A different world game? A different world game!

The outpost stood forlornly on the boundless, barren, scorched earth, like an ugly scab on the land.

It was less a fortress and more a jumble of huge stones, stained with dried blood and some unknown slime, and a large number of twisted and broken bones.

The bones of mortals, demons, and even strange creatures were mixed in, barely held together by a dark red substance that resembled congealed blood.

It bears no trace of fortifications; it is more like a savage totem, a chaotic coordinate that stands out starkly in the flat, desolate abyss.

As you venture deeper into the heart of this humble abode, the scene becomes increasingly nauseating.

A huge pool of black mud, hundreds of meters in diameter, occupied the center of the semi-circular open space, churning and surging like a living thing.

An intense, almost tangible, chaotic aura gathers and settles here. Each time a mud bubble bursts with a "pop," it releases a dizzying stench and a chaotic whisper.

As a mud bubble burst violently, a little devil with bat wings covered in black mud and fangs just beginning to emerge was "spit out" with a scream.

It flapped its wet wings and emitted a piercing, sharp screech, as if announcing its vile birth.

"Kill! Hahaha! Hehehe!"

The noise immediately enraged a large Flomoth that was lazily lying nearby.

It growled irritably, and its long, thin tail, covered in barbs, shot out like lightning like a venomous snake. The sharp bone spike at the end instantly pierced the little devil's chest, dragging it back with a scream.

The little devil futilely grasped at the tip of its own pierced tail, its mournful howl only fueling Frodo's impatience.

It suddenly turned its head, and its large mouth full of sharp teeth bit down. With a crisp "crunch", the little devil's head was chewed up and swallowed, and thick blood and brain matter dripped from the corner of the Flomon's mouth.

It casually tossed the headless remains back into the churning black mud with a "plop," and in a short while, the remains were completely swallowed and dissolved by the greedy swamp.

A newly born imp died just like that, at the hands of its own people, but this is just the norm in the Abyss.

Just then, a huge bubble suddenly rose from the center of the black mud pool, accompanied by a muffled explosion, and a massive, ferocious figure broke through the filthy black mud and slowly stood up.

It stands over five meters tall, its muscles bulging like rocks, covered in thick, dark red scales, and its curved demon horns gleam with an ominous black light.

This is a demon that fights fiercely, a symbol of pure power from the abyss.

The several large scars remaining on its body indicate that it had recently perished in a fierce battle.

Upon seeing this figure, the previously lazy demons around them suddenly stirred. The Flo demon, who had just finished eating, immediately got up and shouted in a deliberately distorted, humble tone.

"Grontas! The Great Ripper! You have returned from the embrace of the Mother of Chaos!"

But deep within its compound eyes gleamed calculation and greed.

Gorontas, the resurrected legendary warrior, shook off the filth and slime from his body and let out a deep roar.

It felt its strength within it was far less than before.

Based on the Night Watchers' levels, the terrifying aura of a former level 13 legendary figure has now fallen to a mere level 11. This is the inevitable price to pay for resurrection in the Abyss.

Not all demons can be resurrected; after all, this is a battlefield of bloodshed, not an abyss.

His ability to be resurrected shows that he was lucky, and he paid a price for it.

Fromon's "respect" made it feel slightly offended and annoyed.

The moment Gorontas stepped out of the edge of the mud pit, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the demon Naro.

Its chain-like tail, which had been hanging by its side, shot out again like a poisonous whip, whistling as it tore through the air, aiming straight for Gorontas's unsuspecting back.

It intends to take advantage of its former superior's weakness to devour it and seize its remaining essence of power.

This is normal practice among demons.

However, such legendary vision and experience are not easily acquired.

Gorontas didn't even turn around; his calloused giant hand lashed out backward with lightning speed, catching the tip of the sneak attack with pinpoint accuracy.

Fromon screamed in terror and tried to break free, but Gorontas exerted a sudden burst of strength, his terrifying brute force dragging the not-so-small Fromon over.

"You vile worm! You dare to challenge me?!"

Gorontas let out a deafening roar, his other giant claw gripping Fromon's neck. Amid the Fromon's desperate struggles and the sound of bones shattering, he opened his blood-red maw and bit down hard.

Sharp teeth tore through flesh and chewed bones, and the upper half of Floro's body was almost instantly devoured, leaving only his lower body still twitching.

Gorontas threw the remaining wreckage into the black mud pool like trash, and the pool water churned violently, swallowing it up.

It licked the blood from the corner of its mouth, letting out a satisfied growl, as if the power depleted by its resurrection had been slightly replenished.

The incident was so insignificant that it wasn't even worth wasting his time.

As Gorontas finally stepped out of the stronghold, the low-ranking demons gathered outside in chaos let out a frenzied scream mixed with awe, fear, and bloodlust, chattering like a boiling swarm of insects.

The demons of the abyss have a clear tradition of worshipping the strong and defying their superiors.

This is especially true for little devils.

A legend is born here, and he will surely lead them to the front lines.

Although I'm not satisfied with the quantity and quality of these demons, it's better than nothing.

Just then, Gorontas, who was about to gather this chaotic group of cannon fodder, suddenly stopped.

Its reptilian vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and its bony nostrils twitched violently as it tried to catch a faint scent in the wind that it instinctively loathed deep within its soul.

"order……"

It whispered hoarsely, its voice like the friction of sand and gravel.

"So deep into enemy territory... has the front line collapsed, or... have some reckless insects wandered in?"

The doubt was instantly replaced by an overwhelming joy, like encountering a rare delicacy.

It suddenly unfurled its tattered yet powerful enormous fleshy wings, gave a mighty flap, and soared into the sky, leaping to the highest point of the stronghold.

At the edge of the crimson vision, on the charred black horizon, a blinding golden light was tearing through the eternal blood-red mist of the abyss, like a scorching blade cleaving through filth.

At the core of the golden light is a centaur warrior wielding a giant double-bladed battle axe burning with holy flames.

Behind her came a horde of iron cavalry, sweeping in like a golden torrent.

The armor shimmering with divine runes, the sharp weapons of order... an incomparably pure aura of order swept over him, like the sweetest poison, instantly igniting the devouring desire deep within Gorontas's soul.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Gorontas burst into deafening laughter, his foul-smelling saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"A feast! A divine feast delivered to my doorstep! By devouring you, my power will be restored to its former glory, and even stronger!"

Greed overwhelmed all reason.

It landed suddenly, letting out a deafening roar at the chaotic horde of demons below.

"Prey! Delicious souls and flesh! Tear them apart!!"

Without further mobilization, the chaotic and bloodthirsty instincts were completely ignited by the pressure of the high-ranking demon and the temptation of "food".

Thousands of demon horned demons, freaks, numerous lesser demons, and imps in the stronghold, led by Gorontas, surged like a filthy, blood-red tidal wave, without any formation, yet carrying a madness that could destroy everything, charging straight toward the oncoming golden torrent.

As for why there are so few demons in the greatsword, that's normal.

Because these demons were gradually hatched and gathered after the start of the frontline war.

After all, the vast majority of demons had gone to the front lines, where the war was more intense, the death was more intense, and chaos was spreading.

Leilia's face beneath her helmet was as cold and icy.

The demon's reaction was exactly what she expected; the clash between chaos and order has always been so direct and brutal.

She didn't even slow down; she simply gripped the [Sun Soul] in her hand tighter, and the holy flames on the axe blade surged violently. "Crush them! For order!"

Leilia's clear yet powerful voice resounded across the battlefield.

The next moment, the golden torrent of iron and the filthy tide of blood collided violently.

A deafening roar was accompanied by the terrifying sounds of countless bones shattering and flesh exploding.

The well-equipped and well-trained Night's Watch cavalry, protected by the Bastion armor and enhanced by the sharpness of the Abyss Judgement weapons, cut like red-hot daggers into solidified grease.

A divine light flowed over them, forming a resilient halo barrier.

The charging chocobo's sharp metal horns easily tore through the fragile bodies of the front-line demons, its iron hooves trampling mercilessly over them.

The warriors' spears, warhammers, and swords, gleaming with holy light, reaped lives with precision and efficiency, each swing bringing forth plumes of foul-smelling black blood and the severed limbs of demons.

The demon's charge was instantly halted; the cannon fodder in the front line were almost instantly crushed upon contact, with men and demons falling backward, and a huge gap was torn open in the defensive line.

Lelia, who was charging at the forefront, had already locked her gaze on the tallest target in the demon horde.

That was the legendary warrior, Gorontas.

With a powerful stomp of her hind legs, like a golden arrow released from a bow, the [Sun Warrior] trailed a long path of holy flames, carrying immense force as it cleaved down towards Gorontas.

"Roar!"

Gorontas sensed a deadly threat, roared, his arm muscles bulged, and a pair of heavy, spiked arm armor crossed over him to withstand the axe that was about to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Its past combat experience led it to adopt the most instinctive defensive stance.

"clang--!!!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing against metal erupted suddenly, accompanied by blinding sparks and a shockwave of energy.

The immense force caused the scorched rock beneath Gorontas's feet to crack and sink instantly. Its massive body swayed violently, and a tearing pain shot through its arms, with even tiny cracks appearing on its gauntlets.

The holy flames scorched its scales, producing a sizzling sound and a burnt smell.

It blocked it.

But it was only barely acceptable.

The terrifying power contained in that axe and its absolute restraint on abyssal creatures made it instantly realize the gap between the two.

This woman and that damned axe in her hand are definitely the greatest nemesis it has encountered since its resurrection.

Despite failing to achieve her goal with her first strike, Lelia's eyes remained unmoved.

The [Sun Spirit] seemed weightless in her hands, using the recoil from the impact to trace a delicate arc, the axe blade sweeping across, slashing directly at Gorontas's relatively vulnerable waist and abdomen.

Gorontas dodged awkwardly to the side, while his massive fist, covered in bone spurs and accompanied by a howling gale, slammed towards Leilia's head.

Leilia crouched down and leaped to the side on horseback, the giant fist whistling past her helmet.

The axe blade swung back, striking Gorontas's thick thigh. Holy runes flashed, tearing open another deep, bone-revealing wound that emitted black smoke.

They were at a disadvantage.

Gorontas was filled with shock and anger.

Its proud power was completely restrained by this holy axe, whose speed, skill, and inexhaustible divine energy made it struggle to cope.

Every time it parried or dodged, that damned holy light burned its flesh and soul like a leech, consuming its already unstable power.

It attempted a furious counterattack with a roar, ambushing with its tail, tearing with its claws, and even spewing corrosive abyssal breath.

But Leilia's attacks were like a whirlwind, and the [Sun Soul] seemed to come alive in her hands. Every slash, sweep, and block was incredibly precise, carrying the magnificent power to crush demons.

The Holy Axe's [Divine Judgment] effect transforms every attack into pure holy damage, inflicting double the pain on Gorontas.

The occasional bursts of [Blazing Sun Slash] condensed into a refined golden blade of light, forcing it to tumble and dodge in a sorry state. Wherever the blade swept, low-level demons that couldn't dodge in time instantly vaporized.

Gorontas's wounds multiplied, his movements grew increasingly sluggish, and his compound eyes stared intently at Lelia, filled with resentment and rage.

It knew it couldn't hold on for much longer.

Finally, after a fierce exchange, Gorontas's movements froze for a moment—the weakness from resurrection and the burning pain in his soul slowed his reaction by half a beat.

Lelia's eyes flashed with golden light as she seized the fleeting opening.

She suddenly spurred her horse forward, accelerating instantly. She raised the [Sun Soul] high, the holy light condensed on the axe blade dazzling like a miniature sun.

With a resolute will to purify all evil, the battle axe sliced ​​through the viscous air, transforming into a golden lightning bolt that tore through the field of vision.

"No—!" Gorontas only had time to let out a desperate roar as his giant claws desperately tried to block upwards.

"Sizzle—!"

The divine light sliced ​​through the demon's tough, metal-like scales, strong muscles, and thick neck bones without any obstruction.

Gorontas's hideous head shot into the sky, his compound eyes still frozen in disbelief, terror, and madness.

The headless, enormous body stood frozen in place for a moment, then collapsed like a mountain, spewing out large amounts of foul blood emitting black smoke.

Leilia reined in her horse, not even glancing at the demon's head rolling in the dust.

She held aloft the [Sun Soul], dripping with demonic blood yet its holy flames burned ever brighter, and her clear voice resounded throughout the battlefield:
"Blazing Sun... Domain!"

Om-!
Centered on Leilia, the solar core at the top of the [Sun Soul] erupted with unprecedented brilliance.

A warm, resilient, and vibrant golden halo spread out instantly like a tangible tide, covering all the Night Watch warriors within a radius of 100 meters.

Under this sacred light.

The soldiers' exhausted bodies were instantly infused with new vitality, the pain in their wounds lessened, and their strength was rapidly restored.

The sacred runes on the weapon were fully activated, making the attacks more ferocious and greatly increasing its effectiveness against demons.

The spirit seemed to be protected by an invisible barrier, and the whispers of the abyss and the erosion of chaos were greatly weakened.

Every soldier felt their blood boiling and their courage burning, as if they were bathed in a divine blessing.

On the contrary, the demons illuminated by this golden light were as if they had been doused with scalding holy water.

Their skin sizzled and emitted thick black smoke, and their movements became sluggish and stiff.

The chaotic energy was suppressed, and the attack became weak and ineffective.

The lower-level demons let out shrill screams, writhing and burning in agony amidst the holy light.

"For Kana! For order! Purification!"

The watchmen erupted in a deafening roar!

Unstoppable momentum!

The Night Watch elites, who already held an absolute advantage, were completely transformed into an unstoppable torrent of destruction under the full enhancement of the [Radiant Sun Domain].

A golden wave swept across, completely engulfing and purifying the remaining demons.

In a short while, this rudimentary demon stronghold was reduced to nothing but the remains of demons burning with holy flames, and the black mud pool in the center that was still churning, but whose energy had clearly diminished.

Leilia withdrew her domain aura, and the light of [Sun Soul] dimmed slightly, but the axe blade remained holy. She coldly swept her gaze over the ravaged battlefield.

"Keep going! The chaotic abyss lies ahead!"

She pulled on the reins, and without a word, the sharp blade of order transformed once more into a golden meteor, tearing through the blood mist and hurtling towards the darker heart of the abyss. (End of Chapter)