light and a piercing tearing sound.

The best way to deal with the corrupted power of this final clone is to attack and endure it head-on.

The puppet's movements were precise and efficient, with not a single unnecessary movement.

It utilizes the superior prediction and calculation capabilities brought by data to always perform optimal blocking or dodging before an attack arrives, and uses light blades to launch precise counterattacks at the opponent's weak points.

Although it was at a significant disadvantage in terms of strength and was forced to retreat continuously, leaving marks on its silver body from being scorched by black flames and torn by barbs, the blood furnace at its core was still surging and operating.

The wounds healed rapidly under the repair of the data stream, and always tenaciously resisted the most violent physical erosion.

Kana himself, like the eye of a storm, exists within an extreme, icy rationality.

The Fallen Messenger's rules of corruption—whether it be curses and whispers, environmental defilement, or attacks and erosion—are all forcibly "deconstructed" the moment they touch the core of his divine consciousness by the rapidly operating data-driven rules.

The filthy emotions were stripped away, the chaotic will was analyzed, and the distorted rules were formalized...

All forces that attempt to pollute, distort, or corrupt his spiritual essence appear pale and powerless in the face of this "firewall" constructed of pure logic, calculation, and order, like trying to extinguish the sun with sewage.

"This is impossible!!"

The three avatars of the Fallen Abyss Messenger simultaneously let out shrieks of shock and rage, their voices filled with an incredulous sense of defeat.

"A tiny spark of order! Your soul... why... why is it so cold and hard?! Why does it not respond to the call of the abyss?!"

This gives the impression of being no different from those gods who have been completely corrupted by the rules and become puppets of the rules.
But he also knew very well that the Kana in front of him was not a puppet of the rules.

In other words, the so-called data-driven rules endowed the other party with these characteristics.

Doesn't that mean they are born with extremely strong mental resistance?
He is born to be his nemesis.

It finally understood why this new god, whose divine power was clearly weaker than its own, dared to be so "arrogant" in taking the initiative to attack.

They even dragged themselves away from the main battlefield to fight alone!

Because his damned, unprecedented "data-driven" rules are the natural nemesis of his "corrupt" rules!

Its proud and invincible power of pollution and erosion is weakened to a despairing degree in the face of this opponent.

This is not a fair battleground at all; it is a trap in which it has been severely targeted.

Anger burned like poisonous fire in every part of the Abyss Messenger's consciousness.

It felt like an assassin wielding a poisoned dagger, only to discover that its opponent was wearing full armor and was immune to toxins.

Frustration, rage, and a sliver of instinctive dread about that cold rationality caused its three heads to contort simultaneously.

The burning lava eye locked onto the golden figure at the center of the storm, letting out an even more frantic and reckless roar.

He poured even more chaotic divine power into his three clones, and their offensive suddenly intensified.

It will use absolute power to crush this cold "shell".

Even if the price is the complete collapse of this space.

The Scorched Bone Wasteland trembled violently amidst the even fiercer divine battle, spatial rifts spread like a spider web, and towering waves surged on the surface of the lava lake.

The cruelty and grandeur of the war between the gods were on full display at this moment. (End of Chapter)