A different world game? A different world game!

Bloodbath Fortress.

This colossal structure standing on the front lines of the abyss is not merely a collection of cold steel and grim atmosphere.

In a tavern called "Heart of Lava," located near the inner defense zone, the noise and the aroma of strong liquor temporarily dispelled the sulfurous smell from the outside.

Dwarves, minotaurs, a few scattered elves, and half-blood mercenaries huddled together, sharing stories of their spoils or briefly numbing their weary nerves.

"boom!"

The wooden door was violently forced open.

A minotaur warrior, reeking of gunpowder and sweat, burst in.

His heavy breastplate was covered with fresh scratches, and his heavy breathing drew everyone's attention.

He ignored the offered glass, his large, fiery eyes sweeping across the tavern, and roared in a deep, rock-hard voice:

"Stop the fucking drinking! Up front! The defenses!"

He stomped his heavy hoof, making the glasses on the bar clink.

"Just got word from a Night's Watchman who came to buy something! Those Abyss bastards! They've retaliated! Bigger than ever before!"
"A dark mass, like ants gone mad, charging towards our lines! They want to push back all the outposts and passages we've painstakingly captured!"

Most of the warriors who can fight for a long time in the abyss have a certain strategic vision, especially since they recently experienced the counter-attack.

The tavern fell silent instantly.

Only the crackling of the fire remained.

A dwarf with old scars on his face slammed down his wine cup, wine foam clinging to his beard, his voice booming like thunder:
"Push it back? Have those bastards from the abyss lost their minds? They want to take back the territory we fought for with blood and hammers?"

In the corner, an elf wrapped in a cloak put down his longbow, which he was polishing, and spoke in a calm but chilling voice:

"Large-scale? Long assembled... It seems a certain demon commander has finally stopped watching. They want to turn this place back into a meat grinder and drag back into that disgusting stalemate."

The previous front lines were right in front of Blood Pit Fortress, and now that area is even more blood-red than other places.

Having finally pushed the battle line forward so far, bringing life back to the stagnant battlefield, how could they possibly allow the enemy to push back now?

"If the demon on the other side pushes back, that will be difficult, and then it will definitely be a stalemate again."

An orc mercenary slammed his fist on the table, sending splinters flying.

"Stalemate? I've had enough of this damn quagmire! It's unexciting, endless killing, and I can't see the end of it!"
"We finally got the Night's Watch, those tough guys, and they built the Blood Pit so we could push forward and kill demons to our hearts' content... Now you want to go back to normal? Dream on!"

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of bloodlust and fear.

For these warriors who have fought in the abyss for years, the stalemate, the kind of back-and-forth struggle they used to face, has only made them more numb.

It would be better to let them die in the fierce war.

The atmosphere in the tavern was like a powder keg that had been ignited.

Complaints, shouts, and table-pounding echoed throughout the room.

Numbness? That's an abyss more terrifying than death.

Just as a glimmer of hope appeared to break the deadlock, the devil tried to extinguish it.
This frustration and resentment quickly fermented in the murky air.

A voice, a hoarse, cracked scream, drowned out all the noise.
"What are we waiting for? Let's fucking get to the front lines! Push them back!"

This shout was like a fuse.

"Grab your weapons!"

"For the Bloodbath Fortress! To avoid going back to those hellish days!"

"Let Balzac see our teeth!"

"go!"

The dwarf grabbed the rune-wielding warhammer at his feet, the tauren let out a deep war roar, the elves silently slung their longbows over their shoulders and drew their arrows, and the mercenaries ripped off their cumbersome cloaks and revealed their weapons.

No one touched their glass anymore, no one hesitated any longer.

The "Heart of Lava" tavern was instantly emptied. A group of warriors, fueled by rage, surged out of the tavern like a wild torrent, rushing towards the front lines of the city walls, where cannons roared and flames flickered.

The battle groups already organized by Bloodbath Fortress had already set off.

This counterattack by the demons is extremely dangerous. They must have sufficient backup personnel and resources to have any chance of holding out.

The front line of the demon-slaying army, the rock-solid defense line.

The steel city wall, stretching as far as the eye can see, stands majestically.

The heavy alloy armor plates are covered with constantly flowing defensive runes, radiating a resilient aura of order.

The towering Heart of the Furnace turret resembles a cold, icy giant.

The tower rotated, its massive cannon muzzles flashing with dangerous arcane light and holy radiance, locking onto the scorched earth in the distance.

The slightly shorter floating towers hovered in mid-air, their spires casting down a resilient halo and a mental barrier, soothing the warriors' tense nerves while simultaneously disrupting the demons' whispers.

These various types of floating towers have different functions, and they can even be connected to each other for some kind of sharing and enhancement.

If we were to ask which of all these alchemical devices would please everyone the most, then without a doubt it would be the floating tower.

Compared to magic-powered guns, there are various turrets and even rapid city wall defenses.

None of these compare to the floating tower.

Especially within the floating tower, there's a function that extends mental protection through connections, reducing the amount of chaos damage suffered by the group.

This thing received unanimous praise.

Many people, especially commanders from other battlefields, have already wanted to discuss the deal for the floating towers with the Night Watchers.

This thing is extremely important.

It can effectively restore the morale of the soldiers and reduce the possibility of them becoming demoralized.

It's heartbreaking to see any soldier fall from grace, and it severely damages morale. That's why this stuff is so popular.

This has become the Night's Watch's most popular product after their rations, but it's just too expensive.

Besides these alchemical instruments, soldiers were naturally indispensable.

Behind the battlements were countless soldiers.

The Night's Watchmen are dressed in their signature silver-grey armor, with a faint blue light flowing between the slits of their helmets, and they are as silent as rocks.

Of course, looking around, the number of Night Watchmen is the smallest, but they are all relatively clustered together, with their small squares spaced at intervals.

Besides these, there are countless members of the Order side, most of whom come from Bloodbath Fortress.

The dwarven shield bearers of Bloodbath Fortress stood shoulder to shoulder, their rune tower shields forming a metallic forest.

The burly, heavily armored Tauren warriors gripped their giant axes or totem poles, exhaling scorching white breath. The elven archers calmly adjusted their longbows, their fingertips resting on the fletching of their magic-piercing arrows.

The Avengers who were with the Night's Watch had burning hatred in their eyes and gripped their weapons tightly.

They pursued the most exaggerated destructive power, striving to slaughter as many demons as possible within a limited time, and were also the most hated group in the abyss.

Their hatred for the abyss makes it difficult for them to be corrupted by it, even though their emotions remain extreme.

In addition to these regular troops, there were also mercenaries who had been hastily armed and warriors who had just rushed in from the tavern.

They were quickly assigned to squads to fill the gaps.

The air was thick with the cold smells of engine oil, sweat, and steel, mixed with the stench of sulfur drifting from afar; the oppressive atmosphere was so heavy it could crush your heart.

There was no commotion, no discussion, only the subtle sounds of weapons rubbing together and equipment being adjusted.

And pairs of eyes that had witnessed countless bloody battles, now filled only with indifference and vigilance.

They are the reefs of bloody battle, no matter how high the tide.

The view extends beyond the city walls, landing on the scorched wasteland stained with the filth of the abyss.

The horizon is distorted and boiling.

That wasn't an illusion; it was an ocean of demons.

The sheer number of them far exceeded that of any previous attack.

It is foreseeable that at least all the demons on this level have gathered, and it is also foreseeable that there are not only demons on this level, but also demons from other abyssal levels coming to provide support.

Clearly, this time it was the Abyss's order. They finally had a bloodbath battlefield where the Abyss had an absolute advantage, but because of the last advance, it went from an absolute advantage to a slight advantage. This is unacceptable. If they wait any longer, it will turn into a disadvantage.

This is the front of the surging army.

The lowest-ranking cannon fodder, such as inferior demons and cowardly demons, were driven like a murky black torrent by the berserker warlord with his flaming whip.

They are the lowest-ranking demons in the abyss, with an average level of no more than five, and they surge like a tide.

These demons howled unconsciously, surging forward in a dense, endless mass. Behind them, nascent "waves" began to take shape.

The chaotic formation of horned demons and freaks pushed and bit each other, yet was forced forward by an even more powerful aura.

This first phase of the demon formation is the most important part of the entire demon force; they have a relatively large number of members and are quite powerful.

As long as they don't suddenly go berserk, they can at least cooperate to some extent during battle.

This can be considered the backbone of the entire demon race, the cornerstone that connects the past and the future.

Although they are still crazy.

The sky was obscured by the swarm of winged demons, forming a moving, screaming cloud.

The demons' air force is not numerous, nor is it particularly powerful; it is primarily used to counter various air harassments from the Order side.

Further on, the massive, mountain-like outline of the abyssal behemoth Gradden could be vaguely seen, its every step causing the earth to tremble.

The chaotic energy fluctuations were like the low pressure before a storm, and the muffled roars of the mind and the sounds of flesh rubbing together created a noise that could drive one insane.

They are advancing, overwhelming, with a violent will to destroy all life.

Like a living, filthy apocalyptic carpet of fungus, it rolled toward the wall of light of order.

The chaotic nature of the abyss, under its immense size, presents a suffocating, destructive order—a pure torrent of destruction.

The soldiers on the city wall watched the encroaching dark tide with unwavering eyes.

His fingertips were as steady as a rock, his breathing even and long. The blood of this veteran of countless battles had long since cooled, and his fear had been sharpened into a razor-sharp blade.

These are the warriors forged in the abyss, who, even when overwhelmed by the tide of demons, will still draw their weapons and fight back.

If we can replace it with another one, we will.

There is no peace, no safety here, only endless war and slaughter, only endless anger and pain.

As the tumbling demon vanguard, composed of countless twisted bodies, stepped into the designated death zone, a hoarse roar pierced through the entire city wall.

"Remote coverage!!!"

The next second, the steel defense line let out a deafening roar!

The cannon muzzle of the Heart of the Furnace turret suddenly lit up with a blinding light, and holy light shrapnel swept out like a scorching rain, instantly turning any low-level demons it touched into ashes.

The Arcane Annihilation Beam tore through the air, carving out several shocking, instantly carbonized, blank trenches in the demonic tide.

The floating tower shone brightly, and countless small magical projectiles formed a dense barrage of fire, precisely targeting and killing the horned demons and Flo demons that were trying to charge.

The combined power of these pre-prepared alchemical devices was truly astonishing.

Under the ranged attack, the demonic tide was like being scooped up and down by a ladle.

Meanwhile, behind the battlements, an attack that had been brewing for some time erupted like a volcano.

Om-!
The elven archer released his bowstring, and armor-piercing arrows, wind elemental arrows, and explosive arrows converged into a deathly cloud of metal and magic, piercing the air with a sharp whooshing sound, precisely covering the demon overlord and ranged units.

There were too many. The dense rain of arrows in the sky was like dark clouds pressing down. The sheer number of arrows gathered together made a sound so loud that one couldn't help but pick their ears.

As the rain of arrows fell, demons fell in droves once again, but they were all cannon fodder from before.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
The mage corps chanted collectively, and a large-scale combined spell was instantly formed.

A blazing meteor shower, a frosty nova that freezes everything, a dimensional blade storm that tears through space, a dazzling chain of lightning...

Destructive magical energy of various attributes surged like a burst dam, crashing into the most densely populated area of ​​demons, instantly clearing out large swathes of territory, leaving limbs and elemental debris flying everywhere.

Chi Chi Chi!
The Night Watch troops' standard alchemical magic bullet launchers spewed out dense beams of energy, weaving into a deadly net of light.

boom! boom! boom!
The specially made large alchemical rune cannons were pushed to the front line, each roar accompanied by a huge shock wave and magical explosion, blasting a bloody crater tens of meters in diameter in the demon tide!
The sky was illuminated by multicolored magical light, tearing apart the eternally unchanging dark red canopy of the abyss.

Arrows rained down, magic bullets whizzed by, and flashes of magic cannonballs exploded one after another, the brilliance of large-scale spells overwhelming the field of vision.

The deafening explosions, the screams of demons, and the shrieks of the elements blended together to form a chorus of destruction.

The demon striker crashed into an invisible wall made of pure violence, instantly his flesh and blood flying everywhere, evaporated, torn apart, and pulverized in large chunks.

The filthy tide of flesh and blood was forcibly contained, cut off, and plowed away in that instant.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of burning and blood.

The battle began in the most ferocious way.

Behind that distant wave of demons, the Slaughter Demon Lord Balzac, with his lava-like vertical pupils, coldly watched this stage of destruction, a veritable inferno.

This is just the beginning. (End of Chapter)