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Behind the side of order.

Bloodbath Fortress.

The fortress was filled with a heavy, almost suffocating stench of rust, sulfur, and blood.

The tense atmosphere, like a viscous liquid, filled every corner of this massive steel fortress.

Inside the fortress's passageways, figures hurried about.

Heavy stretchers were continuously carried in, carrying warriors who were either maimed or covered in horrific wounds corroded by abyssal energy. Painful groans and suppressed gasps filled the corridors of the medical area.

Sweat beaded on the priests' brows, and holy light and divine magic shone in waves as they struggled against the chaotic forces that were eroding their lives.

Groups of soldiers, covered in blood and with dents in their armor, rotated off the front lines. Their steps were heavy, and their eyes held a mixture of extreme exhaustion and lingering killing intent.

Many people were only able to stay upright thanks to their weapons. They would find a corner and slump down, seizing every second to recover their strength, with mud and blood clots solidifying on their armor.

They were so exhausted that they were forcibly replaced and moved to the rear to rest.

Being too exhausted in battle will only lead to your death; it's pointless.

If you fear death and are afraid of battle, then there is no need to come here, for this is an eternal battlefield.

In other areas, soldiers were gathered, checking their equipment, replenishing their medicine, and listening to briefings.

Their eyes were sharp, filled with a resolute determination to face death.

The dwarven engineers led their apprentices through the area, quickly repairing damaged armor or adjusting the energy cores of war weapons.

The air was filled with the clanging of metal, the whispers of pre-battle prayers, and the hoarse commands of officers.

At the entrance of the fortress, figures, travel-worn and dressed in various styles, would occasionally pour in.

They were not from the main forces of the Order on other levels of the battlefield, but rather from free mercenaries, adventurer squads, or the guardians of certain small cults who were well-versed in the ways of survival in the Abyss.

Sensing the abnormal fluctuations in order through covert channels or various messages, they learned of the unprecedentedly fierce battle and the precarious defense line on the 1121st floor, and spontaneously crossed the dangerous interdimensional passage to provide support.

This is not uncommon on the battlefield; in fact, it is quite common.

After all, several bloody battlefields have now fallen into a deathly silence and numbness.

Warriors who want to make a change will always go elsewhere.

After all, their power was insignificant, and they could not change the impenetrable stillness with their own strength.

At this point, it's natural to go to places that are more worthwhile.

But their influx at this moment injected a chaotic yet precious vitality into this blood-stained fortress.

At the heart of the watchtower at the highest point of the fortress, the divine will of Carlos, the god of unyielding stone, was like an invisible giant net, tightly enveloping the entire front-line battlefield.

His rock-hard face was expressionless, but his divine perception captured every ripple of divine power fluctuations on the battlefield.

They were especially wary of the aura of the evil god of the Abyss or its powerful demon lords.

Once the opponent's god-level power manifests, that will be the moment he descends to intercept.

Just then, a miniature "meteor" burning with pure starlight tore through the murky blood-red sky above the fortress without warning, hovering lightly beside Carlos's enormous divine avatar.

Carlos's rock-like brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as he recognized the aura.

His deep voice, like the friction of rocks, echoed inside the tower.

"Ilstar?"

He looked at the sparkle with a hint of doubt.

"What brings you here at this hour?"

He knew that the true form of the Star Wars Titan, Ilstar, could not possibly be here in person; that would only immediately ignite a god-level confrontation.

This allows the enemy's abyss to sense the presence of a god, thus increasing their combat strength and keeping them vigilant.

Under normal circumstances, there will not be a sudden increase in combat power to the level of a god.

Unless some other god-like being wants to do something here, they would probably give prior notice before coming.

In such a fierce war situation, it is not a good time to rashly intervene.

Even if the other party is the previous deity who was on duty here.

This starfire is merely a distant projection of the power and will of the planet Il.

It doesn't count as the true form descending, nor does it trigger any power.

The starlight flickered slightly, and a thought directly entered Carlos's consciousness, concise yet powerful.

【wait.】

It did not explain further.

He was merely a figurehead, waiting here.

wait?

So you're saying they're not here to reminisce or do anything else? They're just waiting for news.

What are we waiting for?

Carlos's divine sense immediately withdrew from the fierce fighting on the front lines and sank deeper into this land that was being eroded by the abyss.

He had previously focused on the god-like threats on the main battlefield and the macro-level perception of the front-line situation, ignoring the deeper, more subtle pulses.

The other party's arrival also serves as a reminder.

At this moment, with Ilstar's deliberate reminder, his perception, as profound as the earth itself, finally pierced through the chaotic mist and touched the anomaly behind the fortress—the distant, chaotic heartland of demons.

A faint yet exceptionally resilient, pure force, carrying a strong sense of order, is tenaciously pulsating, cutting, and purifying within that chaotic swamp.

Wherever it passes, the filth of the abyss is dispelled, the chaotic rules are forcibly straightened, and the "occupancy" value, representing order, is quietly rising at an extraordinary speed.

Carlos's rock-hard face finally revealed a hint of genuine surprise.

"Someone actually dares to venture deep into the Nest of Chaos at this crucial moment, attempting to shake the very foundations of the war?!"

He instantly understood the meaning of "waiting" on Ilstar—waiting for this variable to unfold.

But then he felt a wave of worry.

"This is not a good time... Although the main force of the demons is tied down at the front, once the disturbances in the rear are discovered, even if only a small force is sent back to reinforce them, it will be a catastrophic disaster for those mortals who have gone deep behind enemy lines."

Because he sensed that the number of the Order-side combat forces wreaking havoc in the rear was not large.

That's less than 30,000 individual lives.

For a demon, 30,000 individual lives could be easily pulled from the incubation pool and withdrawn from the front lines.

It's not a difficult thing.

As the god of the earth, he felt even more acutely the absolute control the will of the abyss had over this land. His senses were distorted and obscured like never before in the demonic heartland shrouded in chaos, making it impossible for him to clearly perceive the specific locations and states of those "Night Watchmen".

Carlos's gaze turned toward the heart of the demon realm, and he murmured in his mind, "Now that it has begun... it cannot be exposed."

Although he wasn't entirely optimistic about the risky move, any attempt by the Order to break the deadlock was worth protecting.

Moreover, he had already sensed that the force attempting this was either another faction or the Night Watchers who had broken through the bloody battlefield and the deathly silent Blood Pit Fortress.

The other party did not inform them of this news. To him, this was not actually a bad thing; it only demonstrated the other party's determination to accomplish this.

After all, the Night's Watch's Blood Pit Fortress has deployed a considerable force on the front lines, and it remains one of their main forces.

In this situation, the fact that such a force was drawn from somewhere to wreak havoc in the rear is enough to show what they want to do.

Whatever they want to do, since they want to completely break the deadlock, Carlos, as a god of order, naturally has to do something.

He would do something, both morally and logically.

As the area of ​​this bloody battlefield expands, he, as the god of the earth, will also receive a reward.

Even if we ultimately fail, if we can inflict heavy damage on the demons and significantly reduce the pressure on the front lines, that would still be a good thing.

After this behavior was determined.

The next moment, the massive divine avatar of the Immovable God suddenly vanished from the watchtower, leaving only the solitary starlight of Ilstar.

Carlos's divine power surged and disappeared as if merging into the earth, his target now fixed on the most critical point on the front lines.

Meanwhile, at the front lines.

This place is a veritable meat grinder.

Deafening roars, clashing weapons, magical explosions, and dying screams intertwined to create a symphony of destruction.

The Guardians of Order, relying on their battered steel fortresses, are engaged in the bloodiest battles against the relentless, surging tide of demons below.

Every inch of the city wall was soaked in blood and bits of flesh.

After all, this was the most extravagant offensive in this bloody battlefield in hundreds or even thousands of years.

From the perspective of the abyss.

Originally, the demons held a complete advantage in this bloody battle, practically blocking the entrance to the Bloodbath Fortress and killing everyone.

Normally, the battles take place on the plains in front of the Bloodbath Fortress.

As a result, the arrival of the Night Watchmen strengthened the forces of the Order here, and they eventually pushed forward in various ways. They were even counterattacked by the Order, who pushed the front-line defenses back quite a bit.

Finally, a defensive line was built, giving the forces of order a relatively stable rear area.

Once this situation stabilizes, it won't be so easy for the demons to regain control of their side.

This is experience gained from countless bloody battles.

Under these circumstances, the will of the abyss was naturally very dissatisfied, and the chaotic demons suffered a defeat.

The dissatisfaction of the Abyss's will naturally affect these demons, so they must attack to satisfy the Abyss's will.

Eliminate these forces of order that are wreaking havoc in the abyss.

Perhaps they can even gain favor with the will of the abyss because of this achievement.

This is still very attractive to non-divine demons.

However, this held little appeal for a demon who was already a god, since it was no big deal and there was no need to care.

Unless there is an opportunity to completely eliminate the Order from this bloody battlefield, it could be a great achievement for the gods.

One section of the city wall—the very wall that was severely damaged by the legendary siege beast "Earthshaker" Oga and underwent emergency repairs—is now bearing terrifying pressure far exceeding that of other areas.

Three newly appeared, mountain-sized siege beasts, ignoring the rain of arrows and magic pouring down from all sides, were frantically and repeatedly ramming the fragile wall temporarily reinforced with "Titan Gel" and metal plates with their heads covered in thick rock armor and enchanted horns.

Several legendary demons were guarding the area, and for a time the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, but neither side could really defeat these siege beasts.

They kept crashing into each other.

Clearly, this could very well become the first breach in the defense line.

"Boom! Boom—!!!"

Each impact caused the entire section of the city wall to tremble violently, emitting a sickening, metallic groan.

The gel layer at the repair site cracked and peeled off under the enormous impact, the metal plate dented deeply inward, and the rivets and magic runes at the joints broke off one after another amidst blinding sparks.

The enormous corpses of four similar behemoths lay beneath the city walls, testifying to the ferocity of the battle and demonstrating the demons' determination to seize this breakthrough point.

The defenders fought valiantly, their shield guards forming a tight defensive line, using the [Bastion Oath] armor and tower shields to hold back the demon climbers after the impact shockwave.

Rune Gunners and Elven Archers unleashed their firepower on the behemoths' relatively vulnerable joints and eyes, attempting to stop them.

But there were too many demons. The Horned Demon Overlord wielded his giant whip, driving the inferior demon cannon fodder to surge forward, while the Fromon unleashed deadly fel fireballs and weakening curses from the air.

The extremely tough, makeshift repair wall was rapidly cracking and expanding under the continuous impacts of the giant beast, on the verge of complete collapse.

At this critical moment—

"Buzz—!!!"

The entire earth seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and then suddenly lifted upwards!

The ground in front of the city wall suddenly and violently bulged up without warning.

It wasn't a slow growth, but rather like a sleeping ancient behemoth opening its massive jaws full of fangs.

Dozens of enormous, sharp rock pillars, gleaming with divine power, burst forth from the boiling tide of demons with a force capable of crushing everything, at a speed that surpassed the limits of physics!
puff!puff!puff!

A dull, terrifying piercing sound echoed across the battlefield!
The three Lava Stompers, which were charging towards the city wall with all their might, had their massive bodies precisely and brutally pierced through their relatively soft abdomens or chests by these suddenly erupting giant stalagmites, like skewers.

Their hard rock armor was like paper in front of the divinely created stalagmites, and was torn apart in an instant.

The colossal beasts let out deafening, dying cries, their massive bodies being lifted high off the ground by the stalagmites, and foul-smelling demon blood cascading down like a waterfall.

They struggled frantically, but the stalagmites piercing their bodies seemed to take root, pinning them firmly in the air, and the brilliance of their lives quickly dimmed.

The chaotic demon horde was momentarily stunned by this miraculous attack.

The surviving defenders erupted in a roar of wild joy, as if they had survived a catastrophe:

"It's His Majesty Carlos!!!"

"May the God of Solid Stone protect you!!"

The god Carlos, who was as immovable as a rock, announced his arrival in the most direct and violent way.

Instead of going directly to the rear to seek that spark of order, he chose to stay in the most dangerous place on the front line, using the enemy's blood and broken bodies to buy precious time and silent cover.

He planned to attract attention by suddenly appearing on the battlefield and actively participating in the war between gods. (End of Chapter)