A different world game? A different world game!

The thick, sulfurous wind, carrying the stench of blood, slammed against the newly built obsidian battlements of the "Stone Defense Line."

Claw took a deep breath of the polluted air; the burning pain in his lungs had subsided.

After a week of hellish "baptism," the abyss's essence had seeped into his very being like a maggot clinging to his bones.

Like the other team members, he had already removed his filter mask, letting the suffocating air rage in his chest.

The endless whispers in his ear, though annoying as if they were coming through a thick veil, could no longer easily tear apart his reason.

The calming stone ring on his forehead emitted a steady glow, serving as his only anchor in this chaotic ocean.

"It felt like demonic energy was emanating from between my bones, as if I had been injected with sulfur."

The rocky mound grumbled, its thick fingers unconsciously stroking the cold surface of the heavy armor.

The bloodline within him, originating from a low-level power demon, was unusually active under the nourishment of the abyss. The blood vessels beneath his muscles swelled slightly, bringing power but also a dangerous restlessness.

"It's better than getting moldy in a rat hole!"

His claw-like, amber-colored vertical pupils gleamed with a bloodthirsty light; his Shadow Demon bloodline gave him a morbid affinity for this chaotic land.

But the warmth emanating from the "Burning Order" rune on the claw blade at his waist was like a red-hot branding iron, constantly burning the boundaries of his reason and reminding him of his stance.

Different levels and concentrations of demonic blood result in varying degrees of pressure to endure in the abyss.

"At least the 'rats' here are big enough to kill with great force!"

"Don't let the clamor of the abyss drown out your mind, Claw."

Nightingale's voice came through the tactical mask, carrying the sharp alertness unique to the Night Owl Demon bloodline.

She gripped the calibrated "Messenger of Tranquility" tightly, the gun trembling almost imperceptibly amidst the aftershocks of the distant battle and the cacophony of the battlefield.

"Focus!"

The captain's icy voice cut off the idle chatter, his dark green pupils sweeping over the team members, as calm as a frozen pool.

"Our position is on the third section of the left flank, between the two 'Heart of the Furnace' turrets. Keep up!"

The section of the city wall where they were incorporated was a crucial point in the new defensive line, like a wedge piercing the flesh of a demon, constantly enduring the most violent impacts.

The moment you step onto these blood-stained city bricks, the intense atmosphere of war hits you.

The walls of Purgatory.

Outside the crenellations of the city wall was a boiling area that could be described as a sea of ​​filth.

The grotesque demons roared, like an endless black tide, crashing wave after wave against the barrier of order.

The climber's claws scraped against the rune-enhanced obsidian, creating a piercing noise. Energy attacks of fire, acid, and frost exploded into dazzling yet deadly fireworks on the light barrier.

Above them, a majestic floating tower silently hovered, its base flowing with energy rings composed of runes of order.

A soft yet firm light poured down, enveloping the entire section of the city wall.

The moment the claws stepped into the halo, they felt a surge of energy, and a cool force soothed their fatigue and the restlessness in their blood.

Thinking also becomes clearer and sharper—this is the effect of the floating tower's "aura of resilience" and "mental barrier."

At the same time, the demons within the aura's range visibly slowed down for a moment.

The chaotic demonic flames surging around his body dimmed somewhat, as if bound by invisible shackles, and his roars were tinged with pain.

This is the floating tower's "Chaos Suppression" and "Weakness Curse" relentlessly weakening the enemy.

“Boom! Swish—!”

The "Heart of the Furnace" turret on the left emitted a deafening roar.

The dwarven gunner roared as he turned the heavy rotating wheel, and the thick cannon barrel instantly switched from a honeycomb pattern of scattered beams to a single main cannon mode, with dark blue arcane energy gathering wildly.

The next second, a beam of blazing white arcane light as thick as a bucket, like a divine punishment spear, precisely pierced through a ten-armed lava troll that was smashing the city wall with its giant lava fist.

The troll's massive body was instantly melted and vaporized by the arcane energy, leaving behind only a huge charred crater and scattered lava debris.

Almost at the same moment the arcane beam dissipated, the turret on the right emitted a completely different roar.

The dwarven gunner quickly switched modes, the cannon muzzle splitting into dozens of small firing ports, where a blinding, holy light condensed.

"Holy Light Shotgun, fire!"

Amidst the dwarf's roar, a fan-shaped barrage of pure holy light energy erupted.

Like a scorching downpour, it instantly covered the petrified lizard demons below, whose skin was as tough as rock, as they gathered and charged.

The holy light reacted violently with their stone skin, producing a piercing "sizzling" sound. A large number of lizard demons screamed as they were purified and shattered, turning into a pile of smoldering stones.

The floating towers overhead also unleashed their power at just the right time.

A flash of light appeared on the tower, and a thick chain of lightning, like a roaring thunder dragon, crashed into the area below the city wall where demons were most concentrated.

Blinding lightning crackled and leaped wildly as dozens of low-level demons of various shapes turned to charcoal amidst their screams, filling the air with a strong smell of ozone mixed with burnt meat.

Immediately afterwards, a storm of ice storms carrying a chilling aura formed above another breach that was about to be breached.

Sharp icicles rained down like a storm, freezing and tearing apart a group of hellhounds, their bodies engulfed in green flames, that were trying to climb up.

Bloodline Blade

"The gap! Seal the gap on the left flank!"

A human shield captain roared hoarsely, his massive tower shield riddled with cracks and corrosion, as he was besieged by three swift-moving skinners wielding bone scythes.

A skinning demon's scythe deftly bypassed the edge of the shield, slicing a deep gash across his shoulder armor, exposing the bone. Dark red blood instantly stained the armor.

"Rock solid!" Shadow shouted.

With a low roar, the rock charged forward like a human tank.

Instead of attacking the skinning demon directly, he used his massive, heavily armored body to slam into a demon on the side of the shield captain.

The demon was knocked off balance, its attack rhythm disrupted.

At the same time, the heavy spear of the rock roared, and the specially made anti-magic bullet shattered the knee of another skinning demon at close range.

Almost simultaneously with the Rockfall Operation, Claw's figure had already transformed into a black streak speeding along the shadow of the city wall.

The Shadow Fiend bloodline's affinity for shadows was brought to its fullest potential at this moment.

He appeared like a ghost behind the wounded Shield Guard captain, his poisoned claws slashing out with a piercing shriek. There were no fancy techniques, only pure speed and deadly precision.

The claw blade easily tore open the relatively vulnerable neck joint of the last skinning demon. The accompanying poison and "Order Burn" runes erupted instantly. The demon could only let out half a scream before its head rolled off at an angle, and its body quickly turned into foul-smelling pus while convulsing.

The captain of the Shield Guard glanced at Claw, panting, his eyes filled with complex emotions—gratitude mixed with a hint of admiration for Claw's inhuman speed and ruthlessness in attacking.

Claw merely grinned, revealing a smile that was a mixture of wildness and weariness, its amber vertical pupils scanning for its next target.

The nightingale, positioned relatively far back, emitted a deep and steady hum from her "messenger of tranquility."

Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, constantly firing at the demons who were trying to attack the turrets or spellcasters from a distance.

A Flomon, hiding behind a battering ram corpse and gathering a ball of filthy energy, had its ugly head blown off by her precise shot.

Her firing rhythm perfectly filled the gaps in the defensive firepower, providing valuable cover for close combat ahead.

Dozing off was like a real shadow, his figure appearing and disappearing on the fierce battlefield.

Instead of engaging in direct combat, he lingered on the edge of the battlefield, using his unique shadow dagger to cut the grappling hooks projected by the demons.

Or, just as a Night's Watch warrior is about to be ambushed from the flank, it will mysteriously emerge from the attacker's shadow, end his life with a dagger, and then disappear into another shadow.

The Demon Hunter's advantages are on full display on the Abyss battlefield.

The demonic bloodline within them acted as an invisible buffer, weakening some of the corrosive effects of the demonic chaotic energy attacks.

A sulfur fireball spewed by a berserker slammed into the vicinity of the rock. The scorching heat and corrosive energy stung the skin of the ordinary Night Watch warriors nearby and slowed their movements, but the rock only groaned, the magic runes on its body glowing slightly, and it continued to smash the head of a lesser demon while enduring the burning heat.

When the claws tore through a Dementor that was trying to intimidate them with a mental shriek, the shriek that could easily break the minds of ordinary soldiers was just annoying noise to him, and the light from the Tranquility Stone Ring flickered and suppressed it.

However, the whispers of the abyss are constantly trying to penetrate the cracks in their hearts.

Every kill, every time I feel the demon blood surging through my body, it's like walking on the edge of a cliff.

They must remain constantly on edge, using their willpower and the power of the tranquilizing stone to resist the temptation that originates deep within their blood and embraces chaos.

The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, with sweat, blood, and demonic pus mixing together and flowing onto the city bricks.

Despite the relentless onslaught of demons, the city walls stood firm against the fierce resistance of the turrets, floating towers, and the defenders.

But the shadowy green pupils shrank even more.

He keenly sensed that the demon's attack, though seemingly chaotic, actually possessed a subtly unsettling rhythm.

In particular, a weak point on the left flank of the city wall near them, a crack that had been fractured by the aftershocks of the previous divine battle and had just been urgently repaired with a metal frame and boulders, was under tremendous pressure.

Various demons, especially those with thick skin and flesh, were deliberately driven away and concentrated on attacking that place.

The few Avengers and Night's Watch warriors guarding that spot were already in grave danger.

The Shadow's gaze seemed to pierce through the pervasive sulfurous smoke and chaotic energy currents, locking onto the area below the city wall, about 1 kilometer away, behind a natural shelter formed by twisted rock pillars.

There, a chilling presence floats.

Its main body is a huge, bloodshot spherical eyeball with a diameter of over three meters, and its pupil is a constantly rotating, abyssal vortex that seems to suck in one's soul.

Surrounding the eyeball were not eyelids, but a dozen or so thick, slippery, tentacle-like oculomotor stalks with smaller accessory eyes at their ends, which twitched unconsciously in the air.

The secondary eye at the tip of each eye stalk flashes with a different color of light.

Some fired dark red rays that weakened shields, some granted the demons impacting the rifts a berserk purplish-black aura, and others fired chaotic waves that disrupted the defenders' spellcasting.

It was these fluctuations that caused the mage trying to repair the cracks to repeatedly fail in his spells.

This is an Abyss Eye Demon!
Moreover, it is at least a legendary-level Abyss Commander, cunningly hiding at a relatively safe distance, using its magic eye matrix to precisely control the local battlefield, concentrating the pressure on the weaknesses of the defensive line.

"Eye Demon! Legendary Rank! In the Rock Pillar Zone!"

The Shadow's cold voice reached every member's ears through the squad channel and was also shared with the temporary commander of this section of the wall and nearby elite squads via tactical links.

"It's directing the impact of the cracks! If we don't get rid of it, this section of our defense will suffer a huge loss."

"Damn it, finally a decent 'leader' has arrived."

Claw licked its chapped lips, a fervent fighting spirit flashing in its eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by Shadow's stern gaze.

"That's our mission."

Shadow Tracks quickly made a judgment.

"Rock, Claws, charge forward with me! Nightingale, suppress its secondary eye with firepower, especially disrupting its spellcasting and buffs."

Doze off, find an opportunity to sneak in, disrupt its protective force field, or interfere with its main body.

The others, cooperate with the defending troops, clear the path for us, and create opportunities!

The command was clear and decisive.

The nearby Night's Watch warriors and Avengers immediately understood the intentions of this special squad.

A human shield captain roared and led several heavily armored warriors forward, using their bodies and shields to temporarily push aside the demons blocking the way in front of the rift, clearing a narrow but deadly passage.

Despite the pain of magical backlash, an elven mage forcibly erected a temporary energy shield above the passage to block the acid and arrows falling from above.

"go!"

With a low shout, Yingzong transformed into a ghostly green afterimage, rushing down the path carved out with blood, flesh, and courage.

The boulder followed closely behind like a roaring chariot, its heavy footsteps sending stones flying. Claws, like a persistent leech, clung to the shadows of the city walls and the boulder's massive body, using them as cover to advance at high speed.

The Eye Demon's enormous main eye instantly locked onto the three tiny creatures that dared to rush towards it.

It seemed unsurprised; the swirling vortex in the master's eyes revealed a cold mockery and a hint of...greed?
More than a dozen eye stalks nimbly rotated, and several beams of light from the secondary eyes focused towards them.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A burst of hysterical laughter, filled with endless chaos and allure, resounded directly in everyone's minds, ignoring physical distance and the clamor of the battlefield.

"Look, look...what an interesting little thing."

"Flowing with the sweet blood of chaos, yet cloaked in a laughable guise of order. I can smell the hunger deep within your blood, the thirst for power, for slaughter, for utter indulgence... the pain suppressed by that cold stone..."

A dark red ray of decay shot toward the figure charging at the front, which he narrowly avoided with an incredible twisting motion. The ray grazed his shoulder armor, and the sturdy armor instantly turned gray and fragile.

Another chaotic, purplish-black wave shot toward the rock, attempting to disrupt his mind.

The rock roared, veins bulging on its forehead, and the Tranquility Stone Ring shone brightly, managing to withstand the impact; its charge only slowed slightly. (End of Chapter)