A different world game? A different world game!

The combined forces of Blood Pit Fortress and Bloodbath Fortress.

Although they had never cooperated before, their teamwork in this battle was remarkably seamless.

The allied forces of Bloodbath Fortress were forged in blood and fire, and their elite status and understanding of demonic warfare are beyond question.

The Night's Watch of Bloodpit Fortress, needless to say, possesses a communication system centered around them. Their connections are exceptionally tight, and their coordination can only be described as perfect.

Those avengers, as well as the adventurers and mercenaries who joined temporarily, had also spent their time in the abyss.

In this first collaboration, both sides achieved a remarkable record.

The victory horn sounded after the destruction of the fifth outpost, but it was by no means the end.

Rather, it marked the beginning of an even more brutal battle.

The sixth and seventh outposts are festering sores on this land, even though this land was originally part of the abyss.

But if we trace back further, who knows if it might be some destroyed world?
These outposts naturally became the next targets of the order's advance.

In the surging tide toward the Sixth Outpost, a mixed squad consisting of Night's Watch shieldbearer "Stonewall" Kael, human ranger Lyra, dwarven berserker Glenn, and woodel avenger Irian is caught in a bloody battle.

"Left Wing! Horned Demon Overlord!"

Leah's voice rang out sharply in the data link, and at the same time, an armor-piercing arrow wrapped in wind element was released, accurately hitting the eye socket of a huge horned demon that was trying to crash into the temporary shelter from the side.

puff!

The arrow pierced the flesh, drawing up a spray of purplish-black blood.

The Horned Demon Overlord let out a painful roar, and his charge slowed down slightly.

"Glenn! Push up!"

Karl growled, and the massive tower shield slammed forward, clearing a path for the dwarves to charge.

"Get out of my way!"

Glenn's eyes were bloodshot, his muscles bulging, and his newly acquired rune warhammer, "Rockbreaker," slammed into the Horned Demon Overlord's thick knee with a terrifying whistle.

A piercing sound of bones cracking rang out, and the enormous demon collapsed to its knees.

"The Night's Watch's weapons are indeed excellent; they're genuine dwarven products."

"End it!"

Erien's figure flashed out from behind Karl's shield like a ghost, her poisoned elven scimitar drawing a cold arc as it precisely sliced ​​into the horned demon's thick neck joint.

A fountain of purplish-black blood gushed out, splattering him all over, and his cold, hateful gaze shone even sharper in the filthy blood.

However, before the joy of victory could even begin, a sudden change occurred.

Boom! ! !

The enemy is not from the present, but from a distant battlefield of gods.

Carlos and Magnum clashed once again in a devastating collision, and the violent shockwave swept in like an invisible tidal wave.

The earth shook violently, as if a giant beast were turning over.

Karl, who was maintaining a defensive stance, felt an irresistible force slam into his shield. He and the heavy tower shield were lifted into the air and rolled backward, crashing into a pile of demon corpses with a dull thud.

Leah gasped, barely managing to grab onto a broken spear stuck in the ground to avoid being thrown off balance. However, the rough spear shaft slashed her arm, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash. The excruciating pain turned her face deathly pale.

Glenn staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, then burst into a tirade of curses:

"Damn Stone God and Demon Dog Shit! They don't even care where they fight!"

Normally, he would politely address him as "Venerable One".

But at times like this, all you can do is yell and vent your anger.

But what can be done? After all, it's a conflict between gods, and even though they are so far apart, it's inevitable that they will be affected.

And this isn't the first time.

Erien, like a light leaf, rolled a few times on the shaking ground to dissipate the force before immediately pouncing on Karl, who had been thrown back by the impact.

"Karl! Can you move?"

"Cough...I won't die!"

Karl struggled to his feet from the filth, his helmet askew, blood trickling from his mouth, and his left arm hanging limply, clearly dislocated or even broken in the impact.

But he gripped the edge of the shield tightly with his still-mobile right hand.

"Cover me! Leah, stop the bleeding! Glenn, those Flomos are charging at us!"

Fortunately, there was the Night Watchman's potion.

Damn it, long live the Night's Watch!
The entire battlefield trembled under the intermittent ravages of this divine aftershock.

The crimson earth, like a raging beast, kept cracking and bulging, with lava spewing from the fissures and mercilessly swallowing the soldiers of both sides.

One moment they were fighting hard, the next they might be pierced by suddenly rising spikes or buried by collapsing scorched earth.

The healing light cast by the Sky Dragon was trying its best to maintain the order of the battle, but the casualty figures were relentlessly fluctuating on the data panel.

As a celestial dragon, and a legendary being who was already level fifteen when he received the power of the Night's Watch.

When she held the data panel, she had completely transformed it into her own assistant.

Surprisingly, it works quite well.

Just like now, it's very easy to categorize battlefield data.

Although she can use wide-range healing to sweep across the entire war city.

However, this precise treatment method is more appropriate.

However, the tide of order did not stop.

From a higher vantage point, the coalition's offensive appeared like a sophisticated war machine, operating with difficulty yet unwavering determination amidst blood and fire.

The silver-gray square formation of the Night Watchers interlocked with the steel torrent of Bloodbath Fortress, perfectly blending the cold efficiency of the data link with the experience and ferocity of the Bloodbath veterans.

Like a raging wedge, the Avengers, under the cover of the Shield Guards, repeatedly pierced through the demons' chaotic formation.

The bombardment of alchemical cannonballs and arcane missiles was like fireworks of death, constantly blooming in areas densely populated with demons, evaporating inferior demons and horned demons in droves.

The Night's Watch's alchemical weapons played a significant role in this war, and in large-scale battles like this, many experimental weapons were also brought out, just waiting to collect data.

So every now and then you'll see some alchemical weapon that the Night's Watch dragged out, and it inexplicably explodes into the sky.

The Sixth Outpost, that grotesque fortress built against twisted obsidian pillars, was teetering on the brink of collapse under the organized onslaught of the Allied forces.

The dwarven rune cannons continued to bombard the base of the stone pillars, while the Night Watch demolition team, under the precise cover of the rangers and despite the interference of the succubus Sheila's psychic screams, successfully placed the alchemical explosives at the key point.

"Explode!" With a command, a deafening explosion rang out, a supporting pillar snapped, and a corner of the fortress collapsed as if devoured by a giant beast, burying the demon guards inside alive.

"Seventh Outpost! Target locked! Sky Dragon, requesting suppressive mopping-up!"

The voice of the coalition commander roared through the megaphone array.

The giant dragon hovering above the battlefield let out a long roar, its wings flapping violently, and countless feathers of light, shining with pure life and purifying power, poured down like a torrential rain.

It precisely covered the dense clusters of low-level demons surrounding the Seventh Outpost.

The lesser demon touched by the light feather let out a shrill wail, its body melting away like ice and snow, instantly clearing a path for attack.

Subsequently, a large number of mages and holy priests took over the task.

Using the passage and power cycle created by the Sky Dragon, he projected his magic into it to construct the structure.

As a result, more ice blades, wind blades, fireballs, and light spears composed of holy light were also mixed in.

This significantly increased the lethality and range.

This is a manifestation of the power of order, and the power of the group, unleashing force beyond the limits of the individual.

There is no need to pay much attention to the main battlefield anymore, because the combined forces of both sides have gained absolute dominance.

At least for the time being, they will be able to sweep away all obstacles in their path with overwhelming force.

Sweeping all the way to the twelfth outpost they had identified as their target was no problem at all. They had no intention of occupying the outposts; if they encountered one, they would destroy it if possible.

Ideally, the demons should be blown up into the sky along with it.

……

The scorched wasteland dozens of kilometers away has been completely turned into a place where divine power is unleashed.

The real decision of the entire war was made by the duel between these gods.

Being able to hold off the opponent within a reasonable timeframe is also crucial; otherwise, if we let go and allow a deity to run rampant, it will be disastrous.

The battlefield ahead will instantly fall into a disadvantageous position, or even be wiped out on a large scale.

This kind of situation can only be seen in the abyss.

After all, there is no suppression here, especially on the battlefield of bloody battle, where the gods of both sides can lay out their weapons and fight each other.

They showed no mercy in the slaughter of mortal life.

And here at this moment.

Space shattered and then forcibly mended itself; massive skeletons turned to dust; and the lava lake was plowed open and then filled in.

Cana hovered in the eye of the storm, his golden eyes as calm as ice. The data halo behind him spun rapidly, analyzing every chaotic fluctuation of the rules.

The Abyss Messenger's enormous shadowy body, with three heads, seven arms, and five legs, danced wildly, each attack accompanied by blasphemous words, foul energy, and claw-like whips that tore through space, enough to instantly shatter mortals.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn order bugs! Is your soul made of stone?!"

"No! Even stones soften and decay in the whispers of the abyss! Why are you unresponsive?!"

The avatar of the Fallen Words shrieked, its foul language transforming into tangible black sound waves that crashed against the data rune barrier in front of Kana, only to be utterly destroyed like mud sinking into the sea, disintegrating into meaningless gibberish.

The coldness of data is absolute; it's an inherent characteristic that won't be affected by words.

"Look at this land! Look at this lava! It should have been the filthy blood flowing from your divine body! The ruins of your crumbling fortress! Embrace the chaos! Embrace this ultimate truth!"

The avatar of the Fallen One roared, attempting to forcibly twist the surrounding boiling lava and the chaos in the spatial rifts into a corrupt swamp that enveloped Kana.

However, Kana's puppets act like precise purification furnaces, forcibly dissolving and repelling filth wherever they go, maintaining a small patch of orderly purity.

Disgusting, so disgusting.

What exactly are these data-driven rules? I've never seen them before.
Not only are they unmoved by degenerate language, but how can they use these strange light bands to deconstruct and then cleanse the corrupting power?
The claws and whip-like shadows of the Fallen Blade tore through the sky, carrying the most direct power of corruption and annihilation, and clashed fiercely with the puppet wielding the dragon spear.

A burst of silver-black light flashed, and each collision left behind corrosive cracks in the space that lingered for a long time.

The doll's liquid body continued to crack and burn, but the core blood furnace flashed and data flowed, instantly restoring it to its original state.

"Useless struggle! Despicable thief! You steal the power of the abyss! You blaspheme the majesty of the gods! Your very existence is an insult to the will of the abyss!"
"The abyss will grind you to dust! Your world, your Night's Watch, will all become nourishment for me!!"

The more the Abyss Messenger fought, the more frustrated he became; the more he cursed, the more insane he grew.

Its proud and invincible corruption and erosion seem like a joke in the face of this opponent.

Those cold, emotionless, data-driven rules act like an impenetrable barrier, isolating it from all mental attacks.

In a head-on physical confrontation, he was tightly bound by that damned silver metal and the exquisite coordination of the puppets, unable to gain the slightest advantage.

This all-encompassing restraint and the stalemate with no progress were making this evil god, known for its chaos and depravity, feel so suffocated that it was about to explode.

at last.

After a fruitless claw attack was parried by the puppet, the Fallen clone abruptly retracted its claws.

Immediately afterwards, the clones of the Fall of Words and the Fall of Existence also ceased their relentless bombardment.

The three enormous shadows slowly contracted and merged towards the center, reforming into the twisted form of the Fallen Abyss Messenger.

It hovered above the boiling lava lake, its three goat heads panting heavily.

It wasn't from being tired, it was purely from being angry.

Six lava-like eyes stared intently at Kana, burning with rage, frustration, and a hint of...surprise that even it was unwilling to admit.

The oppressive, corrupting force and ferocious attacks that had enveloped the battlefield abruptly ceased, leaving only the gurgling sound of churning lava and the muffled roar from the distant main battlefield.

"enough!"

One of the Abyss Messengers' heads let out a hoarse roar, its voice still full of malice, but less manic and more repressed and agitated.

"This pointless tearing is a desecration of the Abyss's time! Kana! You cold puppet, you haven't already become a puppet of the rules, have you?"

The power of data is so similar, it's like turning people into puppets of rules.

But Canna is clearly not like that; he truly controls the rules himself.

Its other two heads also turned towards Kana, their tone filled with extreme dissatisfaction and a sense of being fooled:
“Tell me! You damn, emotionless stone! Did you drag me to this godforsaken place just to play this boring game of you poking me and me blocking you?”
"What's your goal? How much forward has your ridiculous little self pushed? Is it worth paying such a high price just to stare at me like this?"

"Look at your fortress! Look at your soldiers! They are being torn apart by my children! Watched by the abyss! What can you change by wasting your time here with me? Who can you save?"

It tried to provoke Kana with images of the battlefield, though it knew it might still be in vain.

The crimson light of the lava illuminated the twisted and furious body of the Fallen Abyss Messenger, as well as Kana's calm face, which was devoid of any emotion except for the silent flow of golden data deep within his pupils.

The battle of the gods has fallen into a strange and tense pause amid the one-sided, frantic questioning of the evil god.

The crimson earth, amidst the continuous tremors echoing from afar, silently witnessed this unusual confrontation between will and chaos. (End of Chapter)