A different world game? A different world game!

The thick, sulfurous wind, carrying the stench of blood, filled my nostrils.

Claws, however, merely sniffed unconsciously.

A week of immersion in the abyss has made the breath that once stung his throat as natural as breathing itself.

Like the other team members, he had already removed his filter mask, letting the polluted air from the abyss swirl in his lungs.

After all, they can't possibly wear such filtering masks on the battlefield; sooner or later they'll have to get used to the air and environment here.

They might even soon make it a part of their lives.

The seductive, tempting, and mocking whispers that constantly filled their ears now seemed to be filtered through a thick veil; though annoying, they were no longer enough to immediately tear apart their reason.

This brief "adjustment period" is their passport to stepping out of the fortress and truly throwing themselves into this eternal bloody war.

However, they obviously could not struggle outside for long. After each mission, they had to retreat to the protection of the "Blood Pit Fortress" under the light of order before their blood boiled completely.

This is the abyss.

If we were to categorize the degree of erosion in the abyss into levels, then the highest level would undoubtedly be the ordinary abyss level.

This place contains chaos, and is permeated with the will of the abyss.

Once a group like the Witcher enters the ranks, it won't be long before they completely degenerate into demons or go mad.

Secondly, there is the bloody battlefield.

Although it is also part of the abyss, it is also governed by the rules of order, and its capacity to withstand changes depending on the situation of the bloody battlefield.

But the impact on witchers lies in their ability to carry out actions for a period of time.

Then comes the Bloodbath Fortress, and all Bloodbath Fortresses are the core of the outward expansion of order.

Therefore, the magic of order gathers here. Although this is still the level of the abyss, it is much better than the bloody battlefield outside.

The best-case scenario, of course, is the Blood Pit Fortress.

Essentially, they are the same as Bloodbath Fortress, and even have slightly lower energy fluctuations of Order, but what can they do when they have iron-constructed constructs?

Moreover, this region is essentially a nested part of the world, so although it is still affected by the abyss, the impact is extremely limited.

If a Witcher is only staying in Bloodpit Fortress and its surrounding area, he could stay there for years without any problem.

"I feel like I'm turning into half a demon."

Pan Shi complained in a muffled voice.

His thick fingers unconsciously rubbed the cold metal surface of his "rock-like" heavy armor, as if trying to confirm that he was still himself.

His powerful demonic bloodline was unusually active in the abyss environment, and the blood vessels under his muscles bulged slightly.

This gave them immense power, but it also undoubtedly brought the risk of corruption.

"It's a million times better than 'catching rats' rotting underground in Leviathan!"

The amber vertical pupils of the claws gleamed with excitement; the Shadow Demon bloodline gave him a morbid affinity for this chaotic land.

But the "Burning Order" rune engraved on the poisoned claw blade at his waist was emitting a faint warmth, reminding him of his stance.

"At least the demons here are powerful enough."

"Don't be careless, Claws."

Nightingale's voice came through her tactical mask, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

She gripped the "Messenger of Tranquility" magic-powered pistol tightly, a weapon specially tuned to counteract the chaotic magic of the abyss.

But the slight vibration coming from the grip at this moment was unclear whether it was the hum of the gun itself or the resonance of the Night Owl Demon bloodline within her as it sensed the vast evil in the distance.

“Remember the Tower Master’s warning. Here, we are both hunter and prey. The abyss… it wants to devour us.”

As demon hunters, they can use the power of demons, understand demons better, and have become experts in hunting demons.

But the impact of this region on demons also comes at a price.

"Focus on the present moment."

Captain Shadow's voice remained cold and steady, like the metal mask covering his face, his eerie green pupils sweeping over the team members.

"Time is limited. Keep up with the group."

They followed several squads, also composed of veteran soldiers.

We left behind the comforting, enormous shadow of the "Blood Pit Fortress".

After passing through the first solid defensive line filled with rune turrets, proceed along the only path that was barely "tamed" by the forces of order.

After passing a jagged, obsidian-colored cliff that appeared to have been cleaved by some immense force, the view suddenly opened up.

An endless "hellish wasteland" unfolded before them.

It was charred, broken, and riddled with craters.

The earth appears to have been repeatedly ravaged by countless giant beasts and then solidified after being repeatedly poured with scalding lava.

Huge craters, crisscrossing rifts, twisted metal and rock debris...

These are scars left by a long and bloody war, scars that will never heal.

These scars have been accumulating for tens of thousands of years and will continue to do so in the foreseeable future.

However, at this moment, on this filthy land that should belong to demons, there is hardly a demon in sight.

Instead, a torrent of orderly life has taken its place.

Armored troops, like a torrent of steel, rolled through the mud; soldiers in various colored uniforms marched silently and swiftly toward the front lines; and logistics convoys kicked up dust on the temporarily compacted roads.

Countless powerful auras mingled in the polluted air, forming a massive, suffocating vortex.

This is a team heading to the front lines.

"hiss……"

Dozing made a rare sound, and his face, which usually showed signs of lethargy and was characterized by an inert nature, was now filled with seriousness.

Without needing to consciously perceive it, the throbbing sensation originating from the depths of their bloodline towards the same source of power felt like countless fine needles stimulating their nerves.

"So many...legends..."

The nightingale's voice carried a hint of fear.

The demonic energy fluctuations permeating the air were as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the night; even from a great distance, they could clearly discern the terrifying intensity contained within them.

Level 14, Level 15...

This legendary aura, like a campfire burning in the darkness, is not confined to one place.

What made everyone's souls tremble even more was the immense pressure that stretched across the entire battlefield like the collapse of the heavens and the earth.

"God..."

The rock's voice was dry, and its massive body involuntarily tensed.

He had only ever felt that power fluctuation in the body of the Night's Watch's highest leader, the prophet Karna.

Claw's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

The Shadow Demon bloodline within him surged faster under the dual stimulation of fear and excitement, almost making him want to roar to the heavens, yet reason held him back. "Damn it... this place..."

"Don't stand there! Keep up!"

The leader—a veteran of Bloodbath Fortress with a hideous scar on his face—shouted sternly.

They were clearly not surprised by the reaction of these "new recruits".

"Stop your curiosity, and don't use your eyes and senses to 'see' the battle over there!"

He pointed forcefully with his thumb, which was protected by a metal gauntlet, to the distant, distorted horizon where the energy was most violent.

"That's a battlefield in the realm of gods! Even just a 'glance' is enough to crush your pitiful spiritual power."

"Put your eyes, ears, and your restless blood back on your heels! Keep your eyes on the front! Keep your eyes on the city walls! Keep your eyes on those damned demon bastards that are about to pounce!"

The voice was blunt, because the demonic bloodline within these demon hunters could potentially erupt at any moment in the abyss.

Even with your own people, you need to be wary.

The veteran's words were like ice water poured over their heads, instantly sobering the Witcher team up.

It seems that their first battle hasn't fully acclimatized them to the environment of the abyss, and they still need some time.

But that's the point of rotation.

Being called out to seemed to make him more awake.

They forcibly suppressed the throbbing in their blood and the fear and longing for divine war deep in their souls, and looked in the direction the veteran pointed.

The outline of a massive city wall rose abruptly at the edge of the view, where sulfurous smoke filled the air.

The city walls were brand new, constructed from massive obsidian blocks and a metal skeleton gleaming with runes, but they were riddled with large breaches and charred marks, clearly indicating that they had just endured a fierce attack and defense.

This is the front line!
As the group drew closer, the details of the city wall became clearer, and the invisible shockwaves from the collision of the two divine powers in the distance became increasingly apparent.

The air groaned, the earth resonated in a low groan, and an indescribable heaviness pressed down on everyone's heart and back, as if carrying invisible mountains on their backs.

Claw and the others felt their knees buckle, and their bodies involuntarily leaned forward slightly, almost bending over.

The Tranquility Stone Ring emitted a stronger, more stable wave, forcibly smoothing out the wrinkles in their minds, but the physical pressure could only be resisted by sheer willpower.

"Keep your heads down, you fools!"

The veteran roared again, his voice drowning out the distant, apocalyptic roar.

"Your battlefield is there!"

He pointed to the area below the city wall.

Meanwhile, below the city wall, a large number of demons surged up like a tide, only to be swept away by various attacks, leaving behind a field of corpses.

More demons trampled on top of it.

Your demon was thus turned into minced meat under layers of trampling, spreading across the demonic land below.

Perhaps this could explain why large patches of the abyss's land sometimes turn red?

Beyond the newly built, still-flawed, massive city defenses, the demon hunters' gazes were involuntarily drawn to the distant scenery—

More than ten miles away, or even further, two colossal figures were engaged in a world-destroying battle!

A demon, like a mountain forged from lava, rock, and pure rage, stood tall and imposing, its every stomp shattering the earth like tectonic plates.

It wielded a giant hammer wreathed in world-destroying black flames, each swing tearing through space and unleashing a destructive storm.

Claw and the others instantly recognized that the terrifying aura and oppressive feeling were the same as the fluctuations of the god-level demon they had sensed earlier.

And its rivals...

A stone giant as majestic as a moving mountain.

His massive body was covered with cracks, both old and new, and ancient runes flowed and burned like lava within the wounds.

His movements didn't seem fast, but each punch carried the weight of a falling star and the pulsating power of an ancient mountain range.

Wherever the force of the punch went, the space itself was distorted and dented!
It was this stone giant that single-handedly blocked the destructive onslaught of the giant hammer.

Each collision between the two sides unleashed a light more dazzling than the sun, and the shockwaves swept across dozens of miles. Even though they were weakened countless times by the time they reached this place, they still caused the newly built city walls to shake violently, and rubble to fall in a flurry.

That was an absolute clash of forces, a crushing battle at the level of rules.

The battlefield between Carlos, the god of rock, and Magrum, the evil god of demons!
“That is… Venerable Carlos…”

The nightingale's voice trembled with awe, almost drowned out by the lingering, dull, thunderous impact of another collision.

This week, they didn't just stay in the fortress to get used to the environment; they also explored the entire Abyss in various ways, delving deeper into its details.

This naturally includes the situation of Bloodbath Fortress, and naturally includes their gods.

After all, they'll be fighting alongside each other from now on.

What they were witnessing was a true battle between gods, a scene they had never seen before. The shock this scene brought them was beyond measure, and they stood there, stunned, experiencing the shock to their very souls.

"stop looking!"

Shadow shouted sharply; he was the one who woke up the fastest.

The voice beneath the metal mask carried an unprecedented severity.

He could feel the blood of his teammates surging like a volcano about to erupt under the stimulation of the divine battle, and the light of the Tranquility Stone was flashing intensely.

"Remember the leader's words! Remember who we are! Our enemy—"

He pointed sharply to the breach in the city wall, where demonic figures, like a black tide, had begun to surge and roar as they lunged at the light barrier of the order defense line.

"—There it is!"

The Witcher team suddenly tensed.

Claw forcibly pulled his gaze away from the soul-stirring battle of the gods in the distance, his amber vertical pupils fixed on the ever-approaching breach in the city wall.

There, a chaotic torrent of demons is clashing violently with the barriers of order built of steel, magic, and faith, splashing up waves of flesh and energy.

This is their true battlefield, a place equally deadly, equally cruel, and equally demanding for them to fight with their will and blood—the Abyss Front.

"It's normal for things to be like this the first time, so don't blame yourselves too much."

The leading soldier comforted them, saying that it was indeed not their fault that this happened.

"When we first saw such a scene, we reacted even worse than you."

"However, you will have to get used to it. The power of the gods is unleashed in the abyss, so you will have to fight alongside the gods in almost every war, especially large-scale wars."

"So you have to learn to control your eyes, get used to that kind of pressure, and stay away from the battlefield between gods when necessary. After all, you don't want to die because of a random collision between gods, do you? That would be too humiliating to die like that."

Hearing what the other person said, everyone felt somewhat comforted.

They gripped their weapons tightly, feeling the roar of the demonic blood within them and the suppression of the Tranquility Stone and the Runes of Order.

Following the group, they plunged headlong into the boiling, endless tide of death composed of demons.

The real test has just begun. (End of Chapter)