A different world game? A different world game!

The front line of the demon-suppressing campaign.

This is the name of the furthest line of defense.

There may have been many other names before, but now they have all been fixed.

Because this place is the devil's meat grinder.

Since Bloodbath Fortress and Blood Pit Fortress joined forces to push the defensive line forward and hold this position, this steel barrier known as "Strangler" has been firmly rooted in the scorched land of the 1121st layer of the Abyss.

The blood-red, dark sky, like congealed blood, hung low, pressing down on the earth.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur, mixed with a rusty, bloody stench and a deeper, more decadent aura. It was hot and sticky, and every breath felt like swallowing grit.

The earth was deathly silent, not in peace, but in the depletion of all life after it had been devoured by an even more violent will to destroy.

The ground was scorched and cracked, with dark red magma gushing out like blood flowing from the earth's wounds from the crisscrossing fissures, radiating a suffocating heat wave.

This defensive line, winding like a giant steel dragon, stretches for thousands of miles, reaching the horizon.

The main body of the wall is covered with thick metal armor plates, which are covered with complex and powerful defensive runes. The runes glow continuously in the dim environment, forming a powerful energy shield.

The wall surface was covered with layers of old and new bloodstains, dark purple demon blood, rust-like discolored bodily fluids mixed with dust, outlining countless traces of brutal attacks and defenses.

Above the defensive line, dozens of floating towers of various shapes and sizes, shimmering with arcane or alchemical light, could be seen in every direction.

Like stationary stars, they are either powerful magical turrets, nodes supporting huge protective shields, or central hubs for battlefield scanning and command.

On the walls and behind them stood various giant alchemical machines.

The rune-driven cannon barrels were thick and cold, the multi-barreled energy launcher array was ready to fire, and the massive catapult structure was loaded with projectiles engraved with explosive runes and a constantly running magic core engine, emitting a deep hum.

Beyond the defensive line, the relentless waves of demons did not impact the entire battle line evenly, but rather erupted like black abscesses in different sections of the defensive line.

The low-level demons and horned demons formed a chaotic sea of ​​cannon fodder, driven by the roar of the berserker demons, frantically attacking the runic shield, or being torn to shreds by the dense firepower.

In the air, the winged demon swarms shrieked, sometimes diving down, sometimes being shot down by the dense chains of light fired from the floating towers.

An even more powerful abyssal behemoth lurked in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to launch a fierce attack that would shake the defenses.

The roar of battle, the howls of demons, the shrieks of energy, and the clash of metal constitute the eternal symphony of this land.

On the Molybdenum Cannon, an astral dwarf engineer was using a heavy wrench to perform routine maintenance on the roaring alchemical behemoth.

His rough fingers deftly examined the complex rune conduction circuits and the massive spring-loaded mechanism.

Looking at the war machine before him, both rugged and intricately practical, the astral dwarf couldn't help but sigh with genuine admiration:

"Tsk tsk, the things these Night's Watch craftsmen made are really practical! Ingenious design, sturdy structure, and they can still operate stably in this godforsaken place."

A red-skinned Ahor man, who was adjusting an energy calibrator nearby, looked up, his six eyes gleaming with a mischievous light:
"Oh? Weren't you dwarf brothers scoffing at their craftsmanship and complaining endlessly before? Why are you praising it now?"

These dwarves are not a branch of the Night's Watch dwarves in the main world.

In the Night's Watch's classification system, intelligent life in their main world is mainly divided into "humanoids" who originated from a branch of human evolution and "non-humanoids" who originated from animal evolution.

As the Night's Watch expanded its power and aligned itself with the Astral Plane, this fundamental division based on origin became the established understanding.

As an independent race recognized by the Astral Plane, the Astral Dwarves possess innate, top-tier forging and crafting talents bestowed upon them by the Astral Will.

The Night's Watch's "dwarf" branch in the main world—who are better at using blessed powers and collective cooperation for efficient construction—cannot currently match them.

Although they look similar, their species concepts and core talents are completely different, much like the difference between Night Watch elves and Astral Elves.

To the outside world, the Night's Watch are indeed all referred to as the "Night's Watch".

"Humph!"

The astral dwarf glared at the Ahor people.

"That's because those Night's Watch dwarf fellows who look a lot like us are still lacking in skill, relying more on their strange 'blessed' power to brute force things. But now..."

He patted the cold cannon hard, producing a dull echo.

"Look at these alchemical machines! The design is clear, the materials are solid, and the runes are engraved precisely and efficiently. They can operate smoothly even in a hellish place like the Abyss, where magic is chaotic and highly corrosive. They are also relatively easy to maintain."

"This ingenuity in the mechanical structure and rune application deserves a compliment!"

He admitted it was a little awkward, but his tone was serious.

The astral dwarves worship the god of forging and have an instinctive appreciation for truly excellent creations.

The Ahor people let out a low, bubbly laugh: "Every race naturally has its own talents. Just like us Ahor, we are born knowing how to concoct suitable medicines and perceive the energy properties of various materials."

"The Night's Watch... it seems their talent lies in 'construction'?"

He surveyed the massive, complex steel defenses that stood stubbornly in the abyss, and the highly functional architectural outline of the Blood Pit Fortress faintly visible behind them.

"Look at the stuff they've produced, the efficiency and the scale are truly amazing."

The astral dwarf engineer nodded involuntarily, gazing into the distance.

This defensive line itself is the ultimate embodiment of the Night's Watch's talent for "construction" in the field of warfare.

In the sky, Kana, who happened to be patrolling this section, floated invisibly and overheard the conversation between the two below. His usually calm face showed a rare twitch at the corner of his mouth, and he rolled his eyes very slightly.

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

Leilia, who was patrolling alongside Kana, obviously heard it too and couldn't help but laugh out loud, her ponytail trembling slightly.

“‘Architectural talent,’ hahaha, that’s hilarious! I’ve never thought of it that way before.”

Kana shook his head slightly in resignation, his calm voice reaching Lelia's ears.

"This is also a blind spot in my understanding. Who would have thought that the rules of the astral plane would explain and solidify our survival instincts into a clear racial 'talent'?"

He explained casually, his gaze sweeping over the busy and orderly defense line below.

As mentioned earlier, after the Night Watch people left the cradle of the world and entered the astral plane, their characteristics were recognized by the will of the astral plane and "solidified" into a certain innate tendency.

This "architectural talent" is not manifested in individual craftsmanship and material control as in the Astral Dwarves, but rather in holistic planning, efficient collaboration, and the ability to rapidly achieve large-scale construction by utilizing rules.

Just like the Night's Watch "dwarves," in terms of forging and smelting, it can only be said that they are more inclined towards this path than humans or other branches, and have accumulated some experience.

However, compared to true astral dwarves who possess gifts bestowed by the astral gods, they still appear immature.

It was during the forging of this Abyss defense line that Kevin, who oversaw the project, was surprised to discover and ultimately accepted this racial trait "certified by the Astral Plane." Of course, it's hard to say whether this was some kind of clustering effect resulting from the Night's Watch's long-standing passion for building wonders, which then fed back into the Astral Plane rules.

"This section of the defense is in good condition, and everything is operating according to plan."

Kana ended his observation.

"The follow-up patrols will be handed over to the rotating team. We'll return to the core of the fortress to discuss the next strategic deployment."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already faded and disappeared like a phantom. Leilia also reared up her powerful horse, and in a flash, sped towards the fortress.

……

Kana and Leilia appeared directly in the core command center of the Blood Pit Fortress.

This fortress is the core, and its style is completely different from the twisted architecture of the abyssal demons.

It is composed of cold, special alloys, heavy rune armor plates, and crystal structures that shimmer with ordered energy, exuding a cold, pragmatic aesthetic.

The interior of the fortress is vast and clearly divided.

The massive combat command center is filled with flashing light screens and holographic projections.

A buzzing energy core area; passageways where combat personnel, logistics personnel, and alchemical constructs move rapidly; and heavily guarded residential areas, research laboratories, and supply warehouses.

The outermost perimeter of the fortress is an extremely efficient processing area—known as the "Harvest Plain." Mountains of demon corpses are rapidly decomposed by teams of "butchers" composed of various multi-armed races. Valuable materials are packaged and transported away, becoming one of the important resources supporting the fortress's operation.

The entire fortress is like a beacon of order rooted in the abyss. Its massive iron flower-shaped structure at the top continuously emits an aura of order that dispels the pollution of the abyss's whispers. The light covers a vast area and serves as an important sanctuary for the hearts of the frontline warriors.

In the strategic conference room of the central fortress.

Kana was sitting in the main seat, his eyes closed, as if he were dozing or deep in thought.

The space around him rippled slightly, and the virtual projection of Apis, the head of the intelligence center, quietly appeared, her voice ringing out as she gave a silent report.

The report did not come from the scorching battlefield in the abyss, but from the main world behind.

A series of data and presentation images flashed rapidly across the projected screen.

Apis's core message focuses on the chain reaction triggered by the "liberal revolution" in the main world:

A prairie fire.

The public execution of the King, Queen, and core nobles by the National Assembly of Cetir was like a spark thrown into dry tinder.

With the help of information channels such as the Pioneer Newspaper and the Magic Phonograph, the news spread across the mainland at an unprecedented speed.

The most intense reaction came from the oppressed lower classes.

In taverns, markets, and village squares, discussions about the Catherine affair ignited long-suppressed anger and deep resentment towards the old regime.

In many places, commoners began to organize spontaneously, emulating the Ketil model, and storming local noble estates or institutions that symbolized rule.

The news caused a major upheaval among the aristocratic class.

A few extreme pragmatists, like Prince Philip of the Kingdom of Verancer, chose to proactively "cut their losses and save themselves," preemptively purging members of their families with notorious records and who were deeply resented by the public, publicly trying and executing them, in an attempt to portray themselves as "collaborators" in the new order.

But most of the traditional nobles were gripped by panic and anger, denouncing it as a “rebellion of the commoners” and a conspiracy by the Night’s Watch. Some hardliners began to rally together, attempting to organize a counterattack or take action against the Night’s Watch.

Revolution is not a completely out-of-control riot.

With the Night Watch's planned guidance and covert support in terms of resources and organizational experience, uprisings in many places quickly transformed into revolutionary actions with clear objectives.

Emerging organizational structures such as the "National Assembly" and the "Free Assembly" were rapidly established amidst the turmoil, forming preliminary governance capabilities by referencing Lebia's legal and administrative framework.

The city is recovering much faster than expected.

The resistance encountered was less than expected.

The corruption and internal conflicts within the aristocratic class exceeded expectations, and its emergency response was slow and chaotic.

The Night's Watch's robust logistical support and blessing system, which improved the physical fitness of commoners, greatly weakened the nobles' traditional advantage in military strength.

The overall process went more smoothly than the initial model.

After listening to Apis's report, Kana slowly opened his eyes. His deep gaze was completely calm, and he simply nodded slightly.

Carne was not at all surprised by the rapid progress and success of the liberal revolution.

The corruption and internal strife within the aristocratic system were deeply entrenched and difficult to eradicate. The Night's Watch provided the theoretical framework, organizational structure, material resources, and, most importantly, security guarantees, making its overthrow merely a natural consequence.

This was an expected and necessary part of his grand plan, a crucial step in liberating the land, resources, and population potential monopolized by the nobility and accumulating strength for the final war.

Despite its high importance, he considered the execution aspect to be a predetermined matter that "did not require excessive attention to details."

Now, it's time to focus our main efforts on the Abyss, the true crucible.

"The Abyss Battlefield is our front line against the Void, and also our training ground. After this period of honing our skills in legendary dungeons..."

Cana's voice rang out calmly, directly inquiring about the crucial data, "How many newly promoted legendary Night's Watch members have there been?"

Upon hearing Kana's core question, Apis was prepared, and the projection screen immediately switched to detailed statistical charts:
"Thanks to the high intensity of the Abyss Bloodbath and the effective operation of the 'Legendary Trial Grounds,' the number of newly promoted Legendary Night Watchers has exceeded one hundred, and the number is still steadily increasing."

"The pressure of the Abyss Battlefield and the presence of high-ranking demons provide an excellent catalyst for advancement."

She paused for a moment and added:
"The only flaw is that most of the newly promoted legends have just crossed the threshold, their realm still needs to be stabilized, and their combat experience and mastery of legendary abilities also need time to accumulate."

As for advancing from a mid-level legendary to a high-level legendary, or even touching upon changes in the rules themselves, that requires a much longer period of accumulation and a specific opportunity, and is unlikely to be achieved on a large scale in the short term.

After listening, Kana nodded slightly again.

This progress is in line with expectations.

Legends are the backbone of the future fight against the Void, and the Abyss is the best crucible.

"Maintain the existing strategy, and ensure the operation of legendary dungeons and the allocation of resources."

Kana gave the order.

"Preparations for the next phase of operations against the Abyss Demons can now officially begin."

His gaze fell upon the massive strategic hologram of the 1121st level of the Abyss in the center of the conference room, his target clear—the core camp of the demons and the Abyss God behind them. (End of Chapter)