A different world game? A different world game!

The battlefield between Carlos and the demon god has transformed into a pure purgatory dominated by power and roar.

"Roar--!"

"Ignorant, fragile rock, taste the roar of the abyss!"

Demons and evil gods.

Bloodhammer Magnum.

This evil god, who had risen from a high-ranking Balrog, let out a roar that shattered space.

His massive body, covered in dark red scales and flowing with lava patterns, caused the scorched earth to crack and lava to spew out with every step he took.

The giant hammer in his hand, wreathed in destructive black flames and materialized shockwaves—[Abyss Death Knell].

He swung it up with earth-shattering force.

The air was compressed into a visible white shockwave, emitting a piercing shriek, as the giant hammer, with the power to crush stars, crashed down on Carlos's towering rocky god-like body.

This is a collision of bodies at the level of gods.

Pure power.

The clash of astral or world forces is the manifestation of absolute power in the world.

"This is solid rock, a brainless demon idiot."

Carlos's voice was deep and resonant, like the sound of a thousand mountains.

He did not dodge, for he was the mountains!
On his divine body, constructed from ancient granite and the essence of stars, every deep battle scar shone with a thick, tangible, earthen-yellow divine light.

Runes flow, connecting the earth.

His feet, like the roots of a giant tree, were deeply embedded in the boiling lava, drawing upon the immense power of the abyss.

Even amidst the pollution, the inherent laws and power of the earth still exist.

He raised his arms, his massive fists clenched tightly.

There are no fancy techniques, only the purest earth pulse and star weight condensed on it, fiercely meeting the earth-shattering hammer.

boom--! ! ! !

This time, the sound was no longer a simple loud noise, but a devastating, all-encompassing explosion.

Centered on the point of impact between the two gods, a terrifying shock sphere with a diameter of over ten kilometers was instantly generated and expanded.

The space shattered like fragile glass, revealing the distorted void behind it.

The shockwave spread wildly in a ring, leaving behind nothing but charred bones that had been deposited for countless millennia.

The lava flow that had just erupted, and even the remains of demons and battlefield ruins below that couldn't escape in time, were all instantly wiped out.

A massive, meteorite-crater-like crater, hundreds of meters deep with smooth, mirror-like edges, appeared on the spot, with a newly formed, even hotter lake of lava churning at its bottom.

Only after the army of the Order faction advanced to a safe distance did Carlos dare to fight with full force.

Only then would they dare to truly use their own strength to clash with the opponent.

Carlos's rocky divine body trembled violently, emitting a dull, rumbling friction sound.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the granite surfaces of his arms and shoulders, which had withstood the heavy blow, and gravel fell like rain.

But the core rune flashed with light, and a rich, earthy-yellow divine energy surged, causing the cracks to heal at a visible speed.

The lava-covered ground beneath his feet undulated violently, as if sharing the terrifying impact with him.

Magrum was also knocked back a step by the recoil force, most of the black flames on the hammer were scattered, and the shock waves wrapped around it were also in disarray.

A flicker of surprise and anger flashed across his狰狞魔面面, clearly not expecting his opponent to withstand a single blow from his [Abyss Death Knell] in a pure head-on clash.

A demon from the chaotic abyss.

His emotions always fluctuate arbitrarily according to the actual situation.

"It's a bit tough! But how many hits can you take?! Break it!" Magrum roared, pawing the ground with its hooves, sending lava flying.

He no longer pursued a one-hit kill, but instead pushed the rules of "impact and roar" to their extreme.

He transformed into a burning black meteorite and launched another charge.

It's no longer a straightforward, heavy slash, but rather incorporates a ferocious momentum into every swing.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The battle entered its most primal, violent, and shocking phase.

Every punch lands squarely, every blow hits the body!
Magnum's [Abyssal Bell] transformed into a destructive storm.

A sweeping strike, carrying shockwaves powerful enough to tear space apart, slammed into Carlos's ribs, attempting to knock him over.

Carlos lowered his left arm to block, and at the point where the rock collided with the giant hammer, a visible white shock ring exploded, pressing a hemispherical dent into the surrounding lava lake surface.

This was followed by a smash with the force of a meteor falling to earth, aimed at Carlo Mountain's head.

Carlos swung his right fist upwards, like a mountain rising, the fist peak colliding with the hammerhead.

Boom!
With a deafening roar so muffled it could stop your heart from beating, the lava ground beneath Carlos's feet sank several meters again, while Magrum was thrown upwards by the immense recoil.

Before he could regain his footing, Magrum unleashed a barrage of attacks with all four arms, his fists and hammer-wielding arms striking out simultaneously in rapid succession, like the beat of a drum.

Each attack was accompanied by a piercing sonic boom and a materialized shockwave blade.

Carlos, on the other hand, was like an ancient rock, his fists flying, sometimes blocking, sometimes striking head-on, and sometimes deflecting the force.

Rock fragments, scattered black flames, and impact debris flew everywhere, creating a deadly no-man's-land around the two.

His defense was not passive; with each block or head-on collision, the ground beneath his feet would rise or collapse accordingly, transmitting and dispersing the force he received.

Carlos was by no means a passive defender.

Seizing the moment when Magrum was recovering from a heavy blow, Carlos's massive body suddenly leaned forward, his right shoulder like a moving mountain, launching a ferocious charge.

Boom!

This impact contained the power of the earth's pulse, and was incredibly heavy.

Magrum hastily parried with the handle of his hammer, but was still knocked back repeatedly, carving two deep furrows in the lava lake and leaving obvious cracks on his black flame armor.

Carlos slammed his fists into the ground.

"The Wrath of the Earth!"

Centered on him, terrifying shockwaves of earthy yellow spread out in concentric rings, causing the ground to undulate and tear apart like giant waves.

Countless giant stalagmites, sharp as spears, suddenly shot out from the cracked earth, whistling through the air, and densely pierced towards Magrum's lower body and body.

Magrum roared and swung his heavy hammer, unleashing a black flame shockwave that blasted large stalagmites into dust. However, several still slammed into his scales, producing a metallic clang and leaving dents.

Carlos made a fist with both hands, and the huge, shattered rocks and lava around him were instantly condensed by divine power into several house-sized "meteorites" burning with earth-yellow divine flames.

With a terrifying whoosh, it hurtled towards Magnum like a catapult launcher. Magnum laughed wildly and swung his heavy hammer, each strike precisely hitting the incoming boulder, shattering it in mid-air. The debris scattered like cannonballs, creating countless deep craters in the ground further away.

The battle was incredibly intense; each collision was like the destruction of a small star, with continuous roars echoing throughout the entire plane.

The sea of ​​lava was boiling, the earth was wailing and shattering, and the murky blood clouds in the sky were constantly dispersed and gathered again by the shock waves.

However, as mentioned, both are powerful gods who engage in close-quarters combat. Their divine bodies are incredibly tough and protected by the laws of nature. Although they appear to be covered in wounds, these are merely superficial injuries, which can be quickly healed by the flow of divine power.

This earth-shattering battle was essentially the ultimate clash between strength and defense, a mutual crushing and attrition at the level of rules. Neither side could gain the upper hand in the short term, resulting in a violent and stalemate tug-of-war.

As the gods battled in the heavens, the demon lords on the ground could no longer contain themselves and began to unleash their true destructive power.

"Grol is here! Anyone who stands in my way shall die!"

High Berserker Lord Grol was like a moving volcano; he abandoned his entanglement with Lelia.

After taking over, Sky Dragon felt increased pressure and turned to charge towards the densest formation of the Order Alliance.

He wielded the double-bladed greatsword [Furnace Roar], which burned with hellfire. Each sweep brought up a firestorm tens of meters long, instantly vaporizing the dwarven shield guards along the way, along with the rune tower shields. The elven archers were blasted into blood mist by the aftershocks!
He laughed maniacally, stomping the ground with his enormous feet, causing small-scale fissures and lava eruptions, creating terrifying chaos.

"Rock above! Stop that lava monster!"

The commander of Bloodbath Fortress roared.

His response came from a figure much shorter than Grol, yet exuding the same heavy and violent aura.

"Leave it to me, Rockbreaker!"

A towering giant, Rockbreaker Groom, nearly four meters tall, with muscles bulging like they were carved from granite, and a thick braided beard wrapped in mithril chains, strode out.

He had no fancy weapons, only a pair of runic Arcanite heavy gauntlets the size of a door panel.

He roared, clapping his fists together with a deafening roar, and a layer of solid, earth-yellow rock armor instantly covered his entire body.

He charged fearlessly into Grol's raging storm.

"boom!"

The roaring axe blade of the furnace slammed into Groom's crossed gauntlets, and the hellfire and the divine light of rock clashed and exploded violently.

Groom's feet sank deep into the ground, carving two deep furrows, but he managed to hold on.

He roared, and his massive rock fist, carrying terrifying power and the force to shatter mountains, slammed down on Grol's knee.

The two colossal beings of immense power immediately engaged in the most savage and direct struggle on the battlefield. Every collision shook the earth and wiped out all the ordinary soldiers and demons in the vicinity.

On the other side, the succubus lord Sheila moved like a ghost through the shadows of the battlefield.

Instead of directly participating in the large-scale battles, she focused her attention on the Night's Watch and the command nodes of Bloodbath Fortress.

She emitted a silent psychic scream, attempting to disrupt the commander's mind.

They create realistic illusions to lure troops into traps; they even attempt to charm lone, powerful individuals.

"Viper in the shadows, your tricks end here."

A clear, cold voice, like moonlight, rang out.

A moon elf ranger master, Elaril Starspeaker, stood in front of Sheila, clad in mithril chainmail with star and moon patterns and wielding a longbow that shone with pure moonlight.

Her eyes gleamed with a silvery light that saw through illusion. Without drawing her longbow to its fullest extent, she flicked her fingertips, and a series of Moon Goddess Arrows, condensed from moonlight, ignored illusions and struck directly at the essence of the soul, shot precisely at Sheila's true form.

Sheila let out an angry scream, her bat wings flapping rapidly as she narrowly dodged a deadly arrow, forced into a highly mobile chase and counterattack with Ellael. Her unpredictable and deadly aura was effectively contained.

The abyssal behemoth lord Gradden, like a runaway chariot, roared with a deep, thunderous roar, ignoring all formations and obstacles, and charged toward the newly secured connecting passage between the Blood Pit Fortress and the Blood War Fortress alliance.

Its bulky, enormous body is its most terrifying weapon; its thick chitinous carapace withstands the bombardment of alchemical cannonballs and magical missiles, and its thick limbs, with sharp bone blades at the ends, can sweep away a group of soldiers with each swing.

Its gaping maw spewed forth a torrent of corrosive viscous liquid, which melted even metal barriers with a hissing sound.

"For the fortress! We can't let it pass!"

The soldiers guarding the passage let out desperate cries.

"Moo—!!! This road is blocked!"

Their response was a powerful, earth-shaking roar.

A heavily armored Tauren assault team led by the elite Tauren war chieftain "Crackhoof" Kaga launched a counter-offensive.

Kaga himself is over five meters tall, clad in runic heavy armor, and wields a giant [Tortoise Pole] that is longer than his body and wreathed in lightning.

The minotaur warriors behind him were also heavily armed, forming a dense wedge-shaped charging formation.

Like a torrent of steel, they crashed into Gratton with the force to crush everything!
Boom! ! !

The ultimate clash between flesh and metal, armor and power.

Kaga's totem pole, imbued with immense thunder, slammed into Gradden's frontal carapace, unleashing a blinding burst of lightning.

Gratton's massive body was abruptly stopped, its charge halted, and cracks appeared on its carapace.

But it went berserk, its bone blades sweeping across, tearing several minotaur warriors apart, armor and all.

Kaga roared, and the totem pole swung up again, clashing fiercely with Gradden's bone blade, sparks flying everywhere.

The minotaur warriors, fearless of death, pounded the giant beast's joints and relatively weak abdomen with heavy axes and warhammers, using their flesh and blood to block the spray of acid.

A brutal and bloody battle erupted at the entrance of the passage.

The Demon Lord Balzac still stood atop the Demon Fortress, his four vertical pupils, burning with lava fire, coldly surveying the entire scene.

He did not rush to make a move, like a patient viper.

His gaze swept across the earth-shattering battlefield between Carlos and Magrum, the direction in which Kana and the Abyss Messenger disappeared, the direction of the Blood Pit Fortress itself, and the Blood War Fortress experts who were fighting desperately against his lords.

He was assessing, waiting, waiting for the perfect moment, a moment that could utterly cripple or even destroy the "savior" Kanah or his stronghold.

Such an opportunity may take many years to arrive.

But Kana was anxious because his world was being watched by the Void.

So don't rush.

Let's just consider this a lesson learned.

After all, he was not summoned to the world of Cana with the Blood God, so he did not know the strength of the Night Watchmen.

In the chaotic battlefield, only his figure emanated a cold and deadly killing intent.

The battlefield was in complete chaos, every corner filled with the most primal bloodshed and clash of power.

The roar of the gods is the background noise, while the rampage of the demon lords and the resistance of the experts from the Bloodbath Fortress form the main theme of the blood and flesh grinder.

The front line between order and chaos advances arduously and resolutely amidst the burning of countless lives. (End of Chapter)