A different world game? A different world game!

Datafication.

All attacks on the spirit and will are absolutely suppressed.

Enraged at losing his greatest weapon, the Fallen Abyss Messenger simply adopted other rules and engaged in direct combat.

The three clones were locked in a fierce battle with Kana's puppet.

These three puppets were also carefully created by Kana. After he reached the realm of gods, the puppets no longer needed to rely on their original bodies to enhance their strength.

Based on an understanding of the rules, you can simply mix and match them.

To be honest, Kana himself did not expect that after he ascended to the level of a god, the role of the puppet would become even more important.

For various reasons, Cana's own power is actually unsystematic.

The only thing that can be well integrated is the silver universal metal and the control of blood, which is also the power of rules contained in blood.

Combined with his own experience and knowledge in alchemy, Kana was able to create all sorts of extravagant alchemical structures with a mere wave of his hand.

His main focus was on automata, and with Kana's research on the soul, his automata even possessed their own intelligence and soul.

It's just that he doesn't have those kinds of rules, because it's impossible for him to say that he has that kind of research and knowledge, as if he could really control and dissect the soul.

These are two completely different things.

The essence of rules is always paramount, and it is always the most difficult to control.

However, if this trend continues, and if Kana's strength reaches the level of a weak or intermediate god, then he will inevitably possess a rule related to the soul.

At the level of deities, the puppets that were created allowed Kana to directly apply some of his other unsystematic rules to these puppets, letting them play their own roles.

This is a usage that was discovered by Kana some time ago when he elevated Popo to be his own god.

In addition, there's his divine weapon, the Six Dragon Spear.

The doll's combat power is absolutely guaranteed.

Just like now.

The puppets alone are enough to fight the opponent's clones to a standstill in close combat.

The current Abyss Messenger is utterly disgusted.

He is a god of low divine power.

Kana was merely a god with weak divine power, at most at the peak of his power.

Despite having a completely incomprehensible rule to back them up, their fundamental strength won't change much.

It's one thing that attacks on the mental realm are severely weakened by being suppressed by these incomprehensible rules.

How come even in a serious battle, I'm still being suppressed?

Having been a god for so long, the Abyss Messenger has fought in the abyss. Although he hasn't been engaged in long-term divine battles, he has become quite adept at fighting against all sorts of gods.

He has fought against opponents of the same level, those one level weaker, and those one level higher.

I've never seen a situation where someone is suppressed like this before.

The main rules were suppressed to the point of being completely unusable, and even the other rules related to the abyss could not achieve their full effect.

Even during the battle, his true nature was actually the one being suppressed.

How can you feel so frustrated?
Although the battle wouldn't have seriously harmed him, the feeling of frustration was somewhat disgusting.

The three puppets each wielded a six-dragon spear made of molten silver metal, and their every move carried a subtle sense of suppression.

The problem is that it's not the force of order.

He is the messenger of the Abyss, born with the ability to suppress light and order through evil.

This is the power characteristic formed by the divine name summarizing his past experiences since his ascension to godhood.

Therefore, all his power has a corrosive nature towards order and the existence of light.

It's so strange that now they're being suppressed by the established order.

With that in mind, he stopped his verbal provocations and instead focused on the fight.

In close combat, the god-level Kana is not afraid at all, not to mention that he is currently controlling his puppet to fight.

The three clones of the Fallen Abyss Messenger erupted simultaneously.

The Fallen Words clone spewed filthy demonic sounds, and invisible curse ripples distorted space, attempting to directly disintegrate the doll's core.

However, the core of the doll is blood, and blood is also the rule, and even more so, it is the blood of Kana himself.

The Fallen Being's clone waved its arms, and the scorched earth of bones around it instantly melted and boiled, turning into a rolling, sulfurous, and putrid swamp.

Dozens of tentacles made of viscous, corrupted divine power burst forth from the swamp and wrapped around the doll's feet.

The most ferocious of the invading clones is the one whose four arms transform into giant claws burning with filthy black flames or bone whips covered in barbs, tearing through the air and slamming into the puppet from different angles with a piercing shriek.

Kana's three puppets responded instantly.

To confront the puppet of the Fallen Words, the tip of the dragon spear spun rapidly, and the silver light flowing across the spear suddenly transformed into countless fine golden data runes, forming an information barrier that was constantly calculating and self-updating.

The foul, demonic sounds crashed against the barrier, like ice blocks thrown into a furnace, instantly analyzed and disintegrated into harmless noise.

The puppet that was resisting the Fallen One suddenly plunged its spear into the ground, the end of the spear bursting with a strong wave of order, forcibly stabilizing the space beneath its feet, while the tip of the spear pointed out like a serpent.

It precisely pierced into each of the corrupted tentacles that coiled around it, disintegrating them inch by inch amidst the explosion of silver light, forcing the corrosive swamp back a circle.

Faced with the fierce onslaught of the Fallen, the last puppet displayed astonishing combat skills. The dragon spear swung like a wheel, parrying, drawing, thrusting, and sweeping. Each collision between the spear blade and the sharp claws and bone whips produced dazzling silver sparks and muffled thunderous roars.

The immense force caused the silver doll's arms to tremble, and cracks and burn marks appeared on the surface of the liquid metal.

But then, a flash of crimson light appeared at its core, data surged forth, and the wound instantly healed.

The puppet even seized the slightest opening in the opponent's attack, delivering a tricky thrust, the spear tip whistling through the air as it nearly pierced the shoulder of the invading fallen clone.

The three clones' frenzied attacks were actually parried and even countered by the three puppets through their exquisite coordination, super-strong data-driven prediction, and the strange suppressive properties of the silver metal!
The aftershocks of the battle, like a storm, further flattened the already shattered terrain of the Scorched Bone Wasteland below.

The enormous abyssal skeleton turned to dust, towering waves surged on the lava lake, and space was constantly torn apart and forcibly mended, leaving behind streaks of charred energy.

And that's how you complete the whole set.

The Fallen Abyss Messenger finally understood why the other party was able to suppress him.

There's something wrong with that silvery metal.

The silver metal seemed to possess a certain property that exerted a holistic suppression on deities, especially evil ones.

Any deity that stands on the side of evil and chaos will cause suppression, and this suppression is not a suppression of order or light, but simply suppression.

It was a law of killing, and controlling killing was a power inherent in this silver metal. In such battles, he discovered that it wasn't all the silver metal, but rather a portion of the metal on the puppet that had solidified into the shape of vines or branches.

The Abyss Messenger, with his rich combat experience, immediately realized what was happening.

It is "meaning".

This should be one of the sources of the other side's savior.

The so-called symbolism is the meaning given by a certain symbol, like the name of a god, which is a summary of the god's past before becoming a god.

This is a gift bestowed directly by the astral plane.

So, for Cana, he must have once performed a feat worthy of being etched and sung in the astral plane, in the form of some kind of silver plant.

It is something worthy of praise or worthy of being remembered, hence this imagery.

And this imagery is precisely for someone like him.

That's why this situation has arisen.

They really were suppressed from all sides.

The messengers of the Abyss were driven mad with anger.

He had encountered situations before where a god of a lower rank than himself held him back.

On the battlefield, the gods who dare to participate in the bloody battles are those who are confident in their own martial prowess.

Therefore, it is rare for gods to fall on either side. The last time a god fell on the battlefield was some time ago.

Most of them were injured; serious injuries were extremely rare.

The most basic scenario is that the two sides are locked in a fierce battle, neither able to gain the upper hand, and ultimately it comes down to the fighting strength of the mortal beings below.

After all, it's a life-or-death battle between gods, and even the Chaos side wouldn't want it, let alone the Order side.

Therefore, there are indeed beings who are confident and capable of holding off higher-level deities with their weaker divine power.

Some highly capable individuals can also fight to a standstill.

But how could I be in a situation like this, being suppressed by someone of a lower rank?

This is too embarrassing.

Once this gets out, his rivals and the chaotic gods who hate him will probably try to disgust him in his presence.

The Abyss Messenger's anger made him want to increase his involvement and have a real divine war with Kana.

But no matter what, he didn't really lose control.

Anger is anger, but there's no way they'd actually exert any real effort.

Given the suppressive effect of the opponent's power, even if he ultimately achieves results, it will be a case of injuring the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of his own strength, which is not worthwhile.

Let them suppress us if they want.

Despite his anger, the Abyss Messenger's behavior became surprisingly peaceful.

Although he continued to provoke her verbally, his actions betrayed him, becoming perfunctory.

Sensing this, Kana immediately adjusted his power output and began a coordinated battle with his opponent.

This is exactly what he wanted to see.

First, unleash a powerful, unrestrained attack to create a suppressive effect and put pressure on the opponent.

After all, Kana's goal was to stall the gods.

He believed his troops were superior to the demons and would certainly be able to accomplish their objectives.

……

Meanwhile, in the skies above the main battlefield, Carlos's battle with that high-level demon god, which resembled a colossus, was a prime example of pure power clashing with the rules.

Each collision was like two stars colliding!

On Carlos's rocky body, ancient runes shone like lava, and every punch he threw carried the pulse of the earth and the weight of the stars.

The air was compressed into a substantial shock wave that plowed across the earth, leaving behind huge trenches that stretched for several kilometers.

The demon god wielded a heavy hammer wreathed in destructive black flames, roaring as it met the attack. Wherever the hammer's shadow passed, space twisted and collapsed, lava was evaporated into a vacuum, and the raging abyssal power attempted to erode Carlos's rocky body.

Their battlefield was already deserted, with only a scorched wasteland and countless demon corpses crushed into mincemeat by the shockwaves below.

Occasionally, the remains of some order soldiers who failed to evacuate in time can also be seen.

And a vast rift valley that spreads like a spider web and a boiling lava lake.

In the distance, the allied forces of Bloodbath Fortress and Blood Pit Fortress were riding high on morale after successfully repelling the demons' frenzied counterattack and capturing their fifth outpost.

The allied commander decisively divided his forces, forming an elite unit composed of dwarven shieldbearers, night watchmen rangers, and elf archers from Bloodbath Fortress.

With the Avengers' frenzied advance clearing the way, they pierced the sixth and seventh outposts scattered on the flanks like red-hot iron spears.

The other force, centered around the Night's Watch mage legion and supported by the alchemical artillery legion and tauren heavy cavalry of Bloodbath Fortress, began clearing out the remaining demon troops and wandering hordes in the depths of the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the coordination of the coalition forces was textbook-perfect.

The rune tower shields of the dwarven shield guards are tightly linked, forming a mobile steel barrier that blocks the acid spray of the Fromon and the giant axe strikes of the Berserker.

Between the shields, the Night's Watch spearmen thrust with precision, while the elves' magical arrows, as if guided by eyes, pierced the demons' eye sockets, joints, and other weak points.

The data link flows silently between the watchmen, marking threats, assigning targets, and coordinating fire coverage with the efficiency of a precision instrument.

The Avengers transformed into berserkers on the battlefield, roaming the flanks of the shield wall to hunt down and tear apart lone, powerful demons with weapons forged in hatred.

On the other hand, the chaotic nature of the demons is difficult to eradicate even with a lord overseeing the battle.

While they are indeed fierce and ferocious when they charge, the brute force of the Horned Demon, the bloodthirsty slash of the Berserker Demon, and the corrosive acid of the Flor Demon are all extremely destructive.

But the next moment, they may fall into a bloody internal struggle because of fighting for "prey", resenting their own kind for blocking their way, or simply because of an outburst of bloodlust.

Just as a berserker had cleaved a dwarf's shield with its giant axe, it was instantly drenched in acid by a frenzied Flomo demon. Enraged, the berserker immediately turned its axe and cleaved Flomo demon in two at the waist.

Several lesser demons began tearing at each other over a human limb, completely ignoring the alchemical cannonballs falling from above.

Even when the allied forces split up to attack the sixth outpost, the horned demon overseer guarding it and the berserker squad that came to reinforce it had a fierce argument over command, almost turning into a firefight on the battlefield, which gave the allied forces an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

This endless internal strife greatly weakened the demons' overall combat power.

They may have a large number and ferocity, but they are unable to form a sustained and effective combined force.

The clamor of battle echoed across the entire plane, the front lines of order and chaos teetering repeatedly in blood and fire, but the scales of victory were steadily tipping in favor of the allied forces fighting in concert. (End of Chapter)