A different world game? A different world game!

For the first time, a genuine look of horror flashed across Magrum's six lava-like eyes.

He felt the immense power contained in this attack, enough to completely shatter his divine body.

He roared and tried to pull back [Abyssal Death Knell] to block, but Carlos held his giant hammer firmly in place.

There is no way to avoid it!

boom--! ! !
A terrifying roar that defies description.

The giant rock fist slammed solidly into Magrum's massive demonic body.

Magnum was like a piece of rubble struck by a main cannon; his massive body arched instantly, and he was sent flying backward at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

His dark red scales shattered and splattered in large areas, and molten blood gushed out like a fountain from his mouth, nose, and broken shell.

boom! boom! boom!
He smashed through several newly risen lava peaks, carving out a massive, bottomless ravine several kilometers long on the boiling sea of ​​magma.

It finally crashed hard into the rock wall at the edge of the circular crater.

The entire earth trembled violently once again.

The rock walls at the edge of the crater collapsed on a large scale, and rubble and lava poured down like a waterfall, temporarily burying Magrum's disheveled figure.

Carlos's massive body swayed slightly, and the giant rock fist slowly dissipated, transforming back into flowing lava and broken boulders that fell into the sea.

His chest heaved, and the new cracks on his divine body slowly healed under the flow of runes. His lava-like gaze was fixed on the spot where Magrum was buried, wary of the enemy's counterattack.

This clash of pure strength and will finally paused briefly, with a violent aftertaste, after this earth-shattering counterattack.

Lava churned, the earth shook, and space groaned. This ravaged land fell into a deathly silence for the time being, with only the panting of the gods echoing across the devastated landscape.

Magrum's massive form burst forth, sending up a shower of rubble and molten lava.

His dark red scales were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and lava-like blood flowed and dripped along the cracks, burning into the scorched earth and hissing white smoke.

The six lava fire eyes stared intently at Carlos, their rage not completely extinguished, but instead tinged with a hint of dishevelment as if their spines had been broken, and... a sudden clarity.

The boiling fighting spirit, the urge to utterly crush the opponent, cooled considerably after that earth-shattering punch, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

The chaotic rules of the Abyss Bloodbath battlefield, which constantly stirred up killing intent and amplified anger, seemed to have lost their magic power to dominate his mind in the face of this moment of intense pain and frustration.

He also has his own set of rules. As someone who wields such a large warhammer for close combat, he also follows the rules related to combat.

Therefore, it's normal to get carried away and act recklessly during battle.

However, this one blow was enough to calm him down.

He exhaled two thick, sulfurous breaths from his enormous nostrils and looked around.

The earth shattered, lava boiled like a sea, and spatial rifts flashed like black lightning.

This is the masterpiece of his clash with Carlos's power, a manifestation of the wrath of the gods.

However, his divine sense also penetrated this barrier of destruction, clearly perceiving the changes on the main battlefield.

Given the intense battle he was engaged in, the overall outcome seemed to have already been decided.

The flag of the Order Alliance flew safely behind the lines, and the force that had just been sweeping through and capturing twelve of his outposts was now retreating in an orderly fashion behind the newly built defensive line.

They achieved their goal; that damned connection was now firmly established.

On the demon side, without the direct pressure from him and the Abyss Messenger, coupled with the elimination of outposts and the restraint of lords, their offensive has fallen into chaos and decline.

Should we continue to struggle against this smelly and hard rock?
Meaningless.

The battlefields of the Abyss are never short of battles.

The reason he was inexplicably sent to this floor is mainly because he is daring and aggressive in other places, but not reckless or crazy.

Continuing the fight is pointless; this judgment is beyond doubt.

“Very good, Carlos.”

Magrum's voice still rolled like muffled thunder, but it had lost some of its madness and gained a more repressed gloom.

"Your stone fist is indeed hard enough."

Carlos stood as tall as a mountain, his molten lava-like gaze calmly fixed on his opponent, offering neither pursuit nor uttering a word.

He also sensed the waning of the opponent's boiling fighting spirit. The clamor of the abyss seemed to have temporarily restrained its claws in the face of defeat.

That's how the battlefield is; the two sides go back and forth, each with its own victories and defeats.

The gods who fight here are also more rational and unrestrained.

"You little brats of Order got lucky this time!"

Magrum's gaze swept over Carlos, then seemed to pierce through space, landing on the newly formed connecting passage, filled with intense disdain.

"But the tides of the abyss never cease! When my lord's power descends, when I find your weakness... your tortoise shell, and those insects you shelter, will eventually be crushed into dust!"

After uttering those harsh words, the evil god didn't waste any time.

His massive body suddenly sank, and the lava sea beneath his feet instantly boiled and spun, forming a huge whirlpool.

His entire body sank into viscous asphalt, taking the Abyss Death Knell with him into the boiling lava, leaving only a cavity that was quickly filled by the lava, along with the lingering smell of burnt sulfur and the malice of the abyss in the air.

One second it was a violent battle that shook the planes, and the next second only Carlos was left standing alone on the scorched earth that he had personally destroyed.

The roar of battle abruptly ceased, leaving only the gurgling sound of churning lava and the hissing of distant spatial rifts, highlighting the absurd stillness.

Carlos's enormous divine body slowly shrank and solidified, eventually returning to its usual form as a nearly three-meter-tall rock giant.

The ground beneath their feet was already shattered and unrecognizable. The battle, fought with both sides to a degree of irrationality, had completely altered the terrain of this area.

It seems this place needs a new name.

He hovered above the shattered sea of ​​lava, the fine cracks on his body rapidly healing under the flow of runes, eventually leaving only a few almost imperceptible white scratches, like shallow marks worn into ancient rocks by wind and sand.

Cana appeared silently beside him, his golden eyes sweeping over the almost negligible "injuries" on Carlos's body.

His gaze swept silently over the other's situation, his mind making a silent assessment. Carlos noticed Cana's gaze, and the corners of his rock-like lips twitched slightly as he spoke in a deep, resonant voice.

"What? You rarely see such god-level 'flesh injuries'?"

His tone carried a calmness born from having experienced countless similar situations, and even a hint of mockery.

"It looked like the battle was so fierce it seemed like the world was about to collapse, and it was as if the fight was about to end in a life-or-death struggle."

"But for gods like us whose rules are biased towards defense and pure power clashes, unless we encounter rules that are mutually exclusive, or the opponent possesses some kind of extreme 'destruction' or 'annihilation' power, the fighting usually goes like this."

He didn't know much about Kana, only that the other party was indeed very young and a newborn life. He was curious because he thought Kana rarely participated in such battles between life forms.

He raised his rocky arm and gently tapped his chest with his knuckles, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound, like striking a mountain rock.

"The resilience of a rock, the pulse of a mountain range, the weight of a star... these are all governed by my rules. And that Magnum, the core of his power is the brute force of 'impact' and 'destruction,' equally fierce."

"We're like two of the hardest rocks colliding, sparks flying, the sound shaking the universe, but we're not really trying to shatter each other."

"It's difficult. Even if we fight on this battlefield of blood and fire in the abyss for decades or hundreds of years, as long as our divine power doesn't run out, we'll mostly just wear each other down to the point of 'stone dust'."

He paused, a hint of self-deprecating laughter in his voice.

"So, many times, I rely on this 'hard bone' to wear down my opponent's patience and strength, and win the battle by 'dragging it out'."

The golden data stream in Kana's eyes paused slightly before resuming its steady flow.

He nodded and responded calmly:
"An impenetrable defense is indeed enviable. My rules, in terms of pure physical defense, are far from reaching the level of Lord Carlos."

"Ah, each has its own strengths and weaknesses."

Carlos waved his hand, but his expression became slightly more serious.

"However, Kana, you must be extra careful in this Abyss Bloodbath battlefield, especially when engaging in such intense close-quarters divine combat where every punch lands."

"The rules of the abyss are all-pervasive; they will silently provoke your anger, amplify your fighting spirit, and make you make some... less-than-divine impulsive choices when you're caught up in the heat of the moment."

"Like Magnum just now, if he hadn't taken that hard hit, he probably would still be stuck in that frenzied fighting and unable to extricate himself."

He looked at Kana, his lava-like gaze carrying a warning.

"Although these are only minor impacts that may not affect the overall situation, it's best to avoid trouble if possible. Your rules seem to be quite resistant to this, but we must remain vigilant at all times."

This is almost the feeling that all gods have when they see Kana and perceive his or her main rules.

It was a cold, absolute order.

Although its meaning is unknown, this calmness is a natural defense mechanism for the mind.

"Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention."

Kana readily agreed.

The two gods said no more, their figures blurring simultaneously. The next moment, they had crossed space and appeared on the new defensive line in front of the Blood Battle Fortress, where the smoke of battle had not yet completely dissipated.

The scene before me was quite different from when I left.

A fortress constructed of earth, stone, and steel, radiating an orderly glow, like a winding dragon, took firm root in the scorched earth, replacing the previous jagged, makeshift battle lines.

The main body of the defense line was led by the logistics construction force of Bloodbath Fortress.

Some humanoid life forms—Earth Shapers—whose bodies were made of jet-black, smooth obsidian, were seen digging their thick "arms" deep into the filthy soil of the abyss.

As the earthy yellow light emanated from their bodies, the ground rumbled and groaned, and the solid, heavy stone walls rose up as if alive, forming the most primitive and sturdy framework of the defensive fortifications.

Many life forms possess this ability, and the reason they are tasked with this task is because they have an exceptionally high tolerance for the abyss environment.

This allows their powers to operate unaffected in the environment of the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, the mages of Bloodbath Fortress stepped forward, their hands radiating arcane light as they channeled the flow of magic.

The rough stone wall surface is as if it has been sculpted by an invisible carving knife, with its edges smoothed and reinforced, firing holes and crenellations precisely shaped, and defensive runes quietly engraved inside the wall, enhancing its overall magic resistance and physical strength.

The minotaur shamans, carrying their enormous totem poles, sat cross-legged at the base of the wall.

Their deep chanting was like the pulse of the earth, carrying the power of the spirits of their ancestors.

The totem pole was driven deep into the ground, and the emerald green natural energy spread like roots, wrapping around the newly raised stone wall, infusing it with vitality and extra resilience to resist the corrosive power of the abyss.

The Night's Watch's logistics forces, on top of this primitive "skeleton," displayed a completely different level of efficiency and precision.

They drove vehicles, quickly hoisting and assembling prefabricated, massive composite steel plates, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, onto the front and key nodes of the city wall.

The steel plates fit together perfectly, producing a dull metallic clanging sound.

Even more remarkable is the complex array of defensive runes pre-etched on the surface of the steel plate, which lights up with a bright blue light the moment they are assembled, connecting with each other to form a linked energy shield generator that covers a large section of the city wall.

Its reinforcement effect and energy resistance made even the mages in the nearby Bloodbath Fortress take a second look.

Sixteen brand-new floating towers, like silent steel sentinels, quietly hovered high in the sky behind the city walls.

Their massive, sleek metallic bodies reflected a cold luster against the dark red sky of the abyss. The rotating rune rings on the towers and the array of cannons poised to fire silently proclaimed their powerful firepower delivery capabilities.

They are the eyes of the sky and the heavy punch of this newly formed defensive line.

Behind the defensive line, the establishment of camps was even more remarkably efficient.

The standard modular barracks provided by the Night Watch were quickly assembled like building blocks, with logistics supply points, medical stations, temporary workshops, energy nodes, and other facilities in good order.

The rugged yet equally sturdy stone and wood fortresses, unique to the soldiers of Bloodbath Fortress, are also interspersed throughout.

The aura of order stubbornly maintained a firm foothold on this land tainted by the filth of the abyss.

Carlos's lava-like gaze swept over the sturdy defensive line that was beginning to take shape and had incorporated the strengths of both sides. He then looked at the chaotic and resentful atmosphere of the demon camp in the distance, which was somewhat chaotic due to the departure of the gods and the retreat of the allied forces. A satisfied expression appeared on his rock-like face.

His deep voice rang out beside Kana, carrying a sense of certainty that came after everything had settled:
"Success. Such a defense cannot be shaken in the slightest in the short term unless the demons launch a massive, all-out offensive like a tsunami, regardless of the cost."

He turned to look at Kana, his lava-like eyes filled with a hint of approval and a tacit understanding like that of comrades-in-arms.

"Our goal of proactively drawing our swords, clearing the flanks, and establishing connectivity has been perfectly achieved." (End of Chapter)