A different world game? A different world game!

At this time, the allied forces were advancing with unstoppable momentum.

The battle situation can be described as very promising.

But Leilia's order came abruptly.

This order, which was highly impractical under normal circumstances, did not cause any questioning or disturbance.

Whether they are seasoned veterans of the Bloodbath Fortress, disciplined Night's Watch warriors, or Avengers and mercenaries who have long struggled to survive in the Abyss.

They all immediately understood the deeper meaning of the order.

This is what makes the Abyss different from other places; they fight demons.

This glorious advance was never intended to occupy the filthy land of the abyss, where every inch is permeated with chaos and malice, far beyond what their small force could hold for long.

Moreover, it's meaningless. Without a strong defensive fortress as a foundation for defense, pushing forward any further is pointless.

This was a strong cleanup; after all, they couldn't always be the ones getting beaten up.

An orderly weakening of demonic power, this proactive attack, and the elimination of demons will allow them to relax for a long time.

Even in the abyss, even on the battlefield of bloodshed, these iron-blooded soldiers still need some time to catch their breath.

It was an unprecedented boost to morale, as this battlefield had been silent for far too long.

If it weren't for the Blood Pit Fortress, this level would have gradually become numb.

The emergence of the Blood Pit Fortress has broken this apathy, giving it new vitality, and this joint assault operation seems to have revitalized the war on this level.

Being able to revitalize oneself and not feel numb as before is a sign of boosting morale, and it works very well.

Everyone felt their blood boil again, and their numb souls seemed to come alive again, as if they could breathe. Even breathing the foul air of the abyss made them feel extremely comfortable.

With the order given.

The allied forces immediately sprang into action like a sophisticated war machine.

The shield guards formed a solid mobile defensive line behind the main line, and they accomplished this formation spontaneously without even needing orders.

Every soldier here is an elite, and they have participated in all kinds of wars, large and small, with an intensity far exceeding anything else.

Every surviving soldier was a non-commissioned officer with command capabilities; they were highly proactive and would adhere to all orders.

The ranged units unleashed their full firepower, suppressing the sporadic, enraged remnants of the demon army that were rushing towards them.

The Avengers and heavy cavalry patrolled the flanks, ready to crush any small groups of demons in pursuit.

The mages and engineers efficiently destroyed every temporary stronghold they had established or captured on their way here, and every ruin that could be used by demons.

Various booming sounds and magical fluctuations rang out incessantly, and it seemed that the power being unleashed was even greater than during the attack.

They fought and retreated, their steps firm.

The scorched earth, freshly burned by the flames of order, along with the remaining demon corpses and broken weapons, was thrown back into the endless abyss.

Behind them, on the main battlefield in the direction of Bloodbath Fortress, the light of order had already moved forward.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the main force of the Allied forces drew away and severely damaged the demons on the flanks, the Bloodbath Fortress forces successfully pushed their defensive line outwards by a large margin.

Of course, not everyone in Bloodbath Fortress is a soldier charging on the front lines; there are also a large number of support personnel.

Of course, these logistics personnel can also temporarily serve as soldiers, which is not contradictory. After all, those who can gain a foothold in the Abyss all have some skills.

However, given the current situation, they still have to obediently act as logistics personnel and push forward quickly.

New and more fortified camps and watchtowers sprang up like mushrooms after rain along the front lines where the two armies had once met.

At this point, you'll find that while these defensive structures aren't as fast as the Night's Watch, they are just as robust and effective.

Even in terms of repair and practicality, it is better than the Night's Watch, after all, this is the best formula they have refined through countless trials.

In general, compared to the Night's Watch's defensive structures, they might only be slower in terms of speed. After all, with the presence of the Iron Flower Construct, few groups can match the Night's Watch's construction speed.

To put it bluntly, the Night's Watch truly possesses skills that surpass all other races on the entire astral plane.

Without a doubt, it's their speed of construction and various structural features that make them stand out.

After all, something like the Tower of Trials is an extremely powerful structure even in the entire Astral Plane.

In particular, this building was constructed by mortal beings, without the participation of any legends.

The allied forces retreated quickly and methodically, like rapidly spinning gears.

At this moment, you can clearly feel what order is, and why it is so distinct from chaos.
The chaotic demons surged forth in waves, their contrasts so stark that they created a sense of disharmony.

When the Allied forces finally withdrew to their previous front lines, the defensive perimeter of Bloodbath Fortress had extended forward.

A clear, wide connecting passage, covered by the combined firepower of both sides' fortifications, has been firmly established.

In terms of terrain.

Blood Pit Fortress is located to the side of Bloodbath Fortress, with a sprawling abyss mountain range separating the two sides.

To attack Blood Pit Fortress, you need to go through a passage on the side of the main battlefield.

Therefore, the number of enemies that Blood Pit Fortress faces each time is limited, because it is only a segmented battlefield.

This mountain range effectively protected Blood Pit Fortress, allowing them to focus solely on protecting the sky and the passageway in front of them when facing enemies.

However, to connect to the Bloodbath Fortress, you must also use this passage.

Now the defense line is moved forward.

The main battlefield was cut off by one-third.

The first third of the way had been blocked by the defensive line, and this approaching area happened to be right next to the passage to the Bloodbath Fortress.

Once this defensive line is firmly established, the connecting passage between Blood Pit Fortress and Blood War Fortress will be unobstructed, making it very easy for both sides to exchange personnel and goods without having to worry about being raided and attacked by demons.

From now on, the soldiers of Blood Pit Fortress and Blood War Fortress will truly stand shoulder to shoulder to guard this line of order that extends deep into the filthy abyss, and together face the endless tide of blood.

The strategic objective of this proactive attack has been achieved.

……

The polluted air of the scorched wasteland suddenly eased.

The suffocating oppressive force and viscous shadows receded like the tide.

The twisted, three-headed, seven-armed, and five-legged body of the Fallen Abyss Messenger froze instantly.

Its six lava-like vertical pupils pierced through the barriers of space, clearly capturing the scene on the distant battlefield where the Order Alliance forces, like precise machinery, alternated in covering each other, destroying fortifications, and retreating. The glory of victory shone upon them, and the aura of Order fluttered like an invisible banner in the murky abyss.

"Humph!"

A cold snort filled with boundless frustration, anger, and a barely perceptible hint of humiliation.

Like a bone-chilling wind sweeping across a barren wasteland.

The Abyss Messenger didn't even bother to look at Kana again; the cold golden data aura and the silver alchemical puppet made it feel nauseous.

To linger for even a second longer is to desecrate the chaotic nature of things!

Its form suddenly blurred and collapsed.

It was as if a huge drop of ink had fallen into an invisible scroll of space, spreading out instantly and then disappearing without a trace.

There were no spatial ripples, no words of farewell, only a wisp of rapidly dissipating, purplish-black smoke carrying the scent of sulfur and resentment, indicating that the evil god had departed in anger.

It refused to spend even a second longer in the same place with the "cold stone" that restrained its power.

The data stream in Kana's golden eyes gradually calmed down, and the rapidly spinning halo behind him also stabilized.

He hovered above the scorched wasteland that had been almost reduced to mud, and the cold, absolutely rational shell of his divine body quietly faded away.

A hint of Kana's own reflection resurfaced in his eyes.

“Good luck,” he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible in the vast wasteland, “It’s the Abyss Messenger, an existence that relies purely on spiritual erosion and corruption… Its restraint at the level of rules is almost perfect. Its power is like a rootless duckweed before me.”

He rapidly reviewed the details of the battle in his mind, his data-driven analytical instincts still operating at high efficiency.

"This level of restraint... will be an important card in future operations. Perhaps, when finally facing the deeper malice of the abyss, it can buy me a crucial window of opportunity."

After confirming that the Abyss Messenger had indeed left, Kana's figure flickered slightly and disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, Kana appeared on the edge of the main battlefield, tens of kilometers away.

The scene before them was a stark contrast to the “relatively refined” destruction of the scorched wasteland.

This is the ultimate display of pure power and destruction, the embodiment of divine wrath.

The earth no longer exists.

As far as the eye could see, a massive, devastatingly large, shattered battlefield, more than ten kilometers in diameter, occupied the majority of the field of vision.

The bottom of the pit was not soil, but a churning, boiling sea of ​​lava, radiating a dazzling golden-red light. The scorching heat waves distorted the air and emitted a deafening roar.

This sea of ​​lava is like the raw, boiling heart of the earth after it has been torn apart.

Countless enormous rifts, some dozens or even hundreds of meters wide and seemingly bottomless, radiate outwards from the edge of the lava sea like hideous scars.

It was as if the entire abyss was groaning in pain, on the verge of utter collapse.

Lava flows along these rifts, like the earth's blood vessels burning.

The once flat or slightly undulating terrain has long since disappeared.

Instead, there are jagged peaks and mountain ranges, twisted and distorted, composed of broken rocks and solidified lava, forcibly squeezed and pushed up by the violent impact, like spasmodic muscles left after the earth's convulsions.

Between the mountain peaks are numerous huge craters, forcibly blasted out by divine power. The walls of these craters are as smooth as mirrors, and the bottoms are also filled with scorching lava.

The sky is also weeping.

The murky, dark red sky was completely disrupted, forming huge, swirling clouds.

In the clouds, the earthy yellow glow of the divine power of order and the abyssal black flames of the demon god entangled, collided, and annihilated each other, each contact unleashing blinding chains of lightning that tore through the sky.

It emitted a continuous, terrifying rumble of thunder, as if the very foundations of the world were crumbling.

Even more fatally, the space itself was already extremely fragile.

Tiny spatial cracks, visible to the naked eye and resembling black lightning, spread wildly in the air, flickered, and then forcibly closed up.

Each flash brought with it a chilling, void wind that sliced ​​and devoured the sulfurous fumes rising from the lava.

In the heart of this infernal realm, woven from lava, shattered mountains, spatial rifts, and destructive energy, two towering figures continue their most primal and ferocious battle.

Carlos, the god of rock, now has new cracks all over his towering body.

Ancient runes burned fiercely at the wounds, each movement accompanied by the groans of the entire earth as it groaned under the weight of its burden.

He clenched his fists, each punch carrying the weight of stars and the pulse of mountains; the space itself seemed to cave in where his fists passed.

Magrum, this demon god, is like a burning vengeful spirit.

His four hooves trod on lava, his dark red scales cracked in many places, and blood like lava flowed out.

Although the black flames of the [Abyss Death Knell] in his hand were slightly dimmer, its aura was even more frenzied.

He no longer pursued technique, but simply pushed the pure destructive power to its limit. The giant hammer, with the will to crush everything, slammed into Carlos again and again.

Boom——! ! !
It was yet another clash, devoid of any frills, that shook the very foundations of the plane!

The giant hammer, wreathed in black flames, slammed into Carlos's crossed arms as he parried.

The lava sea beneath Carlos's feet was pressed into a huge hemispherical depression, and a terrifying shockwave exploded outwards in a ring, cleaving a nearby newly formed lava mountain in half.

The broken peak crashed into the magma with a deafening roar, stirring up towering waves.

"Get out of here, rock!" Magrum roared, his four arms bulging with muscles as he tried to force Carlos completely into the lava.

"Scum of the abyss, is your power... nothing more?!"

Carlos's voice resonated like a thousand mountains, carrying a wildness born of utter rage.

His granite-like face suddenly blazed with a fiery, molten gaze.

Instead of retreating, his enormous body unleashed unprecedented explosive power the instant he clashed with the giant hammer.

The earthy yellow divine light was as dazzling as a stellar explosion!
"The earth... rises!"

With Carlos's roar, the lava sea behind him suddenly bulged up.

Countless boiling magma and huge obsidian blocks were shaped, condensed, and raised by an invisible force!
In an instant, a giant rock fist, several times larger than Carlos himself and flowing with lava, materialized behind him.

This was not magic; rather, Carlos used his own divine power as a guide to directly invoke and shape this shattered land, which was imbued with his divine power and almost became an extension of his body.

As soon as the giant fist took shape, it carried a terrifying power capable of crushing stars and reshaping the earth's veins. Ignoring spatial distance, it slammed down fiercely towards Magrum's main body.

Wherever the fist passed, space shattered like glass, emitting a piercing wail. (End of Chapter)